- Jan 29, 2024
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—————————————————【 riverclan | apprentice | she/her 】————————————————
【◈】Greenleaf felt never ending at this point in the season. The days, despite shortening slowly, had a monotony that made them bleed into each other. Wake up, be uncomfortably warm while doing tasks, cool off in the river, and then rest in the still warm nights. The repetition was maddening.
Turtlepaw wished for change. She longed to finally be a warrior and create that change. Only two more moons by her count. It felt like it could happen any day now, though. Her body was well-muscled from training and hunting, and she was nearly a head taller than her peers of the same age. The apprentice felt awkward around them. Being taller and louder made Turtlepaw stand out, and she didn't like it. As a kit, it was fun to get under feet and make loud noises. The older cats loved it in Turtlepaw's opinion. Now, though, she was much too old to act that way. If she tried that now, she got curses and orders to find something to better to do. It stung, but she knew that was just part of growing older.
Growing older also meant gaining memories. As a kit, she lived in the now and looked to the future. Now, close to graduation, she couldn't help of think if the past. Her paws padded in the soft dirt that lined her home's river in the sunhigh heat. It felt like a lifetime ago she had been carried downstream by a trout, much to Foxtail and Snakeblink's chagrin. She peered over the bank into the cool, clear water to see if she could find another trout to battle again. I think I'd be the one dragging the fish this time, she thought with a chiding tone.
The tabby moved to return to the center of camp and check on the freshkill pile, but paused at the cat staring back at her in the water. Her fur, through watery currents, was a glossy dark color with even darker lines between her ears and ringing her eyes. She had a strong skull with a wide muzzle adorned with a pink slash from a self-inflicted wound on a twoleg cage. That memory puckered in her mind and refused to leave. The watery cat wrinkled her nose and they both giggled at the sight. Her ears seemed finally proportionate to her head. It seemed they would never fit her head just a pawful of moons ago. Two green eyes glittered like sunfish on the surface of water.
A full grown cat. "Who is that?" She asked to herself. She had no answer, really. Something between a laugh and a snort left her then. The sheer absurdity of time and how it seemed to move so fast when she paid attention to it. Shifting ground sounded behind her and she waited to see who's reflection was going to join her in the river.
Turtlepaw wished for change. She longed to finally be a warrior and create that change. Only two more moons by her count. It felt like it could happen any day now, though. Her body was well-muscled from training and hunting, and she was nearly a head taller than her peers of the same age. The apprentice felt awkward around them. Being taller and louder made Turtlepaw stand out, and she didn't like it. As a kit, it was fun to get under feet and make loud noises. The older cats loved it in Turtlepaw's opinion. Now, though, she was much too old to act that way. If she tried that now, she got curses and orders to find something to better to do. It stung, but she knew that was just part of growing older.
Growing older also meant gaining memories. As a kit, she lived in the now and looked to the future. Now, close to graduation, she couldn't help of think if the past. Her paws padded in the soft dirt that lined her home's river in the sunhigh heat. It felt like a lifetime ago she had been carried downstream by a trout, much to Foxtail and Snakeblink's chagrin. She peered over the bank into the cool, clear water to see if she could find another trout to battle again. I think I'd be the one dragging the fish this time, she thought with a chiding tone.
The tabby moved to return to the center of camp and check on the freshkill pile, but paused at the cat staring back at her in the water. Her fur, through watery currents, was a glossy dark color with even darker lines between her ears and ringing her eyes. She had a strong skull with a wide muzzle adorned with a pink slash from a self-inflicted wound on a twoleg cage. That memory puckered in her mind and refused to leave. The watery cat wrinkled her nose and they both giggled at the sight. Her ears seemed finally proportionate to her head. It seemed they would never fit her head just a pawful of moons ago. Two green eyes glittered like sunfish on the surface of water.
A full grown cat. "Who is that?" She asked to herself. She had no answer, really. Something between a laugh and a snort left her then. The sheer absurdity of time and how it seemed to move so fast when she paid attention to it. Shifting ground sounded behind her and she waited to see who's reflection was going to join her in the river.
[penned by muddly].