half a week before the leaffall - [russetpaw, open] Oct 2, 2015 20:42:26 GMT -5
Post by Swiftheart on Oct 2, 2015 20:42:26 GMT -5
"Half a week before the winter," the chill bites before it comes, "and I'm a child of the pleasure" that he brings before he runs.
Swiftheart padded through the center of the camp, nimbly dodging the bodies of late sleepers on her way to the fresh kill pile. She had been away this morning from the camp as a daily personal event--to go and feel morning sickness secretly. She still hadn't told anyone except for Stormstar, Ashfeather and the medicine cats that she was expecting kits. She wanted to stay on warrior duties for as long as possible before she would be confined to the nursery for over six moons. The short-furred pale she-cat didn't have long before she would start showing, but 'til then, she was certain nobody suspected a thing. She wasn't doing anything wrong, but Swiftheart was the sort of cat who was rather bashful about telling others about things like this.
Before she would be unable to do so anymore, she needed to get in as much training as possible with her apprentice, Russetpaw. If she could get the dark ginger tom's progress quickened a bit, and if he showed more talent and potential than expected, then he could even be made a warrior before she would have to temporarily resign from her mentorship. If that didn't happen though, it wasn't the end of the world, and Stormstar would find another good mentor to take up Russetpaw's training. But personally Swiftheart hoped she could see her first apprentice through to his warrior ceremony.
Swiftheart paused at the fresh kill pile, which was decently stocked with rabbits and a few birds and mice, and picked out a rabbit for herself. It was her favorite prey. Mouse was second place, but rabbit was always the best to her. Usually she would always share a rabbit with Ashfeather as she always had during their apprenticeship, but today she was ravenous enough to eat it all--to feed more than one cat. Swiftheart hungrily tore into her meal until she was left nibbling the last bits of meat off its powerful hind legs. They say that Windclan warriors all have powerful, thick hardened paw pads and hind legs, like the rabbits they prey on.
It was mostly true for the most part for all Windclan warriors as far as Swiftheart knew. Even she had started out with soft, delicate paw pads as an apprentice. Many moons of racing over the tough, hard packed earth in Windclan's territory had turned her own paw pads into something that could probably walk on bramble unscathed with ease, and a kick from her hind legs was surprisingly painful in combat. This was one of Windclan's unique traits besides running fast that made it a clan of fighters equally as formidable as the warriors from all other clans, and Swiftheart couldn't feel more proud to be a Windclan warrior.
It was one of the reasons why she enjoyed being a warrior so much and wanted to keep at it for as long as possible before it came time for her to gift her beloved clan with kits. Swiftheart had eaten as much meat as could be found on her rabbit, even snapping and grinding its bones into marrow matter, until there were only the bones of the rabbit's hind legs and skull left. She gathered them together and took a quick errand outside to bury them near the dirt place, then returned and washed her paws for a quick moment before padding around to find Russetpaw's sleeping form.
She knew he could be a handful and didn't always get along with the other apprentices, but she expected he would be enthusiastic about training as he usually was. Swiftheart raised a paw and gently prodded the ginger tom's shoulder, meowing into his ear, "Wake up, Russetpaw. We're going to continue your training today." Swiftheart stepped back to give Russetpaw some space and wait for him to wake up. "After you get something to eat, we can spend most of today training until you're tired." She purred with a smile.
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