- Jun 1, 2023
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At first, Luckykit hadn't even noticed the change in the weather. The wind was something fickle, he had come to learn, and a day or two without gusts knocking him off his paws seemed to be par for the course, frustratingly enough. It was always sure to come back with a vengeance after it let up briefly, and so these past few days of the wind calming down had been met with bated breath and tentative enjoyment that he was sure was shared by his fellow clanmates. By now, he's almost convinced this weather is here to stay, with the sun beating down on his back and a comparatively gentle breeze brushing through his fur, serving as a reminder that though it's calmed down now, it could always pick back up again. Being able to freely move around camp without stumbling or dashing towards the nearest safe haven is a relatively new feeling for Luckykit, and even if it means he no longer has an excuse to hide away in the nursery, he thinks it's a pretty fair trade. Besides, it's about time that he started spending more time out and about and focusing on things that were important - namely, practicing digging. Ever since the demonstration led by Sootstar, he'd gotten the idea into his head that he needed to be better at it, to have more experience before his apprenticeship in order to be on par with the other new apprentices, and so he'd been trying to practice little by little, one hole at a time.
At first, it had only been scattered practice, considering he hadn't wanted the wind to blow his piles of dirt into anyone passing by, but these past days had been almost perfect to do a little digging. Even now Luckykit is situated as near to the gorse wall as he dares, attempting to find somewhere unintrusive and out of the way, both so that he won't disturb any of his clanmates and so that they might not disturb him, either. Methodically, he scoops up pawfuls of dirt, depositing them neatly behind him in a slowly growing pile, remaining ever vigilant for any stray stones that might ruin his day. He's improving a little bit, he thinks, though it's more that he feels a bit better and a bit more confident at the feeling of dirt coating his paws and sticking between his toes. After every practice hole Luckykit digs comes an intense grooming session, trying to remove every bit of dirt that clings to his close-cropped pelt, which is one (among many other) things he's dreading about apprenticeship. He's seen tunnelers, seen them fresh from the tunnels and even having been in camp awhile, and stains cling to them all alike, the earth leaving its mark on them. When he's an apprentice, it seems like there will no longer be any staying clean, his fur doomed to always be streaked with his work, and so he makes sure to relish his remaining days under the sun with a pristine pelt. For now, though, he's content with his stained paws tugging up chunks of the earth, mind at least trying to focus on the task at hand as he quietly expands upon his work.
At first, it had only been scattered practice, considering he hadn't wanted the wind to blow his piles of dirt into anyone passing by, but these past days had been almost perfect to do a little digging. Even now Luckykit is situated as near to the gorse wall as he dares, attempting to find somewhere unintrusive and out of the way, both so that he won't disturb any of his clanmates and so that they might not disturb him, either. Methodically, he scoops up pawfuls of dirt, depositing them neatly behind him in a slowly growing pile, remaining ever vigilant for any stray stones that might ruin his day. He's improving a little bit, he thinks, though it's more that he feels a bit better and a bit more confident at the feeling of dirt coating his paws and sticking between his toes. After every practice hole Luckykit digs comes an intense grooming session, trying to remove every bit of dirt that clings to his close-cropped pelt, which is one (among many other) things he's dreading about apprenticeship. He's seen tunnelers, seen them fresh from the tunnels and even having been in camp awhile, and stains cling to them all alike, the earth leaving its mark on them. When he's an apprentice, it seems like there will no longer be any staying clean, his fur doomed to always be streaked with his work, and so he makes sure to relish his remaining days under the sun with a pristine pelt. For now, though, he's content with his stained paws tugging up chunks of the earth, mind at least trying to focus on the task at hand as he quietly expands upon his work.
[ PENNED BY HIJINKS ]