The kit Spectermask brought back to camp is an apprentice now, the little shadow now sharing a den with her finder's student. Eeriepaw - not to the fault of Caterpillarpaw - had thought he'd be moved out by the time the splotchy kid had earned her name, but still he sleeps under the smaller, ever-cramped bramble bush.
Soon, he hopes he'll get to depart the apprentice den. He isn't sure he can handle sharing a den with Frostbite's litter, with the star-pelted Halfshade's second. Forestshade's kits - and even Starlingheart's, some days - were too much of a nuisance as is.
But Caterpillarpaw - he feels like has has some sort of duty to watch over his mentor's discovery, the Little Bug, as Spectermask calls her. Though a duty he's admittedly neglected, perhaps this is why he still holds an apprentice name: to keep watch of the blind child. To keep her out of trouble, or something. He wouldn't put it past Spectermask, really.
The spindle tom lays outside of the bramble bush, a moment of rest from his day of hunting. His gaze watches the camp, dark orbs gliding toward the entrance at the emergence of a patrol. The little shadow stands among them, and Eeriepaw lifts his head. Large ears twitch. Siltcloud is her mentor, a cat barely older than himself, but even looking past how young the cinnamon tabby is, Eeriepaw thinks it's an odd pairing. Had he become a warrior on time - the void-furred tom wonders - would he have been put in charge of Catterpillarpaw instead?
"Caterpillar --" Eeriepaw calls for the young apprentice's attention. He might as well check on her, for Spectermask's sake.
Soon, he hopes he'll get to depart the apprentice den. He isn't sure he can handle sharing a den with Frostbite's litter, with the star-pelted Halfshade's second. Forestshade's kits - and even Starlingheart's, some days - were too much of a nuisance as is.
But Caterpillarpaw - he feels like has has some sort of duty to watch over his mentor's discovery, the Little Bug, as Spectermask calls her. Though a duty he's admittedly neglected, perhaps this is why he still holds an apprentice name: to keep watch of the blind child. To keep her out of trouble, or something. He wouldn't put it past Spectermask, really.
The spindle tom lays outside of the bramble bush, a moment of rest from his day of hunting. His gaze watches the camp, dark orbs gliding toward the entrance at the emergence of a patrol. The little shadow stands among them, and Eeriepaw lifts his head. Large ears twitch. Siltcloud is her mentor, a cat barely older than himself, but even looking past how young the cinnamon tabby is, Eeriepaw thinks it's an odd pairing. Had he become a warrior on time - the void-furred tom wonders - would he have been put in charge of Catterpillarpaw instead?
"Caterpillar --" Eeriepaw calls for the young apprentice's attention. He might as well check on her, for Spectermask's sake.
// @CATERPILLARPAW.
