Post by Fawn on Jan 3, 2018 17:58:40 GMT -5
Appleshade
When the weather turned cold and windy, there was little Appleshade wanted to do more than stay in the warmth and comfort of her nest. Soon enough she would have to start looking for cardinal feathers to add even more cushion to the moss bedding - and the colors on both the males and females were beautiful to behold. Appleshade was the sort of she-cat who enjoyed more than her fair share of luxury.
She had been halfway through an indulgent bit of grooming when her brother, fresh from patrol and bringing the nippy air with him, entered the warriors' den.
"If you're going to take Flamepaw out today, you might want to go now." He mewed, speaking over her natural urge to delay unpleasant things with an excuse. "The snow's going to start."
Sprucefur knew how much she hated having cold feet, and though she hated to be parted from the cushy coziness of her nest, Appleshade appreciated him telling her. With an elegant stretch of each limb, tail and then her slender neck, the warrioress thanked him and slipped by - careful not to let their pelts brush lest some of that cold air cling to her coat too. Chill air was like a tick; once it got past the first layer of fur, Appleshade had an unpleasant time trying to get rid of it.
StarClan, I hope this winter is a mild one...
"Flamepaw," she called into the apprentices' den, voice a little sing-song as if forcing an air of pleasantness upon herself would fend off how much she disliked the weather. It wouldn't do at all to show Flamepaw any kind of reluctance towards their training sessions. StarClan knew the last thing that would benefit him was a misunderstanding. Appleshade sympathized with the young tom, who had come from the only home he'd ever known, only to be surrounded by strangers. Strangers who were supposed to be his new family. Strangers he was supposed to grow up to defend with his life.
Well she wasn't going to be a stranger. If he needed a shoulder to lean on or even just someone to talk to, Appleshade was already resolving herself to be that cat.
"It's time to go hunting before the snow gets here! It'll be your first snowfall, won't it?" Appleshade beckoned him to the freshkill pile with a wave of her feathery tail. "Then you're in for a treat!" The apprentice should eat before they go. They might be out a while.
She had been halfway through an indulgent bit of grooming when her brother, fresh from patrol and bringing the nippy air with him, entered the warriors' den.
"If you're going to take Flamepaw out today, you might want to go now." He mewed, speaking over her natural urge to delay unpleasant things with an excuse. "The snow's going to start."
Sprucefur knew how much she hated having cold feet, and though she hated to be parted from the cushy coziness of her nest, Appleshade appreciated him telling her. With an elegant stretch of each limb, tail and then her slender neck, the warrioress thanked him and slipped by - careful not to let their pelts brush lest some of that cold air cling to her coat too. Chill air was like a tick; once it got past the first layer of fur, Appleshade had an unpleasant time trying to get rid of it.
StarClan, I hope this winter is a mild one...
"Flamepaw," she called into the apprentices' den, voice a little sing-song as if forcing an air of pleasantness upon herself would fend off how much she disliked the weather. It wouldn't do at all to show Flamepaw any kind of reluctance towards their training sessions. StarClan knew the last thing that would benefit him was a misunderstanding. Appleshade sympathized with the young tom, who had come from the only home he'd ever known, only to be surrounded by strangers. Strangers who were supposed to be his new family. Strangers he was supposed to grow up to defend with his life.
Well she wasn't going to be a stranger. If he needed a shoulder to lean on or even just someone to talk to, Appleshade was already resolving herself to be that cat.
"It's time to go hunting before the snow gets here! It'll be your first snowfall, won't it?" Appleshade beckoned him to the freshkill pile with a wave of her feathery tail. "Then you're in for a treat!" The apprentice should eat before they go. They might be out a while.
64 Moons | Senior Warrior | TreeClan
[smear:d67db2]A little party never killed nobody[/smear:ffffff]
Finally got this thread up! Sorry for the wait!
