[Blazing]

As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, the sky was painted the colours of watery blue with flickers of soft white clouds drifting above. The forest was masked with golden sunshine, and it sang songs of life with chirping, singing birds. The wind and breezes swept across the land, caressing the trees and the leaves, ruffling the greenery and the grasses. Rustles of the bushes rang from prey sneaking around for acorns and food. Everything was peaceful and quiet, and usual-

Until the sound of paw steps broke the silence. Two felines appeared from the undergrowth, one larger, one younger, both silent, thinking inside their thoughts. The eyes glinted brightly under the shadows of the leaves, and rays of light beamed through occasional flickers. It was cool within the protection of the forest, and droplets of the morning due lingered upon the grass. While the warrior thought about her past clanmates, both friend and foe, the apprentice was deep in his thoughts on various topics, his orbs glinting thoughtfully as his head was slightly cocked.

His fur was brown, and he was a tabby. Through the occasional strays of light, his fur turned blazing orange, as in a ball of burning fire. His eyes were the warm yellow of the sun, and despite the calmness that stood inside steadily, ripples of excitement could still be seen. After all, he was still one of the young apprentices dreaming of adventures out in the while, winning battles, training, and hunting, proving their worth for their clan.

Before long, his tail twitched ever so slightly, as Fawnsplash started, a light offer to the youngster waiting at the edge of the camp clearing amidst the forest of ThunderClan. The clan was bursting with life with working and frolicking cats. The tom looked up at the sudden molly standing in front of him, and a small, gentle smile appeared on his muzzle. "Good morning, Fawnsplash," he said with a faint dip of his head in respect as he stood up, stretching. It was an aura of maturity that rang off his voice of vibrant emotions, though still rather calm for his age. "Of course," he said delightfully at the thought of training. It excited the apprentice to head out of camp. He could've snuck out, but he didn't feel like it was the right thing. He's still too young to go out all by himself.

Watching as the warrior paddled to the camp entrance, Woodpaw decided not to linger for long; he had no other things to do anyway. Acornpaw wasn't here... probably with Blazepaw again, he thought rather bitterly at the thought of that. The new apprentice so suddenly jumped into their life, and the tom doesn't have a single bit of welcoming for them. Instead, he felt a pang of hostility. Shaking the unnerving feeling that prickled his pelt off of him, he trotted over to his mentor energetically, hoping that some training could shake such thought out of his mind.

After all, he may be wrong... but is he?

(@starry sorry for late reply :') )