[Charmer]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

@Celestial
[Might be a bit short. I'm not that good at starter posts ^^']




@Charmer

A young Abyssinian padded into the camp, a blackbird hanging limply from her jaws. Her yellow hues were narrowed and piercing, focused on the ground. Cats noticed her glare as she padded forward and moved out of her way as she walked towards the fresh kill pile. Two kits that were playing in front of the fresh kill pile didn’t seem to notice the approaching apprentice. Caracalpaw darkened her stare even more and cleared her throat upon reaching the last two cats who stood between her and the fresh kill pile. They finally noticed her when her shadow fell upon then and they immediately ran away with high pitched squeals. Caracalpaw had loomed over the two kits, obviously scaring them.
The she-cat was one of the older apprentices now and it wouldn’t be long before she became a warrior. Her mentor had even said in their last training session that after a few more sessions, she would assess her skills. Although she hadn’t smiled on the outside, Caracalpaw was secretly very pleased. She was excited to be a warrior. She couldn’t wait to have her own way and boss the younger cats around. She was even excited by the thought of training an apprentice, although she doubted that Blazingstar would give her an apprentice when she was just a young warrior. But despite that, she was pleased with her efforts and excited for the day that she passed her warrior assessment and achieved her warrior name. It wasn’t just that, but she was excited to leave all her memories of apprenticehood behind her. There were lots of things that she would like to forget about but with her current rank, she found it hard to forget. But she did want to change and she wanted to be the way she had been before.

Caracalpaw deposited her kill at the fresh kill pile before grabbing a much smaller piece of prey. With the mouse clutched tightly in her jaws, she moved away and found a spot to sit. It was on top of a large rock that was flat enough at the top that two cats could fit with enough personal space. Bunching her muscles, she hopped up before circling and sitting down. In a few moments, the mouse was gone. A pile of bones and entrails were all that remained of the animal.
The russet furred she-cat lay down on the rock and positioned herself so that the sun hit her back and quickly warmed it. She curled in close to herself and tucked her tail beneath her nose so she become a small circle of fur. She looked as if though she were asleep. The only sign she gave that she wasn’t really sleeping was her yellow hues, which were blankly staring straight ahead.

Thistledown was still waking up, his eyes bleary from sleep as he made his way into the clearing. Ever since he had received his warrior name, his days seemed much less eventful. He still had to do the same amount of work, but now that he wasn't waking up early to train with Ambercloud, he had settled into a routine of going on afternoon hunting patrols and evening border patrols. It fit him nicely. He was not a morning cat. The young tom smacked his dry lips, as he blindly snatched the first item off the well-stocked freshkill pile he could reach. A blackbird. It was no rabbit, but it would do. With eyes half-lidded he shuffled over to his favorite sunning spot. The gray tom had his whole day laid out: he'd fill his belly, hunt, go with the afternoon border patrol, then the evening, have another meal, bed, and do the whole thing again tomorrow. It may not have been an exciting life, but it was on his terms and he liked that. He knew it wouldn't always be this simple. Though he was still too new to the warrior's den to expect to be given an apprentice anytime soon, he knew it was only a matter of time. Thistledown was so absorbed in his thoughts that when he reached his favorite sunning spot, he almost tripped over the cat already occupying the beam. The small warrior stared at the intruder, his amber eyes flicking nervously back and forth. He knew the shecat was an apprentice since she was big enough to be a warrior but he hadn't seen her in the warriors den. He supposed that meant he outranked her, technically. Could he tell her to move? Would that work? He set the blackbird gingerly on the ground and stared at the shecat, standing awkwardly for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. "Um. Hi?" It was the best he could do.