Post by catalysta on Jan 26, 2020 15:50:20 GMT -6
Hawktail marched across the camp clearing towards the apprentices' den with a scowl on her face. It was early, the sun was barely rising in the distance. Her pelt fluffed up against the cold of winter, not nearly thick or long enough to provide her substantial protection. Thankfully, her body had at least gotten used to that over the years to the point that it no longer bothered her too much.
Pushing through the smaller entryway of the den, Hawktail shrugged a clinging bramble off of her shoulder and scoured the den for Thunderpaw. Today, she would assess his abilities as a potential warrior. Mintnose was not included in it, as Hawktail had been assigned to do it. Perhaps because Mintnose was... soft. Her mind flashed back to the fox kits... the smell of vomit and blood on Mintnose's muzzle.
She blinked when she found her victim and jabbed him with her paw. There was a scowl still planted firmly on her reddish-brown face. "Thunderpaw," she commanded loudly, a strict tone in her voice, "wake up, now. Today's the day. Let's go," With that, and not much of a care for prying eyes and ears, Hawktail whirled around and stalked out of the cramped den.
The sharp, cold air outside wasn't much better... but at least the wind had calmed overnight and it seemed the weather would be okay. Only time would tell. Waiting for a few heartbeats, Hawktail made sure that Thunderpaw was following her.
She took the lead, steps quick and quiet against the packed snow. It was several tail-lengths deep and the days had been so cold that it stuck. Hawktail exited the camp and traversed into the ThistleClan forest, not looking or speaking to Thunderpaw until they were a ways out - near the Poisonous Bog. The surface was frozen, perhaps solid enough for a cat to walk out on.
Turning to face Thunderpaw with her whole body, Hawktail eyed him up and down. Dawn light was just barely able to filter through the snow-covered trees, providing a dim light.
"Mintnose believes you are warrior material, Thunderpaw," she began, "but cats like him can be biased for their apprentices, so I'm here to truly determine your readiness. Before we begin... tell me: why do you want to be a warrior of ThistleClan?" she asked, green eyes narrowing as they scanned Thunderpaw's face. Not that there was much choice, of course. Hawktail was simply curious as to what his answer would be.
☆ WISH ☆