Post by brookofriverstream on Jul 28, 2012 0:53:34 GMT -6
OOC: I don't care if you are mean or harsh. Anything is fine.
Brookpaw snuck into the apprentice den. She had been out in the woods talking to a few other cats. She brushed up against a few other apprentices while trying to get to her nest at the back at the den. She had tried being proud, happy, strong, everything. But nothing worked. So now Brookpaw either slept out side the den or she slunk in trying to keep out of site. Now her ragged pelt and skinny bones just slipped through the entrance and tried to go and stay out of everyones way. She still had the raven smell on her from lunch. And maybe the scent of Swiftpaw and Hornetpaw. She tried not to step on anybody but ended up trodding on someone's foot. She found her nest and layed down. She was the oddball, the outcast, the one nobody liked. Her white pelt that used to be sleek was now raggy and needed a grooming. Her glowing ice blue eyes ,and almost everybody think she was blind. She couldn't wait to get to the warriors den. Maybe she would go visit fot a while. Or ask to sleep there while she groomed her pelt. 'Nah, Its probably better too see the medicine cats about my weight problem.' she thought. She sat down and tried to lick a few knots out of her fur. Being successful she had made her white pelt a little brighter. She walked out of the way of the playing apprentices and did her hunters crouch to creep her way out of the apprentice den. Tripping and tumbling over a few cat she shot them sorry glances and ran out of the den. She decided that laying outside the den was better than inside. "Doesn't anybody like the white cats?" she asked herself. She shook her head and continued to groom herself a bit more. She was waiting for her friends, if she had any, too show up and help her catch a few more peices of prey for the elders and senior warriors.
Brookpaw snuck into the apprentice den. She had been out in the woods talking to a few other cats. She brushed up against a few other apprentices while trying to get to her nest at the back at the den. She had tried being proud, happy, strong, everything. But nothing worked. So now Brookpaw either slept out side the den or she slunk in trying to keep out of site. Now her ragged pelt and skinny bones just slipped through the entrance and tried to go and stay out of everyones way. She still had the raven smell on her from lunch. And maybe the scent of Swiftpaw and Hornetpaw. She tried not to step on anybody but ended up trodding on someone's foot. She found her nest and layed down. She was the oddball, the outcast, the one nobody liked. Her white pelt that used to be sleek was now raggy and needed a grooming. Her glowing ice blue eyes ,and almost everybody think she was blind. She couldn't wait to get to the warriors den. Maybe she would go visit fot a while. Or ask to sleep there while she groomed her pelt. 'Nah, Its probably better too see the medicine cats about my weight problem.' she thought. She sat down and tried to lick a few knots out of her fur. Being successful she had made her white pelt a little brighter. She walked out of the way of the playing apprentices and did her hunters crouch to creep her way out of the apprentice den. Tripping and tumbling over a few cat she shot them sorry glances and ran out of the den. She decided that laying outside the den was better than inside. "Doesn't anybody like the white cats?" she asked herself. She shook her head and continued to groom herself a bit more. She was waiting for her friends, if she had any, too show up and help her catch a few more peices of prey for the elders and senior warriors.