Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 16:11:34 GMT -5
It was a fine day to begin training. Rainclan had returned to their campsite once the flooded rivers had shrunk back down to their normal size, leaving a messy Rainclan territory, but nothing that the water loving cats couldn't handle. Well, most of the water loving cats. Timberwing could care less about water, she didn't enjoy getting her paws wet and she could also go without the moist mud that squished inbetween her wide, flat paws with every pawstep.
The former Nightclanner opened her forest green eyes, she laid near the entrance of the Warrior's Den and as such, the rising sun always awoke her with a gentle gleam to start the new day. Timberwing's muscles screamed in protest as the long furred she-cat unclured from her tight ball and flicked her bushy tail out with a large yawn, bright white fangs glinting in the sunlight that peaked through the entrance. With a quick tongue, she ran it over her russet red and white fur, smoothing it out, and removing any stray moss strands from her nest that may has attached itself to her rather long fur. Once the older she-cat was finished, her wide flat paws led her through the string of nests that still held cats on her journey out of the Warrior's Den.
Timberwing lifted her head to view around the camp, it was quite and still slightly damp from the previous floods earlier in the Newleaf. It was warm, well warmer than previous days and Timberwing was greatful for a change in the weather, a gentle breeze ran around, rustling up the scent of fresh prey out in the forest. The long haired she-cat made her way towards the apprentice den, her paws sinking in the ground as she walked. Her ears twitched, the tuffs of fur at the tips swayed around like grass in a gentle breeze, her bushy tail curled up over her back as she streched once more before conintuing.
"Crowpaw." Timberwing's gruff voice called into the entrance of the Apprentice's Den. Her forest green eyes catching sight of the young tom that she was mentoring. Her eyes were gentle, but guarded of emotions as she called out to him, almost as if she could feel the pain the new apprentice was feeling. Which, in a way, she was. The older she-cat never let go of the pain she had grown up with, and though she still felt it, she knew to accept what had happened and learn from the past and work on her future. She hoped to instill such wisdom in the young, pained tom. Timberwing called out Crowpaw's name once more before padding towards the small pile of freshkill. Sher eyes picked out a mouse, she was sure the young tom would enjoy before she took him out on a tour of the territory for his first time out.