Post by Insidious on Jan 23, 2015 13:24:53 GMT -5
J U N I P E R P A W
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She was getting so tired of Whiteshade.
Whenever she was near him, she felt like she had to be balancing on her tail, as if maybe then he would actually be pleased with her. His right to be a mentor deserved to be revoked, because although he was admittedly a good teacher, that did not matter very much when the student was openly terrified. She was lucky to be alive; it would not come as much of a surprise if she saw his blood-red eyes unblinking in the bushes before he leaped out and cut her throat. Shuddering at the thought, she looked briefly to the bushes in question before pushing forward with a shake of her head, trying to dispel her mind of such nightmarish visuals.
There was no appeal to be found in the mountains that could not be found in LightningClan territory, but nonetheless she found herself craving something different for a change, something that would not involve a chance encounter with any Clanmates she did not particularly care to see. She did not know when she had suddenly become so hostile at the thought of spending time with a Clanmate. As a kitten, she had been friendly, always smiling, but that had changed within days of becoming Whiteshade’s apprentice. There was something about the creepy tomcat that . . . sucked out a good-natured soul and turned it into something ugly. She found that she rarely felt happy anymore, because there was just no time for it when she was always afraid to shut her eyes, wondering when her mentor would tiptoe through the apprentices’ den and prod her for another night lesson. There had been a few times that she had wondered about the benefits of approaching Nightstep, inquiring of whether or not he felt the same, but from a distance she observed some uncanny similarities between him and the mentor in question. She did not want her unease being reported to the unsettling albino, and so she had kept her concerns to herself.
Consumed by her thoughts as she was, Juniperpaw had not noticed the space in the ground that she had accidentally stepped into until she recognized that her paws were at uneven heights. Curiously, she looked down, peering into the blackness of the hole that she had uncovered. From what she had been able to tell, there was nobody around, and so she did not think any harm would come from stepping inside and taking a quick look around. Following her instincts, the pretty apprentice ducked inside, allowing her eyes to adjust to the new lighting before, with a sharp intake of breath, she stumbled backwards and froze.
She was surrounded by various bones, some just plain old animal skulls while others seemed to be attached to form sharp objects for a purpose she cared not to uncover. Strangest of all, however, was a jar with purple-eyed contents that made a shiver of terror rocket up the length of her spine. She had no idea what kind of a monster called this place home - what with the overpowering stench of lavender messing with her sense of smell - and she had every intention of getting as far away as possible before she found out. Forcing the life back into her stiff limbs, Juniperpaw turned around and prepared to make a mad dash for the exit, brought to a firm halt before she had even gotten started by the black shape newly blocking her way out.
“Rookfrost,” she let out a sigh of relief, “thank StarClan you’re here. I don’t know what takes place down here, but we should probably go before we find out.” She had not taken the time to consider what LightningClan’s medicine cat would be doing out here, having coincidentally found himself within this foreboding cellar at the same time as her. She was blinded by the hope that her Clanmate would keep her safe.
Whenever she was near him, she felt like she had to be balancing on her tail, as if maybe then he would actually be pleased with her. His right to be a mentor deserved to be revoked, because although he was admittedly a good teacher, that did not matter very much when the student was openly terrified. She was lucky to be alive; it would not come as much of a surprise if she saw his blood-red eyes unblinking in the bushes before he leaped out and cut her throat. Shuddering at the thought, she looked briefly to the bushes in question before pushing forward with a shake of her head, trying to dispel her mind of such nightmarish visuals.
There was no appeal to be found in the mountains that could not be found in LightningClan territory, but nonetheless she found herself craving something different for a change, something that would not involve a chance encounter with any Clanmates she did not particularly care to see. She did not know when she had suddenly become so hostile at the thought of spending time with a Clanmate. As a kitten, she had been friendly, always smiling, but that had changed within days of becoming Whiteshade’s apprentice. There was something about the creepy tomcat that . . . sucked out a good-natured soul and turned it into something ugly. She found that she rarely felt happy anymore, because there was just no time for it when she was always afraid to shut her eyes, wondering when her mentor would tiptoe through the apprentices’ den and prod her for another night lesson. There had been a few times that she had wondered about the benefits of approaching Nightstep, inquiring of whether or not he felt the same, but from a distance she observed some uncanny similarities between him and the mentor in question. She did not want her unease being reported to the unsettling albino, and so she had kept her concerns to herself.
Consumed by her thoughts as she was, Juniperpaw had not noticed the space in the ground that she had accidentally stepped into until she recognized that her paws were at uneven heights. Curiously, she looked down, peering into the blackness of the hole that she had uncovered. From what she had been able to tell, there was nobody around, and so she did not think any harm would come from stepping inside and taking a quick look around. Following her instincts, the pretty apprentice ducked inside, allowing her eyes to adjust to the new lighting before, with a sharp intake of breath, she stumbled backwards and froze.
She was surrounded by various bones, some just plain old animal skulls while others seemed to be attached to form sharp objects for a purpose she cared not to uncover. Strangest of all, however, was a jar with purple-eyed contents that made a shiver of terror rocket up the length of her spine. She had no idea what kind of a monster called this place home - what with the overpowering stench of lavender messing with her sense of smell - and she had every intention of getting as far away as possible before she found out. Forcing the life back into her stiff limbs, Juniperpaw turned around and prepared to make a mad dash for the exit, brought to a firm halt before she had even gotten started by the black shape newly blocking her way out.
“Rookfrost,” she let out a sigh of relief, “thank StarClan you’re here. I don’t know what takes place down here, but we should probably go before we find out.” She had not taken the time to consider what LightningClan’s medicine cat would be doing out here, having coincidentally found himself within this foreboding cellar at the same time as her. She was blinded by the hope that her Clanmate would keep her safe.
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