Post by dylan on Dec 19, 2014 2:54:48 GMT
Brindlepaw
Brindlepaw was distracted for a few moments when she heard the leader talking. She was saying a bunch of words, but half of them were confusing and the little she-cat’s mind was already distracted again. But she did hear something about apprentices doing something or another. She was an apprentice! Maybe Branchpaw heard and would explain it to her if she needed to.
Her light brown fur was matted, yes, but that was due to her playing with the kits in the nursery just yesterday (and skipping out on her bath that morning), so the thorns in her fur were not as deep as they could have been if she had been groomed earlier. Some of the thorns had stopped before reaching her skin and there were just a few that had breached her skin. Wait, her sister said to stay still. She froze on the spot, she knew how to be still, daddy had taught her that very well. When the thorn was yanked from her pelt, the tiny apprentice let out a mewl of distress. That didn’t feel good! She was about to run to the other side of camp, but then she felt the soothing rasp of Branchpaw’s tongue. That, along with the reassuring words that she was there, lead Brindlepaw to sit back down and brace herself for another. The good thing about Brindlepaw is that her mind only remembered things for a short time, so when Branchpaw didn’t answer her questions about their brother or even comment any more on it, she completely forgot what she was thinking just a few moments prior.
The thorn pulling was interrupted by a new scent and Brindlepaw turned to the new scent. It was one she was very familiar with, and one she had actually not seen in more than new sunrises (which was a new record for her). She put on a big grin as she saw Swanheart and stood up as tall as she could, not even coming close to her sister’s size (she was at this point about half of the size of Branchpaw). The thorns were long forgotten as she saw the she-cat. This was probably the only other cat (outside of her siblings) that she would even consider talking to. ”Hi!” Now, this was one word she could say in full.
Brindlepaw was distracted for a few moments when she heard the leader talking. She was saying a bunch of words, but half of them were confusing and the little she-cat’s mind was already distracted again. But she did hear something about apprentices doing something or another. She was an apprentice! Maybe Branchpaw heard and would explain it to her if she needed to.
Her light brown fur was matted, yes, but that was due to her playing with the kits in the nursery just yesterday (and skipping out on her bath that morning), so the thorns in her fur were not as deep as they could have been if she had been groomed earlier. Some of the thorns had stopped before reaching her skin and there were just a few that had breached her skin. Wait, her sister said to stay still. She froze on the spot, she knew how to be still, daddy had taught her that very well. When the thorn was yanked from her pelt, the tiny apprentice let out a mewl of distress. That didn’t feel good! She was about to run to the other side of camp, but then she felt the soothing rasp of Branchpaw’s tongue. That, along with the reassuring words that she was there, lead Brindlepaw to sit back down and brace herself for another. The good thing about Brindlepaw is that her mind only remembered things for a short time, so when Branchpaw didn’t answer her questions about their brother or even comment any more on it, she completely forgot what she was thinking just a few moments prior.
The thorn pulling was interrupted by a new scent and Brindlepaw turned to the new scent. It was one she was very familiar with, and one she had actually not seen in more than new sunrises (which was a new record for her). She put on a big grin as she saw Swanheart and stood up as tall as she could, not even coming close to her sister’s size (she was at this point about half of the size of Branchpaw). The thorns were long forgotten as she saw the she-cat. This was probably the only other cat (outside of her siblings) that she would even consider talking to. ”Hi!” Now, this was one word she could say in full.
