Post by Fablie on Jun 2, 2015 12:32:47 GMT -5
[[Carotius, apologies for the quality. I just felt I had to get something posted. ^.^;]]
"Rowanpaw!" Foxpaw's mews were heard around the camp. Where is she? She wasn't out with her mentor -- he'd checked a long time ago. This wasn't fair at all! The ginger apprentice twitched his whiskers in thought, tail waving back and forth behind him. It was evening; the border patrols had just returned. She wasn't in the Apprentices' Den -- and why would she be, at this time of day? -- nor was she hanging out with the elders or the nursery kits. Foxpaw sighed; if he was unable to find his own sister, how could asking around the camp do any good? All the same, the apprentice hesitantly waved over one of the warriors in camp and asked if they'd seen her. He repeated this several times; none of them had. He was already about to go out and look for her himself when one apprentice's answer confirmed to him that she was not within camp. Thanking the apprentice, Foxpaw resigned to go and search for her in the territory.
He'd already hunted for the kits and elders today while he was out with his mentor, but Foxpaw's manner was furtive all the same as he padded towards the freshkill pile and pulled out a stingy, leaf-fall sparrow. It was gone quickly; he hadn't had anything to eat yet that day, and the sparrow was below average in size. With the meal to hold him down, the bulky apprentice strode briskly to the camp's main entrance and began searching.
The birch trees towered over him, but their leaves were all colored the odd shades they get in leaf-fall, dying and beginning to fall; some of the trees were near bare, though others remained laden with red and orange and brown. "Rowanpaw?" he called, his voice scaring away a tiny vole that had been foraging nearby. I'd better be more careful next time, he thought to himself chidingly.
"Rowanpaw!" Foxpaw's mews were heard around the camp. Where is she? She wasn't out with her mentor -- he'd checked a long time ago. This wasn't fair at all! The ginger apprentice twitched his whiskers in thought, tail waving back and forth behind him. It was evening; the border patrols had just returned. She wasn't in the Apprentices' Den -- and why would she be, at this time of day? -- nor was she hanging out with the elders or the nursery kits. Foxpaw sighed; if he was unable to find his own sister, how could asking around the camp do any good? All the same, the apprentice hesitantly waved over one of the warriors in camp and asked if they'd seen her. He repeated this several times; none of them had. He was already about to go out and look for her himself when one apprentice's answer confirmed to him that she was not within camp. Thanking the apprentice, Foxpaw resigned to go and search for her in the territory.
He'd already hunted for the kits and elders today while he was out with his mentor, but Foxpaw's manner was furtive all the same as he padded towards the freshkill pile and pulled out a stingy, leaf-fall sparrow. It was gone quickly; he hadn't had anything to eat yet that day, and the sparrow was below average in size. With the meal to hold him down, the bulky apprentice strode briskly to the camp's main entrance and began searching.
The birch trees towered over him, but their leaves were all colored the odd shades they get in leaf-fall, dying and beginning to fall; some of the trees were near bare, though others remained laden with red and orange and brown. "Rowanpaw?" he called, his voice scaring away a tiny vole that had been foraging nearby. I'd better be more careful next time, he thought to himself chidingly.