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Post by Magnoliafrost on Sept 1, 2014 15:08:44 GMT -6
the only thing an idiot like me can do
is keep moving forward. Raggedpaw stood just outside the apprentices' den, his paws prickling with anxiety. What would his denmates be like? Would they welcome him warmly or coldly dismiss him? One of his goals as an apprentice was to make new friends, but that was a lot easier said than done. Well, here goes nothing.
Taking a light step inside, he peeked his lightly cream-patched head in. Amber eyes blinked curiously and he walked over to a cold and empty nest.
"Huh. There's not even anyone in here!" he grumbled and plopped down onto the mossy floor. |
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Post by Littleflower on Sept 2, 2014 23:26:59 GMT -6
She was a pretty she-cat, the unique tiny she-cat, her fur, it was black, spiky out in all angles, orange stripes stretched across her back in a tabby-like pattern. She padded to the front of the apprentice den, she was moving her old moss and replacing it was bright green freshly picked moss from the forest, rather than just taken from the Medicine Cat's den. I was now one of the older apprentices, since my brother, Crypticwolf became a warrior, I realized I needed to catch up and perhaps take my place as the new, oldest apprentice. I glanced to my paws and sighed, I wished Thunderflash would take me training again soon.
A sudden fragrance filled the den, pheromones, the smell of a new cat. I looked up, my nest now was located in the middle of the other circles of bracken and moss. A figure slipped through the entrance and I perked my dark ears, my bi-colored orbs flickered to look up. A new apprentice. "Welcome!" I greeted, my one purple and one green set of eyes were large and welcoming. In a way, Littlepaw was friendless, she missed having someone to confine it, she hoped that in being polite and thoughtful to the other apprentices, she might just get a friend.
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Post by Floodpaw on Sept 6, 2014 20:22:08 GMT -6
Floodpaw rose her head from her nest, the drifting scent of other apprentices wafting to her sleeping form. It didn't take long for her to assess just what and whom was in the den now. The first was a young apprentice, tom by the sound of his voice, just beginning to deepen and mature now that they were all getting to be adults. She cracked open her eye, realizing her pelt matched quite well with the moss as he stated how no one was in here. He was a white tom, small and she guessed he had recently been apprenticed.
The second was someone new to both the white tom and herself. This one was also a she-cat, and an oddly colored one at that. She was a strong mixture of blacks and ambers that made her think of tigers. Not only was her pelt strange, but her eyes. They were two different colors and she couldn't help but be slightly attracted to the oddness of them. She spoke a loud greeting to him.
This was when Flood rose to her own paws and decided to show both of them that there was in fact another occupant.
Floodpaw was a bluish grey she-cat with brown tabby marks that traveled all around her body, tracing up her spine and down her tail. Her eyes were not quite grey and not quite blue. It could almost be described as that color your eyes went when you died. That cloudy expression cats got when they no longer could hold a conscious. She was a lanky cat without much muscle, but she wasn't tiny or skinny. But, boy was she tall.
"Hello." She dipped her head to the two of them followed by a small smirk.
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