Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Apr 14, 2021 6:23:33 GMT -5
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Asterpaw himself had a mouse that he was eating, sitting separate from the other apprentices but not quite ready yet to join the warriors. And that was the problem. He was separate. He was an adult cat now, well old enough to be a warrior, and yet the “paw” moniker still adorned his name. White tail lashing back and forth, he tried to distract himself by munching on the bones of the rodent, his blue eyes somewhat distant. Why wasn’t he a warrior yet? He felt he had proved himself again and again and again. What did it matter that he lacked hearing? He well made up for whatever disadvantage that gave him with determination and strength. His whiskers twitched. Even Pumastar recognised his potential, he thought. He was capable, he could be a great warrior. He was certain of it. And yet here he was, with a nest still-warm in the apprentice den. A puff of air releasing from his lungs, the blue-eyed tom swallowed what was left of his mouse and rested his chin somewhat sulkily on his legs. He felt entirely left behind by not only his brother and sister, but all the apprentices he had trained alongside. Now, there were a new batch of ‘paws in the den that were so young and air-headed he barely related to any of them. He was a warrior in all but name. So where was his ceremony?
Or would he ever get one? So lost in the murky fog of his own future, Asterpaw did not notice Lilybreeze close by at all until she moved directly into his line of vision.
WORDS ☆ 402 words
TAGS ☆ @poptart
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he sky above TreeClan’s camp was a beautiful, clear blue. No cat could deny how lovely a day it was, much warmer than the Leaf-bare that had preceded it. The nakedness of the branches exposed the near cloudless expanse above their heads, and many cats had lazy smiles drifting across their faces as they settled down for a sunhigh meal. The air tasted fresh and bright, not quite as warm and heady as Greenleaf, but then again, that was still several moons away. The scent of prey hung over the camp as rare delicacies were carried to the fresh-kill pile. The warming weather had brought so much prey out of hiding that today’s haul looked like a feast compared to the measly pile they had been eating from each Leaf-bare.Asterpaw himself had a mouse that he was eating, sitting separate from the other apprentices but not quite ready yet to join the warriors. And that was the problem. He was separate. He was an adult cat now, well old enough to be a warrior, and yet the “paw” moniker still adorned his name. White tail lashing back and forth, he tried to distract himself by munching on the bones of the rodent, his blue eyes somewhat distant. Why wasn’t he a warrior yet? He felt he had proved himself again and again and again. What did it matter that he lacked hearing? He well made up for whatever disadvantage that gave him with determination and strength. His whiskers twitched. Even Pumastar recognised his potential, he thought. He was capable, he could be a great warrior. He was certain of it. And yet here he was, with a nest still-warm in the apprentice den. A puff of air releasing from his lungs, the blue-eyed tom swallowed what was left of his mouse and rested his chin somewhat sulkily on his legs. He felt entirely left behind by not only his brother and sister, but all the apprentices he had trained alongside. Now, there were a new batch of ‘paws in the den that were so young and air-headed he barely related to any of them. He was a warrior in all but name. So where was his ceremony?
Or would he ever get one? So lost in the murky fog of his own future, Asterpaw did not notice Lilybreeze close by at all until she moved directly into his line of vision.
WORDS ☆ 402 words
TAGS ☆ @poptart