When A Tornado Meets A Volcano [Taxx/Lynxpaw] Jun 28, 2018 16:25:06 GMT -5
Post by Zeneka on Jun 28, 2018 16:25:06 GMT -5
Am I coming out of left field?
At long last Minkpaw was an apprentice, which was a mixed blessing in her eyes. More freedom to explore and have adventures but also more responsibility. Her rules as a kit were not terribly restrictive, past being forbidden from leaving camp, and so long as she wasn't getting in the way (which she loved to do) she was allowed, mostly, free reign of the camp. She didn't have chores or patrols or training to attend, just endless days of play and games. However, after 6 moons, exploring the camp was way past exciting. Minkpaw was sure she'd found every last nook and cranny in the entire camp a moon before her ceremony.
But now she was an apprentice! Yay? She had mixed feelings. Her days were not her own anymore. There were expectations placed on apprentices. Do this, do that, be here at this time, train, clean out old bedding, hunt for the elders, see to the stinky old cats' each and every need, and then maybe, MAYBE she would have some time to do what SHE wanted to do. And even then, she still wasn't supposed to leave camp on her own, without a warrior to accompany her. And that was stupid. So, finding herself with a rare free moment to herself, she escaped camp, heading for dirtplace in case any cat tried to stop her, and when no one followed or challenged her, she broke into a run.
She ran for quite a while, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze tousling her plush fur, and freedom of not having anyone around telling what to do. Finally she got tired, she was only a couple days into her training and wasn't used to so much exertion just yet, and slowed to a leisurely walk. Glancing around, she tried to figure out where she was from her tour with Eagletalon and their ventures out into the territory thus far. Picking up speed, she jumped up and scrabbled to the top of a nearby boulder to get a better look around and saw the stretch of dark stones she knew to be the LightningClan border stretched out ahead of her.
Ears pricked with interest, she leaped nimbly back down and padded toward it, pausing at the scent line and wrinkling her nose at LightningClan's strange scent. Rabbit and wind and the sharp tang of grass. StoneClan's own scent was much more subtle than either of their neighbors. Cleaner, in Minkpaw's opinion, though their neighbors would hardly agree since 'dusty' was often used to describe her own Clan's scent. But what LightningClan and RainClan thought about StoneClan's scent was hardly any concern of Minkpaw's. All that mattered right now was that THEY smelled terrible.
She paced over the stones, the heat seeping through her roughened pads, and recalled the elders' stories about the many battles fought over these rocks. They belonged to StoneClan now, but it wasn't that long ago that they apparently belonged to LightningClan. Ownership of the sun stones changed paws often. Bounding up to the highest point she could find, she stood with her fluffy tail raised like a banner of victory, swaying in the breeze behind her, and surveyed the stretch of the LightningClan's territory before her. The temptation to cross the border was strong, just to say she had. So without another thought for the consequences, she did.
With a quick, confident stride, she bounded down the rocks, back to the scent marker, and over it, pausing only when she was fully on LightningClan's side of the border. A thrill went through her as she glanced back at her own territory briefly. In front of her, stone gave way to sand, and sand gave way to scrubby grass, which gave way to the taller grass that pervaded LightningClan's territory. Enemies could be lurking in that grass, beyond her sight, and she gazed out over it with a challenge in her pale blue gaze: I crossed your border. I'm not afraid of you.
I'm a rebel just for kicks now.