let's improve our skills [ lionclaw ] Sept 15, 2015 17:20:59 GMT -5
Post by Spottedpaw on Sept 15, 2015 17:20:59 GMT -5
S P O T T E D P A W
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The small she cat woke quietly to the warmth of the typical sunny day of Greenleaf. The sun leaked through the gaps in the brambles the tangled around the entrance to act like armor, protecting the apprentices with it's sharp thorns that stuck out. Spottedpaw lay in her moss nest, her tail pressed against her nose as her eyes opened, blinking her eyes quickly to adjust the dim light in the apprentice den. Lifting her body up with great effort so she was sitting up, she scanned the den now less cramped with Emberstrike in the warriors den but still full enough that Spottedpaw would have to carefully plan her exit to allow her to leave without waking her den mates. She looked toward Emberstrikes old moss den, yet to be removed, with an obvious want burn in her eyes - two more moons until she'd be of age to become a warrior, her speckled pelt burned with excitement and her tail flicked against her paws at the though of finally being a warrior. Even with herself and Honeypaw being the only remaining apprentices, the den was still too cramped for her liking.
Spottedpaw gingerly put a paw outside her moss nest, careful to place it in between Honeypaw's sprawled out limbs, the other cat seem to take up most of the den with her legs alone with how she had stretched out during the night. With a roll of her eyes Spottedpaw continued with a few jumps until she was at the bramble entrance, pushing her lithe body through the sharp entrance with a certain grace. The ginger marking her tortoiseshell pelt seemed to glow in the morning light, this had been the earliest Spottedpaw had woken since she became an apprentice, the small she-cat padded a quietly through the silent camp toward the freshkill pile. She assumed Howlingstar and his warriors were already awake and beginning their patrols. The small cat sat in the sandy clearing, pulling her brown tipped tail around her paws as if she were protecting herself for the danger that wasn't there. Tensions were high in the camp since the battle ended, many of the camp wanted to seek out revenge which confused the apprentice, but she didn't dare to concentrate on anything other that her training.
She moved closer to the pile, picking up a small mouse before taking it away to eat. She usually ate before she went training, unless it was hunting of course - she remembered the words of the warrior code in her mind concerning meals. She lay with the small creature clutched between her large fluffy paws, her tail curling around her hind legs bent to allow her to sit comfortably. She pulled at the meat of the rodent while her mind wandered to her mentor. It was unusual that Lionclaw hadn't woken her, maybe he had allowed her to sleep in? she recalled how reluctant her mentor had been to take her hunting, self conscious about his own skills although she didn't know any better until she went on a hunting patrol without the golden tom and learned more with the other warriors than her mentor in hunting. Though it seemed the larger tom had more skills in fighting than hunting. Spottedpaw had been slightly concerned at the idea of having a mentor only eight moons older than herself. Finishing her meal, she sat up glancing around the camp with curiousity waiting for Lionclaw to turn up.words || 586
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