Post by Kestrelpaw on Feb 9, 2016 1:32:37 GMT -6
Birchpaw trotted lazily out of the apprentice's den, her tabby-and-white pelt sticking out at all angles as she gazed around the camp clearing with sleep-bleary amber eyes. She had slept in today, presumably because Flamepath had deputy duties to take care of and didn't wake her up for training. Not yet ready for breakfast, the apprentice looked around for something to amuse herself with.
Her amber-hued eyes landed on a vaguely familiar kitten. One of her siblings, if she remembered correctly. The tom wasn't too far away. Giggling a bit to herself, she began to copy his movements--wondering when he would notice her.