Learning From The Best (Lionstar, OPEN). Jan 2, 2013 23:58:56 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Jan 2, 2013 23:58:56 GMT -5
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The orange tabby markings of Foxpaw were distinctively visible when her paws were on the ground instead of in the trees. Truthfully, it was rare to see the young she-cat on the ground when it wasn't required. Her life was currently dedicated to high observation and the sharpness of one's mind. Foxpaw wasn't trying to be modest, but she was pretty sure that goal had been reached.
Now, the Treeclan apprentice stood in wait in the heart of camp. Her mentor had been increasingly busy lately; what with leafbare presenting its usual problems. Her warrior ceremony was right around the corner; this being why Lionstar had taken Foxpaw's training into his own paws for the time being. It was a great honour to be trained by the leader of Treeclan. Foxpaw's eyes momentarily flashed over with a prideful glaze, the overwhelming sensation of confidence causing her stance to straighten. Turning her head over slender shoulders designed for a stalking crouch, the apprentice skimmed the leader's den in search of Lionstar. Her neck protruded, pink nose inhaling a breath of air to locate the golden tom's fragrance.
At last, there he was. Immediately, Foxpaw stood. She waited until Lionstar was near before lowering her head in a respectful dip, gray-green irises glancing up to meet Lionstar's noble gaze. “Greetings, Lionstar.” the fox-like she-cat mewed, attempting to keep the ever so small piece of excitement toward being trained by the clan leader under wraps. Foxpaw was known for being quiet; keen. She wasn't about to destroy that reputation.
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