Post by Dyzzie on Aug 25, 2015 7:53:33 GMT -5
Emberpaw . . . . The name felt on, as the young tom stared at his reflection trying to piece together if the name really fit him. Or at least, if it really fit him like Emberkit had. He figured it was just a small change in the last syllable, plus how was he to argue if it was decided he was ready to join the other apprentices. but it didn't help the small feline feel any more ready. Just the change of name felt foreign to him. And the apprentice den seemed so dark and cold and unrelenting . . . He already missed the security of the nursery - where everything was just so.
He doubted that it would remain so foreign - if he only gave it a chance, but the young tom was always a bit different from the others. He was too feminine. Too delicate. To . . . . too much like a she-cat. He scoffed at the though, flicking his tail as he twisted his nose to the air . . . he tried hard not to let any other's judgement upset him. He liked who he was . . . Sure, he wasn't the brave knight . . . but he didn't care. He was feminine, and delicate, and shy and kind . . . With a snappy attitude to defend himself with. He flicked his tail lightly as he turned from the water, his ears flicking down lightly in dismay at the rapid thoughts cycling his brain.
He needed to get the thoughts to calm. With a sigh, he began to move away from the main portion of camp, his steps light and airy - graceful even. He was more than a little feminine. It wasn't hard to see why some cats had mistaken him for a little she-kit when he was younger. The ginger tom just had that way about him. He took a soft breath as he looked around, trying to find someone to talk to, to be a little social - he liked being social after all . . . . Even if the new change in becoming an apprentice was a bit daunting.
He doubted that it would remain so foreign - if he only gave it a chance, but the young tom was always a bit different from the others. He was too feminine. Too delicate. To . . . . too much like a she-cat. He scoffed at the though, flicking his tail as he twisted his nose to the air . . . he tried hard not to let any other's judgement upset him. He liked who he was . . . Sure, he wasn't the brave knight . . . but he didn't care. He was feminine, and delicate, and shy and kind . . . With a snappy attitude to defend himself with. He flicked his tail lightly as he turned from the water, his ears flicking down lightly in dismay at the rapid thoughts cycling his brain.
He needed to get the thoughts to calm. With a sigh, he began to move away from the main portion of camp, his steps light and airy - graceful even. He was more than a little feminine. It wasn't hard to see why some cats had mistaken him for a little she-kit when he was younger. The ginger tom just had that way about him. He took a soft breath as he looked around, trying to find someone to talk to, to be a little social - he liked being social after all . . . . Even if the new change in becoming an apprentice was a bit daunting.