Post by Cartouche_ on Jan 26, 2008 23:42:55 GMT -5
A dim sun cast little light over HailClan. The Sun-burnt stones, normally so warm and colourful, looked oddly dull, and were a little cooler than usual. The vivid tone of the rocks, however, was perhaps shamed even more by the small bundle of fur atop them. Although not sleeping, the young apprentice was curled up at the peak of one of the stones, deep green eyes narrowed. Her fur, bright, red, and hard to miss, blew gently in the cool wind of leaf-bare, yet it didn't seem to bother her.
Tigerpaw's resting position was not merely a result of laziness; nay, it was warranted. Two small, but most certainly dead, mice lay at the base of the rocks, cooling in the air. Although the young she-cat had been an apprentice for a mere moon, she was already hunting with reasonable efficiency- at reasonable intervals, of course. Kit fluff was still evident on the short she-cat's form, and she herself didn't look like much more than a kit. But, in her opinion, Tigerpaw was quite worthy of her apprentice title.
This 'break'- for that's all it was- was something Tigerpaw had promised herself. Goals seemed to work for her. The two mice had taken a good portion of the morning to find, and a small cut on the she-cat's shoulder- already beginning to congeal- proved that she had earned them. A smug expression, however, betrayed her otherwise humble-looking entity. Tigerpaw's square muzzle had only curved into a smile once she reached the Sun-burnt stones, replacing a previous concentrated frown. The apprentice was proud, to say the least.
Last Edit: Jan 28, 2008 0:12:38 GMT -5 by Cartouche_