- Dec 12, 2022
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prompt 3, storm wakes up from a dream where she caught the largest rabbit anyone has ever seen...
After about a moon of being an apprentice, Stormpaw had shaken off the homesickness that had ravaged her mind leaving the nursery. She felt like a warrior now—even though she only stood to the shoulders of other cats her age. It was quite the disappointment.
Adjusting had meant that her dreams no longer were empty and dark. Stormpaw began to dream vividly again. With her experiences as a warrior-to-be, most of those dreams involved hunting and fighting. Just this morning, the little apprentice was tracking down a hare. She could feel the forest thrum under her feet and her breathing grew louder as she followed the scent, just like Owlear had told her. She could hear her mentor's voice whispering at her ears and she shivered with anticipation, rounding the brush and there it was! The largest rabbit Stormpaw had ever seen. It was nearly as big as herself!
Digging her hindlegs in, the apprentice pounced and wrestled the great creature to the ground, biting and clawing, and—
Stormpaw woke up, noticing that her nest was partly shredded from her dream-kicking. "Heh," She mewed sheepishly to her nest-mates. "Sorry, sorry," She clumsily stepped over the other sleeping bodies, perhaps stepping on a tail or ear in the process and she was out in the light.
She needed to ask Owlear something. But, impatient as she was, her eyes wide with frantic and joyful curiosity, she approached the nearest poor soul that would hear her questions. "How big can rabbits get? Can they be bigger than cats?"
After about a moon of being an apprentice, Stormpaw had shaken off the homesickness that had ravaged her mind leaving the nursery. She felt like a warrior now—even though she only stood to the shoulders of other cats her age. It was quite the disappointment.
Adjusting had meant that her dreams no longer were empty and dark. Stormpaw began to dream vividly again. With her experiences as a warrior-to-be, most of those dreams involved hunting and fighting. Just this morning, the little apprentice was tracking down a hare. She could feel the forest thrum under her feet and her breathing grew louder as she followed the scent, just like Owlear had told her. She could hear her mentor's voice whispering at her ears and she shivered with anticipation, rounding the brush and there it was! The largest rabbit Stormpaw had ever seen. It was nearly as big as herself!
Digging her hindlegs in, the apprentice pounced and wrestled the great creature to the ground, biting and clawing, and—
Stormpaw woke up, noticing that her nest was partly shredded from her dream-kicking. "Heh," She mewed sheepishly to her nest-mates. "Sorry, sorry," She clumsily stepped over the other sleeping bodies, perhaps stepping on a tail or ear in the process and she was out in the light.
She needed to ask Owlear something. But, impatient as she was, her eyes wide with frantic and joyful curiosity, she approached the nearest poor soul that would hear her questions. "How big can rabbits get? Can they be bigger than cats?"