Post by Lorde on Sept 1, 2019 23:50:16 GMT
Hushed voices murmured within the small, cramped cavern.
A newly made apprentice rustled uncomfortably in her new bed, her mood growing more and more irritable. Finally submitting to the idea of getting out of her bedding, one by one, she stretched each limb before rising to her petite paws. Prior to exiting the den, she rasped her tongue over her white and grey tabby fur, neatly re-combing each loose tuft with her tongue. In her mind as she did this without concentrating on her grooming, she thought about what her day would be like. What would Coldstone show her? The territory, rules, the training hollow? Or, maybe even, she could meet the other apprentices and mentors. She hadn't made very many friends within the nursery, as she was the only one born when she was and once she was older, the new kits were too young to play with. Once her fur was all in place, she hastily padded out into the clearing of the camp.
Squinting her eyes at the blaring sunlight, Ivorypaw rose a paw to her glacial gaze and rubbed away the comfortableness of lacking sun. Her belly rumbled as the smell of fresh-kill breezed past her nostrils and maw, causing her spiked tongue to run across her lips in hunger. "No," she thought to herself, shaking her head. "The clan must be fed first." Ivorypaw was and always will be strict with herself, due to her parents stern teaching. It was her destiny to become the greatest, most loyal and noble warrior the clans had ever seen. Even though, she hadn't met or even know what clans are... she was born a little prior to when RootClan joined the others, instead of being known as a Tribe. As soon as she was able to comprehend words, her parents made sure of it that their kit would listen, obey and be named Ivorykit, as their leaders word was law. Her head quickly arched a little higher, in search of her mentor, Coldstone. If she wasn't allowed to eat yet, then she would be quick to get her belly full as soon as she could. As she searched, the glare blocked her gaze once again, only allowing the silhouette of a cats figure appear walking towards her.
"Coldstone?"
Anyone is welcome to join in! [ pants Ringtail ]
A newly made apprentice rustled uncomfortably in her new bed, her mood growing more and more irritable. Finally submitting to the idea of getting out of her bedding, one by one, she stretched each limb before rising to her petite paws. Prior to exiting the den, she rasped her tongue over her white and grey tabby fur, neatly re-combing each loose tuft with her tongue. In her mind as she did this without concentrating on her grooming, she thought about what her day would be like. What would Coldstone show her? The territory, rules, the training hollow? Or, maybe even, she could meet the other apprentices and mentors. She hadn't made very many friends within the nursery, as she was the only one born when she was and once she was older, the new kits were too young to play with. Once her fur was all in place, she hastily padded out into the clearing of the camp.
Squinting her eyes at the blaring sunlight, Ivorypaw rose a paw to her glacial gaze and rubbed away the comfortableness of lacking sun. Her belly rumbled as the smell of fresh-kill breezed past her nostrils and maw, causing her spiked tongue to run across her lips in hunger. "No," she thought to herself, shaking her head. "The clan must be fed first." Ivorypaw was and always will be strict with herself, due to her parents stern teaching. It was her destiny to become the greatest, most loyal and noble warrior the clans had ever seen. Even though, she hadn't met or even know what clans are... she was born a little prior to when RootClan joined the others, instead of being known as a Tribe. As soon as she was able to comprehend words, her parents made sure of it that their kit would listen, obey and be named Ivorykit, as their leaders word was law. Her head quickly arched a little higher, in search of her mentor, Coldstone. If she wasn't allowed to eat yet, then she would be quick to get her belly full as soon as she could. As she searched, the glare blocked her gaze once again, only allowing the silhouette of a cats figure appear walking towards her.
"Coldstone?"
Anyone is welcome to join in! [ pants Ringtail ]