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Post by xarkla on Jan 22, 2012 18:05:36 GMT -5
A cool breeze swept into the apprentice's den as Whitepaw lifted her skull. A large yawn escaped her, teeth gleaming in the dim light of the morning sun. The she-cat pricked her ears as the Dawn patrol came running into camp. It was leaf-fall as the clearing was showered with different shades of browns, golds, reds, oranges, and yellows. Her ceremony for a mentor would be later on today or tomorrow as she smoothed down the fur on her chest with a couple of licks. Even since her mother had died of whitecough, Whitepaw had changed. Instead, of the playful and naughty kit she now saw life in a different way. She was careful now, analyzing each situation to come the best way out of it alive. She promised to make her mom proud and be one of the greatest warriors that Thunderclan would ever know.
Sitting outside of the apprentice's den, she fluffed out her fur against the wind. She was a sleek cat but still held the stocky frame of every Thunderclan cat. Except for the fact that she had a bit of a more lighter frame than her clanmates. Whitepaw dipped her head in respect as one of the senior warriors passed to get the elders some fresh-kill. Blue eyes watched the tom before she glanced back at the activity in the clearing. As the sun slowly rose higher into the sky, the rest of the Clan started to emerge from their deep slumber. Whitepaw thoughts drifted to her name. Her body was all black except for her white tail, paws, and face. Instead of being named 'Blackkit' her mother had decided to be unique and use 'Whitekit' instead for the scattered blotches of the color. Sighing softly, she wished her mother would be here to watch her receive a mentor and eventually her warrior name. But she knew her mom would get to watch. From the safe paws of Starclan.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Jan 22, 2012 19:16:02 GMT -5
A heavy weight suddenly landed on Tawnypaw's tail and pain shot through it on contact. Her eyes shot open and she lifted her head from her paws and turned it to see which mouse-brain had so rudely stepped on her tail. She narrowed her eyes at the sandy-colored tabby apprentice that stood before her. "Sorry, Tawnypaw," mewed Nettlepaw, his tone not sounding as apoligetic as it should've. He turned and padded out of the den without another word.
Tawnypaw grumbled and attempted to go to sleep once more, but the pain in her tail kept her from doing so. Rolling her eyes, she climbed out of her nest after stretching her limbs a bit. Sleep still hung in her eyelids, so she blinked a few times to get it out. She didn't want to walk around half-asleep. Letting a yawn escape her throat, the abyssinian she-cat padded out of the apprentices' den, nearly bumping into Whitekit on the way out.
She stopped when she saw the black and white bundle of fur in front of her, and instead, grinned. If Whitekit had been an apprentice, Tawnypaw wouldn't have held back a hiss of annoyance, but she did have a soft-spot for kits. They were just so cute and innocent; she couldn't help herself. She padded around the kit until she was facing her. She had never really seen Whitekit around camp, so in her mind, it would be fun to get to know her. After all, she would become an apprentice any day now.
"Hi, Whitekit!" she mewed cheerfully, her expression bright with enthusiasm. Tawnypaw was mostly an optomistic cat. She never really saw the bad side of things, despite her quick-temper. "I'm Tawnypaw, if you didn't know," she went on, ears perked and tail neatly curled around her paws. "Are you excited about becomming an apprentice?" she asked. The words just kept tumbling out of her mouth. Most thought that Tawnypaw talked to much; which was true, but she didn't notice.
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Post by xarkla on Jan 22, 2012 20:10:37 GMT -5
Whitekit glanced as Nettlepaw walked past her out of the den. Only a flick of an ear showed any signs of greeting before she went back to her thoughts and away from the activity in the clearing. Her two toned fur was still fluffed out before she jerked her skull back when a figure appeared in front of her. Whitekit nearly snarled in defense until she realized it was Tawnypaw.
"Morning." She greeted as she dipped her head at the apprentice. Whitekit's blue orbs brightened at the question. "Very," her voice quivered with excitement as she knew any day now she would be named an apprentice and be on her journey to serve her Clan. "I promised my mother, I would be one of the best warriors Thunderclan has ever known."
She relaxed back into her neutral expression as she curled her tail around her paws. Normally, Whitekit would be annoyed by the presence of this apprentice when she hardly knew her, but now would be a time where she could ask questions. Before she would experience the life of an apprentice herself. It was best to be prepared for upcoming tasks.
"How is it being an apprentice? What's your favorite part?" For most it would be scary to see how serious a kit could be. Her blue orbs showed the thirst for knowledge as she waited patiently. Not once was Whitekit seen playing with the other kits or making trouble. After her mother had joined the ranks of Starclan she had stayed in the nursery for most of the day. Only going out for a fresh breath of air.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Jan 26, 2012 19:47:48 GMT -5
Something about the black and white kitten threw Tawnypaw off. Maybe it was her mysterious blue eyes, that just seemed to stare right through her. But if she felt uncomfortable, she didn't show it. Besides, nothing could ever make a kitten look less cute, in her point of view. How was it being an apprentice? She wouldn't be able to describe it, even if she used a million words! Well, maybe that was exagerating, but so what?
With a wide grin, the tawny-colored apprentice cocked her head to the side, as if it was difficult to come up with an answer, which, in a way, was. "It's great! You get to hunt, and train with your mentor, and go on border patrols, and climb trees, and collect moss, and..." After listing just about everything she'd done since being named an apprentice, Tawnypaw drew in a deep breath. Talking sure does take some effort! she joked to herself. "My favorite part is battle training. You get to learn all these cool moves!" she mewed in excitement, her eyes lit up as if she was there, in the heat of battle.
The gleam in her eyes faded as she changed the subject. "What's the first thing you want to do when you become an apprentice?" she asked, her voice a bit less loud and more relaxed. Sometimes Tawnypaw was annoying, and sometimes she wasn't. It was on and off with her, really. She can have a really kind and gentle side if you get to know her well. But if you don't, let's just say you've entered a world of hurt.
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Post by xarkla on Jan 30, 2012 21:32:02 GMT -5
The kit's gaze was dead focused on the apprentice. Even when a leaf drifted into camp, she only twitched an ear to show any sign she had seen it. But not once had her gaze or attention drifted as she allowed the words to soak themselves into her ears. Her paws were twitching with excitement as a new thought popped into her skull. Battle training seems the most interesting. Hunting might also catch my interest. Whitekit glanced in the camp as her blue gaze landed on Shadehawk. He had been giving her some tips about how it was in the forest. For the advanced and mature mind she possessed, it was obvious to the kit that the tom had gained an interest in her as an apprentice.
"I don't care what my first task will be." Whitekit replied calmly as she watched Tawnypaw relax. "My goal in the end is to succeed as a warrior. I wish to know when I have my naming ceremony, that my mother shall be looking down from Starclan, proud to have given birth to me." Her voice was quite calm for a kit who had to deal with the loss of her mother at a young age. If it wasn't for the other nursing queens, Whitekit wouldn't be alive today. It's possible that her mother's death had triggered the mature attitude held within her petite frame.
"Besides, being able to serve my clan...that's all that matters to me." The duo-toned she-cat glanced over at the warrior's den that was across the camp. "Do you think Shadehawk will become my mentor? It seems obvious he's taken an interest in me." She mixed the question with a calm statement as she flicked her tail.
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