Post by Storm on Jan 8, 2023 2:20:26 GMT -6
It felt almost odd, to have an apprentice again. It had been long enough since Spruceshade’s last that he was not used to teaching anymore. Which he had realized, fairly quickly into giving Kitepaw the tour of Thistleclan’s territory. He had thought to show her the bog, and perhaps the cliffs overlooking the lake. Surely she hadn’t ever seen them before, being so young. But he hadn’t counted on the young cat being curious and asking him about – well, everything else. By the time they’d returned to camp later in the day he had been almost tongue tied from talking.
Yawning and rising from his nest, he bumbled out of his den and stopped to stretch the night’s rest from his limbs. Admittedly, he was not very close with all of his extended family. He was a reclusive cat by nature and thanks to Yewthorn there were so many relatives within the clan, he sometimes lost track. So when he’d first been granted Kitepaw as an apprentice, it had taken him a few heartbeats to remember that she was his niece. Made even more difficult by her much more distinctive dark fur, quite different from the pale bodies and pointed limbs he was used to. A credit to her though, he thought. She’ll have no problem in the forest’s shade. And barely need any mud.
He was pleased to see her already awake, crouching outside of the apprentice’s den. Quite petite she was as well. Even her face and muzzle were small. He’d have to make sure she learned the best way to fight for her size.
“Good morning,” he greeted her quietly, for the camp was not yet all awake. “Are you ready for your first hunt?”
Yawning and rising from his nest, he bumbled out of his den and stopped to stretch the night’s rest from his limbs. Admittedly, he was not very close with all of his extended family. He was a reclusive cat by nature and thanks to Yewthorn there were so many relatives within the clan, he sometimes lost track. So when he’d first been granted Kitepaw as an apprentice, it had taken him a few heartbeats to remember that she was his niece. Made even more difficult by her much more distinctive dark fur, quite different from the pale bodies and pointed limbs he was used to. A credit to her though, he thought. She’ll have no problem in the forest’s shade. And barely need any mud.
He was pleased to see her already awake, crouching outside of the apprentice’s den. Quite petite she was as well. Even her face and muzzle were small. He’d have to make sure she learned the best way to fight for her size.
“Good morning,” he greeted her quietly, for the camp was not yet all awake. “Are you ready for your first hunt?”
