Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 13:55:55 GMT -5
Let's start a riot tonight, A pack of lions tonight
In this world he who stops won't get anything he wants
423 ||Justice Fawn Phoenix || Tagged for References.FinchpaW
6 Moons || Tom || TreeClan
The sun was high in the sky, teeming with Greenleaf. Finchpaw was resting, for once, his muscles heavy after a early morning filled with antics. He imagined his mentor, Gorsetail, and felt a small pang of pity for his mentor: How awful it must be being deputy and not being able to fully devote himself to his apprentice. None the less, Finchpaw agreed internally that he would provide Gorsetail with every opportunity to train him and fulfill his desires to participate in teaching the most impressive warrior there would be in Treeclan.
The internal dialogue that had been unfolding in Finchpaw's mind kept him thoroughly entertained as he watched the camp, admiring the way the sun filtered into the center of Treeclan territory. His eyes wandered with the light silently, tracing its way down until it crossed paths with a small gray she-cat. Finchpaw felt his eyes narrow and his throat tense as he recognized Amberpaw. He had known of Amberpaw since he was a kit, often avoiding her gaze and trying to avoid her attentions, incapable of understanding why she made his stomach uneasy. And yet, despite his best intentions he often found himself drawn back into her, admiring the way she walked alongside Fawnpaw, her sister.
He had always held her at a distant, which was probably best as he was fairly loud, but secretly he had often yearned to close the distance between the two, to speak with her without have to worry about the glorious image he had to upkeep. Hesitantly, he looked around for sign of Fawnpaw or Thornpaw, and when he didn't see them, Finchpaw took the initiative, leaping up from his seat in a flurry of brilliant ginger fur. With deliberate steps, the apprentice made his way over to Amberpaw, noticing for the first time how much larger he had gotten recently in comparison to her slender frame. Shaking off the distracting thoughts that encroached his mind, Finchpaw stopped directly in front of Amberpaw, his voice deep in his throat, unlike his usual loud delivery.
"H-Hello Amberpaw... I-I was wondering if you might want to do something-- Sparring? I was thinking this would be a nice day to go to the wildflower clearing..." For some reason the loud apprentice was unusually uneasy around the she-cat, pawing the ground nervously with his large hulking paws.