Frozen and Waiting (Isilme)

[Anya]

Isilme

Swallowpaw stood on four shaky paws, white fur fluffed out.
The rocky terrain beneath her paws was frozen cold as a chilly leafbare wind
poked and prodded at the mouth of the cave. Her breath came out in small puffs
and her little shoulder shivered. 

StarClan it’s freezing! 

Even her thick pelt was little help in keeping her warm in
the mountains. Perhaps if she grew a little more her fur would become denser. At
least in new leaf and green leaf she could go for a cool swim. 

Her blue eyes followed the moving clouds across the sky.
Perhaps she would go see Boulderwing or Ferretpaw. 

The wind blew harder.

Or she could stay in camp and avoid fighting the harsh gusts
of cold air.

[Isilme]

Larkpaw climbed the mountain side eargerly to get back to warmth of the camp, a small bird hanging from his mouth from a sucefull hunting of what he was really proud of, his paws found the conforting plain rock ground and his amber eyes scanned the ambient around him as he walked to leave his prey by the fresh kill pile, the young male too in all details including a white she cat that was by the cave entrance shivering with the cold wind, he approached curious and thinking her really stupid to be standing there. "Hello, do you enjoy cold this much?" He asked sitting behind her and wraping his tail around his body.

[Anya]

Swallowpaw turned her head to rest her gaze on an auburn tabby tom. How unusual, he had such pretty eyes. Golden, no hazel...were they rimmed with white? 

"Hello, do you enjoy cold this much?" the tom inquired sitting behind her and wrapping his tail around his body. 

His voice drew her away from his eyes and she blinked a few times in confusion. "Oh? Sorry, no I actually don't like the cold weather at all. I was just contemplating whether I should go find my brother or my mentor...but I think I'll stay in camp. It's awfully windy today." she turned her blue gaze to her chocolate paws. Her ears burned with embarrassment. She wasn't usually at a loss of things to do, she was often busy helping around camp or out hunting -at the least trailing her brother. but today she was at a loss for what she should do.


Then it struck Swallowpaw that she didn't really know him. He was probably an apprentice too. "Um...I'm Swallowpaw." she didn't look up.  

[Isilme]

He raised one eyebrow curious with her reaction. "Well if you are not going after them no point in getting a cold just to proff that you were waiting." The tom meowed but noticed that she hadn't moved from her spot, she cats were so strange. "I'm Larkpaw, nice to meet you." The apprentice meowed tittling his head softly to the side availing the cat ahead of him, she looked very... Soft and cute, perhaps her parents or grandparents had been kittypets? Well, he didn't care. "Instead of doing nothing here, what you think about bringing some moss for the dens with me?" He asked curious to know this she cat better.

[Anya]

The proposal stood and Swallowpaw knew it was best to stay away from the entrance so she turned to face Larkpaw. “Sure, I’ll help you.”

Her blue eyes peered over his shoulders to the pile of moss, they weren’t low on supplies but she had seen it begin to diminish. Perhaps if the wind stopped it would be easier to bare the cold so that she could go collect some more.

Growing up as a kit she was use to the warmth of a twoleg nest and adjusting to the harsh wilderness had proven difficult for her. but she had never the smallest feeling of regret. If their father hadn’t taken them away from their twolegs she would have been separated from her brother –the one cat she could not live without.

“Um, I’ll go grab some moss.” She blinked, clearing her thoughts before padding past him to pick up some bedding.

[Isilme]

His eyes followed her and soon enough his paws did too, as she walked ahead of him the male had some time to ponder, he had never really paid any attention to the other apprentice before and he knew nothing about her, his curiosity was unquiet. "So, you have family here?" He asked attempting to start a conversation, the question was stupid because of course she had to have family in the clan, otherwise she would never be an apprentice... Right? Larkpaw knew some cats that had come from outside the clan and particulary, he didn't had nothing against them unless they did something to cause harm, then he would have plenty of reasons to hate said cat, even then, Swallowpaw didn't looked like a outsider.

[Anya]

The atmosphere hadn't changed, yet Swallowpaw suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She wasn't exactly proud of her background -at least not proud of the stereotypes that came along with it. "Yes, I have a brother; Ferretpaw." she nosed the pile of moss and grabbed a wad before turning to face the other apprentice. "What den are we going to start with?" She asked, her voice slightly muffled.

Swallowpaw caught sight of Ferretpaw in the distance from the cave's entrance. Training with his mentor in such weather?

What if he was blown away? Silly tom.