a day out [private//dappledleaf]

[Burnetpaw]

for Dappledleaf

Burnetpaw peaked his head into the nursery, having to blink his eyes a few times before they got used to the dim lighting. Robinheart had canceled training today for whatever reason, the russet tom was betting that it was because the old man couldn't keep up with his awesomeness. Probably. Or maybe the older tom was getting ready for Burnetpaw's final assessment, if the young tom remembered correctly the evaluation would be coming up soon. The scent of a familiar she-cat snapped the apprentice from his thoughts. "Um," the usually confident tom open his mouth, only it close it quickly, the soft words that escaped him barley louder than a whisper. He had always been rather good at approaching others, he certainly had no problem addressing strangers if it meant it would get him some attention, yet when it came to cats he respected the tom had a habit of drawing a blank on words. Come on!, he thought to himself, tempted to roll his eyes at his own faltering, you're Burnetpaw! The Burnetpaw! You shouldn't get so worked up over talking to your mother, nodding in determination, the russet apprentice called out again, this time his voice was restored to it's usual confidence, "Mom!"

[Dappledleaf]

Dappledleaf had been cleaning out her nest, along with most of the others when she heard a mumble sound behind her. "Hmm?" she asked, turning around curiously. A moment later the apprentice seemed taken up with determination and finally greeted her. This familiar scent... she knew it immediately.

"Burnetpaw?" She placed the moss gingerly on the nursery floor, hidden from where the kits would tear it up in an attempt to play a game and then headed in the direction of the young tom. "My, how you've grown!" she exclaimed. Was he near his ceremony? "How have you been? Do you like being an apprentice? Are you excited to become a warrior?" She knew she was bombarding him with questions, but it wasn't often that her kits came to visit her. It was kind of like a birthday gift.

[Burnetpaw]

Burnetpaw's head raised as his mother recognized him, and a bit of his usual was returned to his mindset. He stepped closer to the she-cat, eyes widening for a moment as he noted how much smaller she had gotten. Or, well, how much smaller she had gotten in comparison to him, that is. The queen herself had not shrunk since he last saw her; at least the apprentice did not think so. "Really?" the apprentice mewed proudly, rolling his shoulders back and standing up straighter head held high. His small, stubby tail twitched in glee at his mother's praise. "I've been doing pretty awesome, as usual. Although the cold's been a little annoying; nothing I can't handle though," he mewed, fluffing up in pelt slightly for emphasis. It was a pity he had been born with such a short pelt, but at least it had made his immune system stronger. "Being an apprentice is, well, it's better than being a kit I guess. I'm looking forward to my warrior ceremony though, being told what to do all the time it a little annoying. Plus, I'm pretty sure my mentor likes to get me up early just too mess with me," the russet tom rolled his eyes, knowing that's exactly what his mentor did. Yet, despite the annoyance his tone hold a glimmer of amusement glowed in Burnetpaw's amber eyes. He had actually warmed up to Robinheart, however much he hated to admit it. "How about you, how have you been?" the tom asked, an unusual display of concern showing, however nonchalant he had tried to be. He hadn't visited his mother since his apprenticeship, and for some reason it made him feel guilty; an emotion he didn't experience much and wasn't quite sure how to deal with. He figured spending time with Dappledleaf would be a good way of getting rid of the unpleasant emotion, and besides it wasn't like spending time with his mother was something the apprentice didn't want to do. After all, he had always had a bit of a soft spot when it came to family. Not that he would admit this aloud.

[Dappledleaf]

( i wish i had that much energy and time to post so much cx. whoops, forgot to say happy 2016! )

She smiled, chuckling lightly at the young tom. He sure was an upbeat cat, that was for sure. There wasn't anything bad about that at all. In fact, she liked that. She used to be like that when she was a kit. Thinking back to it was really nice for some reason. She couldn't exactly pinpoint why. His emphasis against the cold was amusing. Unfortunately, it was her fault he'd been born with a shorter pelt.

Her eyes widened, surprise apparent. "You're almost a warrior?" she asked, dumbfounded. Looking him over, she thouht again. Would he be her first kit to become a warrior? She wasn't sure, actually. "Have any names in mind?" Burnet was indeed an interesting prefix for a kitten, and hadn't been used as far as she could remember.

"Oh, I've been busy, but that's only normal now," she meowed, flicking her tail, then letting it wrap around her, falling onto her small paws. "Other than kits and training, pretty uneventful..." (She got attacked by a hawk in a thread, but I can't just add that in, so...)

"Excited to train appprentices?" When the time came, of course.