Post by Dyzzie on Sept 25, 2015 10:50:05 GMT -5
The sun had yet to rise, darkness still cloaked the land as the majority of the cats in the clan seemed to be sleeping, waiting for the first crack of daylight to rouse them into action. This, however, was not the case for Cherrypaw. The lean, long limbed and rapidly growing kitten was anything but asleep. In fact, she was filled with energy, her tail flicking this way and that, her ears twitching with unkept excitement. A need to explore, to see the world, to experience life . . . . She was filled with a vibrancy not normally seen on the Ashera Cat. but could one blame her? The switch in her name had been like a breath of air after she'd been drowning in her own misery for so long. The moment she became Cherrypaw instead of Facekit, it was like her world had cleared, and for the first time in her life, the young kitten was excited to see what she might become. No longer was she the nameless kitten who's own mother had no desire to care for her. No longer was she the kit who suffered from neglect and abandonment. No, now she was Cherrypaw, and a small vow was made to herself - that this time she'd take it upon herself to prove she was more than she had been. She'd earn the change in her name, the chance to rewrite her story, and she'd become something better. And maybe, somewhere along the way - she would earn her mother's affection. Maybe, just maybe.
The apprentice couldn't sit still any longer, and finally she was moving away from her nest, her long legs carefully carrying her through the sleeping bodies of her fellow apprentices. The Ashera kitten moved with an ease that came from her breeding. So much wild cat blood ran through her veins, true wild-cats, many of her ancestors being more than a feral version of a house cat. And it showed in her build. Long legs. Lean body. Even her height was something that mirrored through her Eastern Hemisphere heritage of an African Serval and Asian Leopard Cat. Just a touch of domestic breed added in to keep her from being too wild. And she was beginning to grow into that height. Already, the signs of what she would excel at showed: hunting, jumping, climbing. She'd be an agile cat who would be able to hunt and jump about with ease - a high stamina that would make her an excellent companion on any hunting patrol, but her lean size, and thin limbs wouldn't help her too much in fighting.
but, first she'd have to get through her apprenticeship. She sat down outside of the apprentice den, her gaze locked onto the warrior den, her paws prancing in the ground as the sun started to finally rise, filling the camp with light. She was eager, eager for the start of her first day of training, to begin to prove what she had to herself - and to the clan. She just had to wait for her mentor to wake up now . . . All the while, her fidgeting continued, her energy and excitement not once faltering.
Isilme
The apprentice couldn't sit still any longer, and finally she was moving away from her nest, her long legs carefully carrying her through the sleeping bodies of her fellow apprentices. The Ashera kitten moved with an ease that came from her breeding. So much wild cat blood ran through her veins, true wild-cats, many of her ancestors being more than a feral version of a house cat. And it showed in her build. Long legs. Lean body. Even her height was something that mirrored through her Eastern Hemisphere heritage of an African Serval and Asian Leopard Cat. Just a touch of domestic breed added in to keep her from being too wild. And she was beginning to grow into that height. Already, the signs of what she would excel at showed: hunting, jumping, climbing. She'd be an agile cat who would be able to hunt and jump about with ease - a high stamina that would make her an excellent companion on any hunting patrol, but her lean size, and thin limbs wouldn't help her too much in fighting.
but, first she'd have to get through her apprenticeship. She sat down outside of the apprentice den, her gaze locked onto the warrior den, her paws prancing in the ground as the sun started to finally rise, filling the camp with light. She was eager, eager for the start of her first day of training, to begin to prove what she had to herself - and to the clan. She just had to wait for her mentor to wake up now . . . All the while, her fidgeting continued, her energy and excitement not once faltering.
Isilme
