Post by pants on Jun 14, 2019 7:11:41 GMT
Bright and early.
It was a new day of GreenLeaf. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and the forest was bustling with life. What more could any cat ask for? Creekpaw was told to meet up with his mentor, Cloverwing, in the forest just outside of camp. And, well, here he was. The young tom was excited beyond belief. He loved being out of the camp - away from boring tasks like checking the elders for tick or changing the bedding in the nursery. He just wanted to see all of the territory. Maybe he'd see new cats from the other clans, just like the other warriors got to do. Oh, how lucky they were! And when will it be his turn? He felt charged with energy, just itching to go.
Yet here he was, waiting for his mentor where she had told him to be. Creekpaw decided to sit by a tall tree, hoping the warrior would be here soon so they could start. He wasn't sure what he would be learning today, but regardless, it was all new and exciting to him, just as most apprentices feel. The journey to being a warrior was a long and rugged one, often filled with bloody battles and tedious hunting, but it was all worth it to a clan cat. Warriors were the backbone of the clan - the ones that truely held the clan together. Creekpaw had heard all the stories - ranging from the original Ivystar and Miststar, to how the mountain tribe had become a clan and joined them in their traditions. This all sparked curiosity in this young apprentice, and that curiosity was matched with a fiery determination.
Creekpaw looked around, trying to keep his mind focused on the current task at hand - waiting for his mentor. I'm a warrior in training now! I can't be distracted. What if IvyClan were to attack this very moment? I have to be ready! He huffed to himself, the tip of his tail flicking. The tom continued to sit, focusing his sight on his paws. A small rustle comes from the tree beside him and his eyes quickly snap to see what had dared to break his concentration. And there, on the trunk a foxlength or two above him, is a squirrel, clung to the tree and staring right at him with little beady eyes. Creekpaw returns the eye contact, a few seconds passing by. The squirrel seems to be taunting him, giving a few flicks of its tail and refusing to move. The young tom takes this as a challenge as the squirrel bolts up the tree, its gray fur scampering up the trunk.
Following his instincts, the tom leaps and grabs hold of the bark, using what strength he has to attempt to follow up the tree. He makes it up the main portion of the trunk, then up to one branch, then another. However, the squirrel had disappeared long ago, and its chattering could be heard in the canopy, as if it were laughing at the mousebrained apprentice. Alas, the blue tom was now stuck high in the tree, or at least higher than he'd ever climbed before. Giving a look over his shoulder, he managed to realize that he had made it quite a ways up. I got this. No problem! He told himself, attempting to move down the trunk.
As he shifted his weight to try and move downwards, he released his claws, attempting to re-hook them into the bark. However, one of his back paws didn't make the full connection, and thus slipped from under him. He gave a yowl in surprise, hastily securing his foot once again, but now clinging to the tree closer than ever. His eyes were full of panic and he became unsure of himself, afraid to move in either direction. The apprentice pinned his ears back, using what strength he had to hold himself up, trying to figure out what to do. The closest branch was out of immediate reach. Thus, Creekpaw found himself stuck on his first day of training, scared out of his fur.
"H-help! Cloverwing!" He called, hoping his mentor would be nearby. Or any other warrior. He just wanted to get down before his legs gave way....
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GnawingOnIce
It was a new day of GreenLeaf. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and the forest was bustling with life. What more could any cat ask for? Creekpaw was told to meet up with his mentor, Cloverwing, in the forest just outside of camp. And, well, here he was. The young tom was excited beyond belief. He loved being out of the camp - away from boring tasks like checking the elders for tick or changing the bedding in the nursery. He just wanted to see all of the territory. Maybe he'd see new cats from the other clans, just like the other warriors got to do. Oh, how lucky they were! And when will it be his turn? He felt charged with energy, just itching to go.
Yet here he was, waiting for his mentor where she had told him to be. Creekpaw decided to sit by a tall tree, hoping the warrior would be here soon so they could start. He wasn't sure what he would be learning today, but regardless, it was all new and exciting to him, just as most apprentices feel. The journey to being a warrior was a long and rugged one, often filled with bloody battles and tedious hunting, but it was all worth it to a clan cat. Warriors were the backbone of the clan - the ones that truely held the clan together. Creekpaw had heard all the stories - ranging from the original Ivystar and Miststar, to how the mountain tribe had become a clan and joined them in their traditions. This all sparked curiosity in this young apprentice, and that curiosity was matched with a fiery determination.
Creekpaw looked around, trying to keep his mind focused on the current task at hand - waiting for his mentor. I'm a warrior in training now! I can't be distracted. What if IvyClan were to attack this very moment? I have to be ready! He huffed to himself, the tip of his tail flicking. The tom continued to sit, focusing his sight on his paws. A small rustle comes from the tree beside him and his eyes quickly snap to see what had dared to break his concentration. And there, on the trunk a foxlength or two above him, is a squirrel, clung to the tree and staring right at him with little beady eyes. Creekpaw returns the eye contact, a few seconds passing by. The squirrel seems to be taunting him, giving a few flicks of its tail and refusing to move. The young tom takes this as a challenge as the squirrel bolts up the tree, its gray fur scampering up the trunk.
Following his instincts, the tom leaps and grabs hold of the bark, using what strength he has to attempt to follow up the tree. He makes it up the main portion of the trunk, then up to one branch, then another. However, the squirrel had disappeared long ago, and its chattering could be heard in the canopy, as if it were laughing at the mousebrained apprentice. Alas, the blue tom was now stuck high in the tree, or at least higher than he'd ever climbed before. Giving a look over his shoulder, he managed to realize that he had made it quite a ways up. I got this. No problem! He told himself, attempting to move down the trunk.
As he shifted his weight to try and move downwards, he released his claws, attempting to re-hook them into the bark. However, one of his back paws didn't make the full connection, and thus slipped from under him. He gave a yowl in surprise, hastily securing his foot once again, but now clinging to the tree closer than ever. His eyes were full of panic and he became unsure of himself, afraid to move in either direction. The apprentice pinned his ears back, using what strength he had to hold himself up, trying to figure out what to do. The closest branch was out of immediate reach. Thus, Creekpaw found himself stuck on his first day of training, scared out of his fur.
"H-help! Cloverwing!" He called, hoping his mentor would be nearby. Or any other warrior. He just wanted to get down before his legs gave way....
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GnawingOnIce