- Feb 9, 2023
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Cottonkit's existence within the Clan isn't necessarily a silent one. Whilst the first moon or so of her life was largely left to the soft, feather-bound nest her mother made for her and her siblings, the lingering weeks in the in between were filled with each kitten growing into their paws. Even now, just breaching her second moon breathing on her own, the young kitten ventures closer towards the center of camp and further from the safety of her bedding. It's become easier since her steps are steadier - though all the same, the lingering snow and slush are still difficult to trudge through.
Regardless, she perseveres, a goal settled on her mind. She's met plenty of the apprentices - Smokepaw, her mother's loyal and dutiful apprentice, Firepaw, a loud rowdy one in the distance (though Cottonkit knows she hushes her voice when she and her siblings sleep,) and Icepaw, who seems to aid in little tasks but hardly lingers. There's also Snailpaw, and Rainpaw, and Sparkpaw, and Dazzlepaw, and - (she halts her own thoughts in trying to list each and every apprentice by name, if only because she knows she's more apt to forget them in the effort.) Cottonkit's had a grand idea, though unsure if it's all her own or one planted by another, and she sets forth with her tail held high. Regardless of who it is, she needs their input.
"Hey!" Cottonkit barks towards a small gathering of apprentices. Despite her listing them mentally moments prior, she takes no time in trying to decipher them now. She must focus, lest her thoughts run from her and she forgets all she's come this way for. "What do you guys do?" she pitches after. It'll only be a month until she's an apprentice, herself. The plush kitten hopes to be a tunneler (the caverns and caves just look so intriguing, though she's never entered them) but any path will do. At the end of the day, she simply wants to be prepared for her mentor - whoever that poor soul ends up being.
Regardless, she perseveres, a goal settled on her mind. She's met plenty of the apprentices - Smokepaw, her mother's loyal and dutiful apprentice, Firepaw, a loud rowdy one in the distance (though Cottonkit knows she hushes her voice when she and her siblings sleep,) and Icepaw, who seems to aid in little tasks but hardly lingers. There's also Snailpaw, and Rainpaw, and Sparkpaw, and Dazzlepaw, and - (she halts her own thoughts in trying to list each and every apprentice by name, if only because she knows she's more apt to forget them in the effort.) Cottonkit's had a grand idea, though unsure if it's all her own or one planted by another, and she sets forth with her tail held high. Regardless of who it is, she needs their input.
"Hey!" Cottonkit barks towards a small gathering of apprentices. Despite her listing them mentally moments prior, she takes no time in trying to decipher them now. She must focus, lest her thoughts run from her and she forgets all she's come this way for. "What do you guys do?" she pitches after. It'll only be a month until she's an apprentice, herself. The plush kitten hopes to be a tunneler (the caverns and caves just look so intriguing, though she's never entered them) but any path will do. At the end of the day, she simply wants to be prepared for her mentor - whoever that poor soul ends up being.