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Post by Amberglow on Apr 13, 2011 17:24:27 GMT -6
.:: t h a t ' s w h a t i c a l l e n t e r t a i n m e n t ::.
The amber coloured she-cat made her way swiftly and quietly into her new den. Finally she was out of the nursery, and into the larger apprentice's den. Now that was convenient. You see the green eyed she-cat had been longing to leave those mewling kits and get a move on with being an apprentice, for she longed to run free and learn to fight. . . Better, that is.
And so, the slender cat made her way to her nest, and sat down, awaiting her mentor to return, and perhaps chat with a few of the others. But then again, if they didn't want to, it was fine with her.
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Post by Windswirl on Apr 16, 2011 23:31:16 GMT -6
Here a calico apprentice came into the den,Swirlpaw,right after hunting with Horridthing,another one of those warriors.Now Swirlpaw knew her time of being a warrior would come soon,hopefully soon but it seemed forever;faw away to reach.Either way she would have to enjoy being an apprentice but not for long.Her two friends Runningfeet and Frozenstream that recently became warriors,she will join.
Padding inside the den she notices someone hoping to see the other apprentices,she notices someone,a cat yet unflamilair.Okay,she knew it was another new apprentice and with that a friendly greeting should be taken place. "Hi!'' Swirlpaw spoke in a kind way,looking at the amber she cat,''New apprentice I assume?" She purrs,''Welcome,I'm Swirlpaw.''The calico cat meowed. |
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Post by Amberglow on Apr 16, 2011 23:38:35 GMT -6
.:: t h a t ' s w h a t i c a l l e n t e r t a i n m e n t ::.
And withing those few minutes, the pretty green eyed apprentice was already confronted by an older apprentice.
A tortoiseshell.
Pretty soon to becoming a warrior at that.
Lucky thing.
Oh how the amber she-cat envied warriors. Just at the fact that they could be solitude and not questioned because of it.
A glorious thing, indeed
"Amber" Replied the amber coloured she-cat, leaving out the 'paw' as she so naturally did.
It was natural for the she-cat to not exactly. . . Socialize. But good lord was it better in this den then it was with all of the rumbling kits, mewling at her heals.
Ugh.
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