Post by Silverfire on Dec 22, 2016 2:54:18 GMT 8
Tawnypaw was curled comfortably in the apprentices' den, her eyes closed as she dozed while the rays of warm sunlight filtered into the den. Feeling the sunshine slowly shift from welcomingly warming her ginger tabby pelt to shining upon her sleeping face. Blinking awake, almost startled as the light temporarily blinded the she-cat, she narrowed her eyes with a momentary bout of grumpiness before realizing it was already sun high and that she'd been as checked out as a dormouse in the depths of winter. Her white tipped ear twitching as the she-cat let out a yawn, Tawnypaw blinked the sleepiness out of her eyes and gave her pelt a good shake in order to rid the fluffy ginger fur of the bits and pieces of moss that clung to it enviously.
Giving her chest fur a couple of swift licks, the apprentice padded out into the bright clearing, her emerald gaze gleaming with excitement as to what the day could possibly bring. She was nine moons already, and she surely couldn't be too far from earning her warrior name. Though, part of her hoped that she could have a few more months so that she could train and improve upon her combat moves. Admittedly, the prideful apprentice wasn't exactly extraordinary when it came to combat training. In fact, she tended to return with more bumps and cuts than any other cat. It was an embarrassing fact, but what else could she do besides sneak away to train during the night? And even her little sessions seemed to help very little, to the she-cat's dismay.
"No, I won't be weighed down by this," she mewed to herself, shaking away the disappointment that clung to her like moss. Stretching a bit before heading towards the freshkill pile and selecting the mouse that Tawnypaw had been eyeing since she entered the clearing.
Giving her chest fur a couple of swift licks, the apprentice padded out into the bright clearing, her emerald gaze gleaming with excitement as to what the day could possibly bring. She was nine moons already, and she surely couldn't be too far from earning her warrior name. Though, part of her hoped that she could have a few more months so that she could train and improve upon her combat moves. Admittedly, the prideful apprentice wasn't exactly extraordinary when it came to combat training. In fact, she tended to return with more bumps and cuts than any other cat. It was an embarrassing fact, but what else could she do besides sneak away to train during the night? And even her little sessions seemed to help very little, to the she-cat's dismay.
"No, I won't be weighed down by this," she mewed to herself, shaking away the disappointment that clung to her like moss. Stretching a bit before heading towards the freshkill pile and selecting the mouse that Tawnypaw had been eyeing since she entered the clearing.
