Post by Skypaw on Mar 4, 2016 17:57:25 GMT -6
Red-orange pelt flitting amongst the rocks. Russet against a sea of enless grey. Green orbs darting curiously from sight to sight, never maintains position. It was not often that the young apprentice strayed from camp alone, despite her independent nature. It was hardly proper for a daughter if such a high held deputy to be disobeying rules by wandering the territory unaccompanied at such a youthful age. Yet Skypaw was not in the mood for hanging around the camp when she was just as alone as she is now. Not that she minded. No, the peace and quiet was a pleasant occurrence, and even allowed a slight smile to caress the younglings features.
Her paws seemed to be carrying her almost with certainty, like she had a destination, yet held little idea as to where or what exactly it was. However, she was happy to follow this strangely set path so long as it didn't lead to a border, or back to camp. And so, she continued to weave amongst the rocky terrain, orbs peering up at the sky to see a circling bird of prey above Iceclan's mountainous territory. She wondered briefly what it had spotted, before claiming in her mind that surely it did not matter. At least, not to her.
By the time her paws stopped, Skypaw found herself not far from an old badger set. Pink nose twitching, the young feline approached warily and hinged her jaws open to pass the scent over her glands. Stale. So stale even, that she hardly recognised the scent. Eyelids fluttering curiously, and whiskers twitching with anticipation, she padded down the tunnel that led to the den, releasing a comforted sigh as she sat down and lay with her paws tucked under her in turn. Clearly the badger had been chased out, as none would leave such a lovely and cosy den at will. However, Skypaw was glad the creature had left, as this would now be hers.
Her paws seemed to be carrying her almost with certainty, like she had a destination, yet held little idea as to where or what exactly it was. However, she was happy to follow this strangely set path so long as it didn't lead to a border, or back to camp. And so, she continued to weave amongst the rocky terrain, orbs peering up at the sky to see a circling bird of prey above Iceclan's mountainous territory. She wondered briefly what it had spotted, before claiming in her mind that surely it did not matter. At least, not to her.
By the time her paws stopped, Skypaw found herself not far from an old badger set. Pink nose twitching, the young feline approached warily and hinged her jaws open to pass the scent over her glands. Stale. So stale even, that she hardly recognised the scent. Eyelids fluttering curiously, and whiskers twitching with anticipation, she padded down the tunnel that led to the den, releasing a comforted sigh as she sat down and lay with her paws tucked under her in turn. Clearly the badger had been chased out, as none would leave such a lovely and cosy den at will. However, Skypaw was glad the creature had left, as this would now be hers.
