Post by Dofferz! on Dec 26, 2017 17:08:53 GMT
The apprentice blinked open brown eyes, wincing against the cold. Mistclan's waterfall and cave did a rather good job at blocking wind from entering into the camp, but that didn't deal with the temperature any. This was still finchpaw's first leaf-bare, and the young child was still fascinated by everything he had yet to ever witness before. Starclan! Whoever thought water would fall from the sky in big, white globs? While snow had been one big surprise, Finchpaw was in for another.
He slipped out from behind the waterfall, cold air biting relentlessly at his nose and ears and paws. He only planned to be outside for a couple heartbeats. Just long enough to get a couple laps of water before returning inside and praying that Slateface didn't expect him to go out and train in this merciless weather. finchpaw shivered at the thought, and as he leaned down to lap up the cold, clear droplets, something caught his eye. Light reflected off of something further downstream--something that had never been there before. Curiosity of this discovery began to rekindle his adventuring spirit, and within heartbeats, the child was booking to see what could possibly be located so close to the river.
However, close was not the term to describe this. Whatever was close to the river was actually inside of the river! "Wow!" he breathed, pacing up and down the bed beside of the curious sheet. He had never seen anything like this before! Maybe it was new and no other cat in Mistclan--no, all the clans!--had seen anything of the likes. Adventure Finchchild was at it again! "What is it, though..?" He tapped it with his paw.
'Cold.'
He leaned forwards, giving the substance a brief sniff. Nothing out of the ordinary jumped out at him.
'Scentless.'
He put both of his front feet on it, and squeaked inside as they both started to slide forwards as if he were on, well, ice.
'Slippery."
Finchpaw scrambled backwards, plopping into the snow and flicking an ear. What could this possibly be? The apprentice was all too ready to return to camp and share the good news of his discovery, but something nagged inside of him. What if the clan didn't believe him with his only observations being cold, scentless, and slippery. Maybe they would think that he had discovered snow! No, he had to make Mistclan believe him! So blinking and looking back over his shoulder to the waterfall in the distance, Finchpaw squared his shoulders, turned back to the item, and continued.
"Okay, so I need to figure out what you are.. But what else can I tell them..?" he huffed, speaking as he paced. "What can I tell them about you?" it seemed like was interrogating the specimen as his voice hung hard and demanding. "Why are you here? What is your purpose? Did Mothclan send you?" he had heard from Swallowsong that Mothclanners were bad. With what he learned from her, he could assume that this could be a trick from them! Bah!
"Well, you left me with no choice!" he exclaimed. This was time for more tests.
Finchpaw ceased pacing and stood at the edge of the riverbank. After hesitation, the boy raised a paw and slammed it down. "Ow!" he hissed, jumping backwards with his throbbing foot. The substance remained unbroken and unaffected.
'Strong and sturdy."
Finchpaw tended to his foot, licking it. 'Ouch, that really did hurt..' Finchpaw shivered again, only now realizing that the tips of his ears, tail, and toes were beginning to grow numb. His nose ran in the cold. He would have to be heading back soon before he ended up getting sick.. especially with fear of the strange sickness spreading throughout the clans. The memory of Mothstar withering at the gathering was still vivid when he began thinking of the cough, even if he had only seen a brief flash before the Mothclan leader was surrounded by cats, invisible to his eyes.
Just a couple more tests.. he would make them quick!
Finchpaw gave one last lick over his paw before he trod back to the riverbank. He sniffed it one last time before sticking his tongue out and touching the object. It tasted... like water? And it was so cold that his tongue tingled.
'Watery and cold.'
he concluded, ready to test one more thing. However, as he pulled his head back, pain shot through his tongue. Finchpaw whined in pain, opening his eyes to see that his tongue was still touching the item. He painfully pulled one more time, but it didn't budge.
It was only then that he realized the situation he was in.
"Helpf!!" he called, voice muffled as he painfully struggled to get free from the item's painful grasp and claws. His tongue burned and every movement made it feel as if it were about to rip out of his maw. But alas, he was so panicked that the thought to sit still never crossed his mind. All he wanted was to get out of there!
"Mama..! Nightfuh, helpf!" he gasped. "Meteohpaw!"
He slipped out from behind the waterfall, cold air biting relentlessly at his nose and ears and paws. He only planned to be outside for a couple heartbeats. Just long enough to get a couple laps of water before returning inside and praying that Slateface didn't expect him to go out and train in this merciless weather. finchpaw shivered at the thought, and as he leaned down to lap up the cold, clear droplets, something caught his eye. Light reflected off of something further downstream--something that had never been there before. Curiosity of this discovery began to rekindle his adventuring spirit, and within heartbeats, the child was booking to see what could possibly be located so close to the river.
However, close was not the term to describe this. Whatever was close to the river was actually inside of the river! "Wow!" he breathed, pacing up and down the bed beside of the curious sheet. He had never seen anything like this before! Maybe it was new and no other cat in Mistclan--no, all the clans!--had seen anything of the likes. Adventure Finchchild was at it again! "What is it, though..?" He tapped it with his paw.
'Cold.'
He leaned forwards, giving the substance a brief sniff. Nothing out of the ordinary jumped out at him.
'Scentless.'
He put both of his front feet on it, and squeaked inside as they both started to slide forwards as if he were on, well, ice.
'Slippery."
Finchpaw scrambled backwards, plopping into the snow and flicking an ear. What could this possibly be? The apprentice was all too ready to return to camp and share the good news of his discovery, but something nagged inside of him. What if the clan didn't believe him with his only observations being cold, scentless, and slippery. Maybe they would think that he had discovered snow! No, he had to make Mistclan believe him! So blinking and looking back over his shoulder to the waterfall in the distance, Finchpaw squared his shoulders, turned back to the item, and continued.
"Okay, so I need to figure out what you are.. But what else can I tell them..?" he huffed, speaking as he paced. "What can I tell them about you?" it seemed like was interrogating the specimen as his voice hung hard and demanding. "Why are you here? What is your purpose? Did Mothclan send you?" he had heard from Swallowsong that Mothclanners were bad. With what he learned from her, he could assume that this could be a trick from them! Bah!
"Well, you left me with no choice!" he exclaimed. This was time for more tests.
Finchpaw ceased pacing and stood at the edge of the riverbank. After hesitation, the boy raised a paw and slammed it down. "Ow!" he hissed, jumping backwards with his throbbing foot. The substance remained unbroken and unaffected.
'Strong and sturdy."
Finchpaw tended to his foot, licking it. 'Ouch, that really did hurt..' Finchpaw shivered again, only now realizing that the tips of his ears, tail, and toes were beginning to grow numb. His nose ran in the cold. He would have to be heading back soon before he ended up getting sick.. especially with fear of the strange sickness spreading throughout the clans. The memory of Mothstar withering at the gathering was still vivid when he began thinking of the cough, even if he had only seen a brief flash before the Mothclan leader was surrounded by cats, invisible to his eyes.
Just a couple more tests.. he would make them quick!
Finchpaw gave one last lick over his paw before he trod back to the riverbank. He sniffed it one last time before sticking his tongue out and touching the object. It tasted... like water? And it was so cold that his tongue tingled.
'Watery and cold.'
he concluded, ready to test one more thing. However, as he pulled his head back, pain shot through his tongue. Finchpaw whined in pain, opening his eyes to see that his tongue was still touching the item. He painfully pulled one more time, but it didn't budge.
It was only then that he realized the situation he was in.
"Helpf!!" he called, voice muffled as he painfully struggled to get free from the item's painful grasp and claws. His tongue burned and every movement made it feel as if it were about to rip out of his maw. But alas, he was so panicked that the thought to sit still never crossed his mind. All he wanted was to get out of there!
"Mama..! Nightfuh, helpf!" he gasped. "Meteohpaw!"
