The Basics (Hartpaw) - Backdated Jul 8, 2020 3:29:49 GMT -5
Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 8, 2020 3:29:49 GMT -5
There was a rise of pride within the chest of the slender tomcat as he happily trotted towards the entrance of the Apprentice's Den. It had been a while since he, himself, had rested among the smaller den crafted of nettles and reeds to keep the youngsters warm and safe at night. Now he had the chance to visit it quite often since Silverstar had seen it fit to grant the blue-gray warrior with a ward of his own. The ceremony had taken him off guard, but he couldn't help the excitement that wriggled it's way through is body as he reached over to gently nuzzle Owlfrost before slipping over to touch noses with the newly named Hartpaw.
He was familiar with the young tom, as he had been orphaned at a fairly young age due to the loss of his mother near the time of his birth. Though something the young warrior could relate too... it wasn't something that he was going to start off with when it came to the natural bond that formed between apprentice and mentor. It was supposed to be a fun, adventurous time within the youngster's life and Waverunner would be sure to make it an experience for Hartpaw. Hopefully it would be without all the loss and destitute that he gone through when he was under the sturdy wing of Gullswoop.
Shaking himself free of his lingering memories and haunting nightmares, Waverunner dipped his head towards the entrance and parted his dilute jaw to call out to the new apprentice. "Hartpaw, time to get up!" It would be a simple day today, nothing too crazy as it seemed that the snow of Leafbare was starting to make it's appearance with the chilling of the temperature and the bite of the wind as it bustled through the open camp of Rainclan. It wasn't his favorite season, as the blue-gray tom had a fairly short pelt, but he never seemed to let that bother him as he kept active and mobile in attempt to say warm.
Besides, at the end of the day he could curl up against the warmth and fluff of Owlfrost within the Warrior's Den.
Shaking small white flurries from his dilute pelt, Waverunner could feel the cold seeping into his bones already as the slender tom stifled the need to shiver, those bright green pools of his waiting for Hartpaw to slip from the warmth of his own den. A smile broke across the maw of the older tomcat upon that moment, tail flickering behind him with an unspoken excitement. "Good morning! Ready to do some work around camp for today?" Boring, he knew it could come across as such to any fresh apprentice ready to race their paws across the unknown territory they were guarded from during their kithood, but the elders and queens were in need of fresh bedding as the colder moons lingered just around the bend.
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RainClan Warrior 19 Moons