Post by mewmehh on May 11, 2018 14:36:52 GMT
As the night made way for day, Milkpaw had found herself regretting staying up late to mill over her thoughts. Sunlight had poured into the Apprentices' Den, waking the she-cat who clear hadn't gotten near enough sleep as she rolled over in her nest with a groan. Today was the day that she had agreed to meet with Rainpaw again, but in her sleepy state, all she could think of was training and how she really didn't want to be running around all day again. Luckily, it seemed Starclan was smiling down on her this day.
The morning and afternoon came and went like a flash. The young apprentice had a surprisingly good time learning new fighting techniques with the others apprentices before having to put them to the test in a few quick sparring matches. It was a nice change of pace for the she-cat and she found herself becoming fond of a particular crouching maneuver that she would certainly have to practice more with if she wanted to use it more regularly. In short, Milkpaw was having a rather lovely day.
The soft blue hued of the sky had begun to show soft pinkish tones by the time Milkpaw had finished for the day, and in a quick scramble, she ate her dinner early before heading off out of camp. Her paws quivered slightly in excitement and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. There was a certain thrill she felt about the whole ordeal that she hadn't so much as fathomed feeling before, and it was all so exciting. She tried to push the thought that could potentially get into trouble to the back of her mind. She would hate it if she ended up like Ruststripe had during her apprenticeship- unable to leave the camp as punishment for her misbehavior. The idea sent a shiver down Milkpaw's spine.
As she trotted briskly towards the meadow, the pale tabby's mind wandered to Rainpaw and part of her grew worried that he may not show. It was an odd thought, especially since he was the one to ask her to return, but there was always that little inkling of doubt that maybe something would keep him from showing. She tried to not let her antsy feelings turn into anxiety at the thought, and as she rounded the bend that lead out to the treeless fields, she swallowed a pit of worry that had welled up in her throat.
Poking her head out of the dense forest undergrowth, her blue eyes locked immediately onto the dark, striped form of the Mistclan apprentice and quietly squeaked in surprise. He showed up!! Almost as soon as she thought this, however, she mentally scolded herself for acting so much like a kit. She was grown now, so she had to start acting like it.
Raising her head, she stepped a few paces out from beyond the trees, but carefully made sure not to trespass onto Mistclan's territory. With a shy wave of her tail, she called to the cat from a few foxlengths away,"Hi Rainpaw! I hope you weren't waiting too l-long."
The morning and afternoon came and went like a flash. The young apprentice had a surprisingly good time learning new fighting techniques with the others apprentices before having to put them to the test in a few quick sparring matches. It was a nice change of pace for the she-cat and she found herself becoming fond of a particular crouching maneuver that she would certainly have to practice more with if she wanted to use it more regularly. In short, Milkpaw was having a rather lovely day.
The soft blue hued of the sky had begun to show soft pinkish tones by the time Milkpaw had finished for the day, and in a quick scramble, she ate her dinner early before heading off out of camp. Her paws quivered slightly in excitement and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. There was a certain thrill she felt about the whole ordeal that she hadn't so much as fathomed feeling before, and it was all so exciting. She tried to push the thought that could potentially get into trouble to the back of her mind. She would hate it if she ended up like Ruststripe had during her apprenticeship- unable to leave the camp as punishment for her misbehavior. The idea sent a shiver down Milkpaw's spine.
As she trotted briskly towards the meadow, the pale tabby's mind wandered to Rainpaw and part of her grew worried that he may not show. It was an odd thought, especially since he was the one to ask her to return, but there was always that little inkling of doubt that maybe something would keep him from showing. She tried to not let her antsy feelings turn into anxiety at the thought, and as she rounded the bend that lead out to the treeless fields, she swallowed a pit of worry that had welled up in her throat.
Poking her head out of the dense forest undergrowth, her blue eyes locked immediately onto the dark, striped form of the Mistclan apprentice and quietly squeaked in surprise. He showed up!! Almost as soon as she thought this, however, she mentally scolded herself for acting so much like a kit. She was grown now, so she had to start acting like it.
Raising her head, she stepped a few paces out from beyond the trees, but carefully made sure not to trespass onto Mistclan's territory. With a shy wave of her tail, she called to the cat from a few foxlengths away,"Hi Rainpaw! I hope you weren't waiting too l-long."