Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 3, 2007 23:52:26 GMT -5
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Dim light had been spraying into her den for a few minutes now, but she had lazily neglected to listen to nature's call, instead simply thinking about the duty she had for this morning. Pepperpaw's to be made a warrior today... She couldn't help, but let a smile of fondness slip past her lips as she remembered the day the kit had first arrived to WindClan. Timid and shy, she had been sure the young cat would do well in her clan and so she had proven. It was better sooner than later to do this, so she spent a couple more minutes grooming her fur neatly to go before her clan. When she was ready she padded swiftly out of her den, seeing more and more cats stirring as the light became more persistent and bright.
A yowling cry left the tortoiseshell's throat as she jumped to the middle of their camp, calling for her clan to come and circle around her. Her back arched and her tail fluffed out against the early morning coldness that crept beneath her fur, but she didn't dwell on that fact. She had been pondering names all last night and some more this morning, she was pretty sure she had finally settled on one. Warrior ceremony! Come along, WindClan!
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Prettypelt wandered unstably out of the warrior's den. She squinted as the sun hit her eyes uncaringly, using it to slightly warm her muscles as she stretched. It was still far too early in the morning for it to be anything close to warm, but she didn't mind all too much. She was used to the cold, windy lands of her home, the only thing she disliked about it was that they did not have as much water as a clan like RiverClan. Her thoughts were broken when she heard her leader call out again, finishing her stretch and padding forward to meow a greeting to the older she-cat. Which apprentice shall it be, Rosestar?
Her amber eyes sparkled their usual shine as she sat down, half-way expecting a reply, but getting none. Rosestar simply nodded her notice of Prettypelt and continued to wait for the rest of the clan.
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The small, golden bengal apprentice bounced away from the prey pile where she had been about to grab a succulent-looking mouse. When she saw her leader leave her den and stride forward with a look of interest she had stopped and stared, her suspicions confirmed when Rosestar let out her usual yowl to call the cats of her clan. She reached the small group quickly, rubbing against her mother's forelegs lovingly before sitting down beside her with a cheerful smile. A warrior ceremony? Who is it, mama? Could be any of the apprentices...maybe even me.
She grinned cheekily at her last comment, but Prettypelt shook her head, swiping her tongue over her daughter's ear. No, Whitepaw. You've still much training to do.
Then you and daddy should be taking me out more! All the other warriors ignore me. She complained. She despised having joint training now, she would have to start bugging warriors now if she was ever to be taken out.
Hush. Where's your brother?
Ionno. She shrugged.
