Post by Dyzzie on Aug 18, 2015 8:13:25 GMT -5
The apprentice quietly walked out of the den, her tail swishing through the air, her hide gleaming with soft browns as she moved beyond the den to the entrance of the camp. It was a quieter day it seemed, either others out and about to try and keep active to ward of the cold - or hiding in the dens. Personally, Lilypaw wasn't bothered by the cold . . . but she also wasn't bothered by much. She smiled faintly as she looked around for something fun to do, her gaze sharp and eager for some fun. Lilypaw wasn't your normal cat in the clan. She was a beautiful feline, with a smile that could brighten anyone's days . . . had she been raised to be nicer to others. but Lilypaw was also a very manipulative cat, with a drive to get what ever she wanted - a give it to me, and screw the others thought process. She was loyal to the clan though - clan always came first, but she liked causing trouble just as much as she liked helping the clan. It was a precarious and cautious mix. She moved out into the territory, her tail flicking gently through the air, as if to shake off some of the cold, as she decided on doing a little hunting - to see if she'd be able to bring anything back. Do anything at all, really. Quiet days were her least favorite. Everyone was off doing their own little things, and it left the female with next to nothing to do, and the tabby didn't appreciate that one bit. With her head held high, she sniffed the air, breathing deeply to see if she could pick up on any prey close by . . . surely there had to be some- there. What was that? Rabbit? No . . . maybe not. She paused, before going to flush the prey out . . . . perhaps she'd have something scrawny to bring back after all.