Good morning is a contradiction of terms [Tagged] Oct 5, 2019 0:48:20 GMT -6
Post by Rogue on Oct 5, 2019 0:48:20 GMT -6
Faint early morning light filtered in to the apprentice den, sparsely illuminating the dim dwelling. A nearly indistinct mass fidgeted near the back of the den, far removed from the overcast dawn's early light. The malleable moss that had once been the form of a nest was scattered and tattered beneath the mass, disturbed by this restless sleeper.
As the sun broke from the bounds of the horizon, the world began to lighten ever so slightly, yet it appeared as if gloomy weather would plague the young day. With the maturation of dawn, the restless figure in the dim den that was beginning to become more recognizable. His ruddy-colored pelt naturally reflected the morning light, revealing a lean, slender figure beneath the short fur. Sleep was difficult for the young tom, for the he was fretting about the day that lie ahead and dwelling on the past days that burdened him.
Why was I assigned to be her apprentice? What did I ever do to deserve this fate? How come I keep getting stuck with bad mentors? Despairing questions tormented the sullen tom all night after Thievingstar reassigned him to a new mentor, Flowerbite, since his previous mentor, Wildstrike, was deemed too neglectful of a mentor towards his training. All night, he ruminated over the situation, attempting to discover answers to his questions and resolve his uncertainties. I guess I haven't really trained under Flowerbite yet, but I just know it's going to be a failure. Yeah, yeah, she's supposed to be a formidable warrior, but that doesn't mean she can teach me. We're just different. I'm fierce, cunning, and tactful. I mean, so is she, if she lives up to her reputation, but I just don't think we'll get along. We're too different.
This difference that unnerves him is his premonition that Flowerbite is going to be like the rest of the characters in his life: a she-cat. Not just a she-cat, but another overbearing she-cat like his mother, Cedarflame, or another overcompensating she-cat like his older sister, Foxshade, or just another body in his life like the rest of the she-cats in his large family. If only Wildstrike worked out! He was a tom that I might've liked. Yeah, he was too chatty, flirty, and apathetic of a cat for my liking; he was practically the antitheses of everything I am, but he was a he! I wasn't named after the greatest, strongest, most powerful warrior in all of the forest just to turn out like a sissy! I am Adderpaw, son of Adderstrike!
These were some of Adderpaw's last thoughts before he finally drifted into a restless sleep the night before. However, he had been up most of the night trying to strategize how he would approach his new mentor and what first impression he desired to display to her. Adderpaw was a cat that attempted to strategize every move in his life, but his schemes was often in vain during social situations. In being damned to be awkward, his social strategies were supplanted by his conversational blunders. Alas, he feared that he may put his foot in his mouth during his introduction to his mentor. However, he planned for this possibility and prepared to compensate for his social gracelessness by showing Flowerbite his self-taught skills that he believed to be world class.
I probably won't have the show off my skills tomorrow anyways, he thought to himself the night before in preparation for what lies in store for tomorrow, because Flowerbite will probably just want to do some little stroll in the forest anyways like I was just another baby she'd want to coddle. I'll never turn out like my mighty father with training, or lack of training, like that! I guess I'll just have to keep up my independent training regime after all.
As visibility in the apprentice den improved from the dawn light, the ruddy apprentice continued to squirm in his dreamless sleep. All the pacing and rumination the night before had made him exhausted. Adderpaw valued sleep, yet he found it hard to achieve sleep for his guilty conscience and brooding speculations often kept him up. However, the events the night before had added an extra element of anxiety to his busy thoughts. May Starclan grant him the energy for the ironical good morning ahead.
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