- Oct 28, 2022
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// @BARKJAW time to sit this lass down and give her a lesson of life
Adrenaline pumps through her veins as she dashes through the undergrowth, brambles and thistles snagging at her pelt. She doesn't let it bother her, the grin on her face is proof of that. She's known in the clan to be reckless, a troublemaker who wouldn't quite be a rebel, but wouldn't be a top student, either. This, though? This is new. Perhaps the third or fourth time she's crept out of camp in the middle of the night through the dirtplace entrance. With age comes confidence, and she is brimming with the stuff. And for a moment, she believes she's gotten away with it again. A small head is poked through the bramble wall, hazel slits flicking to and fro to make sure no one is looking. The night guard is facing the other way. If she can creep quietly enough, she can make it to the apprentice's den no problem.
A soft snicker is stifled, however, as soon as she hears a rustle of leaves behind her. With a small gasp, she whirls around and expects to find a predator, perhaps one of those dogs from moons ago. But instead, she comes face-to-face with her mentor, who sits casually by the oak tree as if he'd been there all along. "Barkjaw!" The tabby and white girl bristles in surprise, a grimace immediately appeared on her face. "Whaaat are you doing out here?" She drawls awkwardly, stomach already turning in circles.
Adrenaline pumps through her veins as she dashes through the undergrowth, brambles and thistles snagging at her pelt. She doesn't let it bother her, the grin on her face is proof of that. She's known in the clan to be reckless, a troublemaker who wouldn't quite be a rebel, but wouldn't be a top student, either. This, though? This is new. Perhaps the third or fourth time she's crept out of camp in the middle of the night through the dirtplace entrance. With age comes confidence, and she is brimming with the stuff. And for a moment, she believes she's gotten away with it again. A small head is poked through the bramble wall, hazel slits flicking to and fro to make sure no one is looking. The night guard is facing the other way. If she can creep quietly enough, she can make it to the apprentice's den no problem.
A soft snicker is stifled, however, as soon as she hears a rustle of leaves behind her. With a small gasp, she whirls around and expects to find a predator, perhaps one of those dogs from moons ago. But instead, she comes face-to-face with her mentor, who sits casually by the oak tree as if he'd been there all along. "Barkjaw!" The tabby and white girl bristles in surprise, a grimace immediately appeared on her face. "Whaaat are you doing out here?" She drawls awkwardly, stomach already turning in circles.