[ti]Private[/ti]Legend Has It... Sept 12, 2019 20:13:48 GMT
Post by pants on Sept 12, 2019 20:13:48 GMT
"Have you heard?"
Hushed murmurs spread through the camp as the latest patrol returned, reporting to their leader. Apparently, there was an owl about. But not just any owl. A white owl. This was a massive owl, with feathers as white as snow and a stare that can kill, according to the more dramatic cats on the patrol. Queens anxiously whispered, pulling their kits closer to them. Warriors were throwing ideas in order to stay safe. Travel in groups. Eyes to the sky. It shouldn't be hard to spot it.
As quickly as word spread, it wasn't more than a few minutes before Grizzledpaw perked his ears as he chewed the mouse between his jaws. He blinked his bright yellow eyes, The tom, along with his cousin Owlpaw, had just gotten back from training with their mentors. Today was all about learning how to work together and team up on a larger enemy. It was a very insightful lesson, especially for apprentices who were not yet quite their final size. Once they returned to camp, their warrior counterparts allowed them to eat, saying the two earned it.
"'Ey, hear that, Owlpaw? Apparently there's a white owl in the forest! How cool is that?" The smoke tom muttered between bites, the conversation of the warriors a few foxlengths away obviously captivating his young mind. He swallowed his mouthful of mouse before looking to Owlpaw. "I don't even think I've seen a normal owl before... Well, except for this one!" He playfully nudged the she-cat's shoulder with a large paw, laughing at his own statement. Grizzledpaw smiled. "You've been terrorizing the forest, haven't 'cha?" The tom leaped up onto his paws, dropping to a fighting crouch, reckless and playful in nature. Eyes set on his target, and haunches wiggling behind him, he leapt masterfully, reaching his paws out to catch his cousin's tail before barreling into the ground, tumbling a bit and laughing all the way. The apprentice was a ruffled heap on the dusty floor of their camp. But only for a moment.
Grizzledpaw rolled over onto his paws, standing back up and shaking out his pelt. "Ya' know? I bet if I could catch it, I'd be made leader! Imagine - Me. Taking on an owl by myself with the possibility of being carried away and never to return!" The tom sat, as he told his fantasy, yellow eyes glistening and a paw out in the air to resemble him being carried off. "But I've trained for many moons to become a warrior! This owl has no idea what'll hit 'em." Grinning, the smoke tom placed his paw back on the ground, chest now puffing out. "Grizzledstar! The mighty warrior who saved IvyClan from the kit eating white owl!" Though his tone was playful and a bit satirical, there was an underlying hint that he meant what he said, and that these dreams were forming in his mind.