Post by Fawn on Jul 25, 2017 21:37:32 GMT -5
curiosity is not a sin...
...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity
Shadowpaw
They went to RainClan's territory during the day, to avoid arousing suspicions from their water-loving neighbors. Shadowpaw enjoyed the sunshine. It had been unusual, at first, to walk through the black pine forest with the greenleaf sun pouring down on them through the pine needles, but Shadowpaw quickly adjusted. The feeling of being exposed in his own territory gradually faded, replaced by novelty of experiencing new lands - new parts of the valley for him to know.
The tom that walked beside Smokefur still carried the bright eyes and benign demeanor of youth, but his posture - neat and clean, as with all that he did - and body structure spoke of adulthood. Like the changing days of summer into fall, Shadowpaw was caught in the transition out of his kitten moons and into a more mature state of being. He had inherited his mother's more diminutive stature, though this likely put him on the same level as his sisters; it certainly made being inconspicuous much easier.
Not that they had anything to hide. Smokefur had informed him they weren't going far into RainClan's border, just enough to collect some herbs, then go home. Shadowpaw's ears twitched forward, intrigued by the distant rush of water, though they had yet to lay eyes upon the river RainClan thrived by. It was difficult not to let his attention wander, but Shadowpaw resisted, keeping an eye out for any kind of plant worth mentioning.
The tom that walked beside Smokefur still carried the bright eyes and benign demeanor of youth, but his posture - neat and clean, as with all that he did - and body structure spoke of adulthood. Like the changing days of summer into fall, Shadowpaw was caught in the transition out of his kitten moons and into a more mature state of being. He had inherited his mother's more diminutive stature, though this likely put him on the same level as his sisters; it certainly made being inconspicuous much easier.
Not that they had anything to hide. Smokefur had informed him they weren't going far into RainClan's border, just enough to collect some herbs, then go home. Shadowpaw's ears twitched forward, intrigued by the distant rush of water, though they had yet to lay eyes upon the river RainClan thrived by. It was difficult not to let his attention wander, but Shadowpaw resisted, keeping an eye out for any kind of plant worth mentioning.
medicine cat apprentice of nightclan