The First Day Out [Goldenpaw] Jan 22, 2013 14:14:01 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Jan 22, 2013 14:14:01 GMT -5
This was a day she both anticipated and dreaded in equal measure. Goldenpaw was her first ever apprentice, despite being considered a senior warrior, and because of that she was feeling more pressure than ever - not just to make a good impression on a mind that had not yet thought to fear or dislike her, but to make a good impression on the minds that for the most part, appeared too prejudiced to give her much of a chance.
I'll show you all then, you foxhearts. The beautiful - but admittedly insidious looking - albino feline sat in the middle of LightningClan's camp, just off to the side as she groomed the last pesky clump of snow from her already pristine white pelt. To anyone who wasn't her or Whiteshade (or solid white, for that matter), it looked exceptionally hard to locate the clumps amidst all that white fur, but when you could feel it, it really wasn't as hard as the scene led you to believe.
Swiping a damp paw across her jaw, her face and both of her ears, Cherrypool's grooming sessions were short not out of negligence of her hygiene but out of the easiness of her short white coat, at least this time of year. Though in the times of flooding and rainy seasons, all sorts of mud and earthen debris just seemed to cling to her body as though she were one giant magnet for dirt, and it took so long to get it to the correct shade of white again, short of a plunge in the river.
Not her favorite way to start the grooming session, that was for sure. She much preferred just a quick bath. Appearance taken care of, the cynical feline stretched, ivory claws unsheathing, a few resounding clicks and cricks of her joints popping producing a satisfied sigh.
Let's get this over with.
Wavering between excitement at the prospect of being someone's teacher and the possibility of failure (and how much lower on the totem pole that might put her in the eyes of her Clanmates), bile seemed to rise in the back of her throat before she quickly swallowed it down, blood-red irises gleaming their hellish gleam as she let out a brusque yowl.
"Get up Goldenpaw! First day of training!"
Cherrypool had no intention of starting off with a false sense of kindness or anything that went against her cautious, jaded personality. She wasn't going to be mean, that was never her intention, but she was going to hold him at arms length for a while. That was her usual approach to everyone who didn't look at her funny. If they were worth getting closer to, then she would tread carefully, but tread nevertheless. The emotionally scarred albino had absolutely no intention of putting herself in a position in which she would get hurt.
Word Count: 504
Notes: This will probably be a tour of the territories with some hunting practice thrown in.