Post by Kestrelpaw on Feb 8, 2016 23:58:47 GMT -6
Birchpaw trotted into the nursery, her amber gaze quickly adjusting to the dim lighting that she had grown up in. It had felt strange to be the first kitten in her litter to be apprenticed, and while she loved training with her father she still missed the nursery, her mother, and defiantly her siblings. Which was a strange thing, she guessed, since a lot of the older apprentices liked to complain about the "annoying younger kits".
The tabby-and-white apprentice's head turned as she caught a familiar scent--one she carried herself, and one she knew signified that the kitten she was now looking at was kin. Birchpaw grinned and got into the hunters crouch she had been practicing. The she-cat creeped forward, not perfect but well enough that she was fairly sure the kitten she was stalking didn't notice her. Her ears twitched as she drew about a fox-length away, and then suddenly she leaped forward--landing next to the other she-kit. "Boo!" Birchpaw mewed, giggling as she stared at her sister with a goofy grin on her face.
