Post by Fireflake on Aug 23, 2019 7:50:00 GMT
Twigpaw sat as straight and still as she could in front of the apprentice den. Her anticipation had woken her up early once again, and once again she had groomed her fur repeatedly. It hadn’t stayed under control in her ceremony yesterday as she had planned, but there was no way she was going to let it defy her again. Just as the thought crossed her mind, a lock of the less floppy fur detached from the rest in the corner of her vision. Frowning slighting at the small motion, she bowed her head to lick it back into submission.
Raising her head quickly after she was done, she let her green eyes flick around. To her relief, her mentor hadn’t yet arrived. That was to be expected, as the sun had only just joined her a little while ago, but she had to make sure. She couldn’t have the first proper view her mentor got of her be the back of her neck. She had to make Swiftwing proud! Not only that, but she had to make Cicadawish and Cricketjump proud, and all of the others that had taken her into their family and were already well into their own training.
Just as her pelt began to prickle and undo all of her hard work, Twigpaw remembered the brilliant image she was trying to build. Giving up her fight against the stray hairs on her lip, she licked them into her mouth and swallowed, standing up statuesque as a frightened mouse as she awaited the arrival of her new idol.
Raising her head quickly after she was done, she let her green eyes flick around. To her relief, her mentor hadn’t yet arrived. That was to be expected, as the sun had only just joined her a little while ago, but she had to make sure. She couldn’t have the first proper view her mentor got of her be the back of her neck. She had to make Swiftwing proud! Not only that, but she had to make Cicadawish and Cricketjump proud, and all of the others that had taken her into their family and were already well into their own training.
Wrinkling her nose, she shifted her lips back and forth to get rid of a tickle, at which point she realized a few strands of her fur had stuck themselves in her mouth. Trying in vain to spit them out, she glanced at the fresh-kill pile and wondered if she was allowed to take breakfast before she’d had a chance to hunt. That was a part of the warrior code, wasn't it? Worries sparked in her mind. What if she didn’t learn to hunt fast enough, and she couldn’t eat for days, and then she starved to death and disappointed everyone? She didn’t think that was how it worked, but she didn’t know for sure, which got under her fur.