Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2020 23:22:30 GMT -5
Ebonypaw
Apprentice, She-Cat, NightClan
It had only been a short amount of time since the small black she-cat had been given the name of Ebonypaw rather than Ebonykit, such a short amount of time that there had been very little done in the training department. She didn't' feel overly rushed per say, there was plenty of time to get to the fun stuff, but checking the elders for ticks and changing out the bedding was getting old fairly quickly. Her sister, and closest friend, seemed to thrive with the daily chores and always had a smile on her face where Ebonypaw was more focused on the entrance to their tunnel system. There was much to be explored out in the wilds of the different lands, there was even much to be explored in the lands that her own clan survived on. Her tail flicked with a small amount of irritation as she stalked out of the elder's den and into the forest, the ground was mottled with moonlight, almost bringing life back to the death that littered the ground she walked upon.
Ebonypaw couldn't help but wonder if she should go in search of her mentor and request to be trained today while the weather was still pleasant or if she should wait for the older she-cat to approach her on her terms. This was all quite new, her littermates were all going through the same thing and they had no older siblings to reach out to regarding how this all worked. Their mother had kept them hidden away from the Clan as kits, so Ebonypaw didn't have memories of watching the apprentices train while she was a wide-eyed kit waiting for the day that it would be her turn. She grumbled to herself, wishing once again, that her mother had been less overbearing as much as she adored her.
She found herself wandering further away from the safety of their tunneled camp and drawing closer to the murky pond that provided much water for the cats of the Clan. The small cat vaguely recalled that this place was called Ambush Pond but the reasoning behind the name was lost on her. As she drew closer to the pond the near silence was interrupted by the quaking of ducks. Excitement flicked through the pitch black she cat, her large eyes growing wider with anticipation as her small frame lowered into the tall grasses. Ebonypaw moved forward slowly, one paw at a time, making sure that each paw was placed down so gingerly that the grass beneath it barely had time to bend until she was about three tail lengths away from the aquatic bird. The only part of her body that moved as her large pale eyes stared down the duck was the tip of her tail. It was as if there was too much excitement being contained in her tiny body that she could no longer control the end of her tail, but that would be fine right? She could get the duck all on her own. Surely her mentor would be proud if she brought home a duck on her own right?Thinking. "Speaking."
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