Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2017 15:46:16 GMT -11
Creekpaw
The gray and white she-cat was almost bouncing on her paws as she trotted away from camp, the early morning sky still dark yet having a faint lighter blue painting the sky. The sun wasn't quite yet peeking on the horizon and a light fog covered Riftclan's city territory, causing her to almost blend into the background as she moved along. The dampness of the fog clung to her short fur, making her have to occasionally shake herself dry, at least to some degree but she tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of the droplets clinging to her fur, twitching her whiskers as the only sign of her visible discomfort. She had to push through it, especially since she was meeting Pebblewish that day for some training today.
Patrols had kept them busy and so had combat training, so to be out of camp was an exciting thing right now. It had only been a few days but the Windclan in her was eager to get moving out in the open, to bring some fresh-kill for her clanmates that day and show Pebblewish how much she was improving. Even though she hadn't really gone on many hunting patrols lately, Creekpaw had been careful to at least practice and keeping her hunting skills sharp. She much preferred combat but she knew hunting was just as important as the likes of fighting. And so far, their combat hadn't been needed, not recently anyway. Everything had been calm when it came to the nearby gang cats and any nearby clans hadn't shown much hostility.
As she moved along though, Creekpaw couldn't help feeling amused, 'I wonder if I'll beat Pebblewish to where we're meeting today.' The young she-cat thought, sometimes knowing she was the one getting to the meeting place last. But with being eager that morning, she could hardly gulp down her prey fast enough before she was charging out of camp. Perhaps, just this once, she would get to their meeting spot before her mentor had even left the warriors den.
The gray and white she-cat was almost bouncing on her paws as she trotted away from camp, the early morning sky still dark yet having a faint lighter blue painting the sky. The sun wasn't quite yet peeking on the horizon and a light fog covered Riftclan's city territory, causing her to almost blend into the background as she moved along. The dampness of the fog clung to her short fur, making her have to occasionally shake herself dry, at least to some degree but she tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of the droplets clinging to her fur, twitching her whiskers as the only sign of her visible discomfort. She had to push through it, especially since she was meeting Pebblewish that day for some training today.
Patrols had kept them busy and so had combat training, so to be out of camp was an exciting thing right now. It had only been a few days but the Windclan in her was eager to get moving out in the open, to bring some fresh-kill for her clanmates that day and show Pebblewish how much she was improving. Even though she hadn't really gone on many hunting patrols lately, Creekpaw had been careful to at least practice and keeping her hunting skills sharp. She much preferred combat but she knew hunting was just as important as the likes of fighting. And so far, their combat hadn't been needed, not recently anyway. Everything had been calm when it came to the nearby gang cats and any nearby clans hadn't shown much hostility.
As she moved along though, Creekpaw couldn't help feeling amused, 'I wonder if I'll beat Pebblewish to where we're meeting today.' The young she-cat thought, sometimes knowing she was the one getting to the meeting place last. But with being eager that morning, she could hardly gulp down her prey fast enough before she was charging out of camp. Perhaps, just this once, she would get to their meeting spot before her mentor had even left the warriors den.
Tags: @echo
Notes: Hope this is alright Echo, not one of my best but I threw something up XD