Post by Dyzzie on Aug 24, 2015 8:19:55 GMT -5
Flower was keeping to herself. She knew she probably shouldn't, she knew it probably looked suspicious, or made her look unapproachable, or something else on that negative spoke of the wheel . . . . but she couldn't help it. Sunstar and her mother had both given her a warm welcome, and she was even being allowed to show Sunstar she had what it took (plus a few patrols to let her familiarize herself with the territory) to become a warrior during the next set of ceremonies. She really didn't even have to do the awkward apprenticing at a super old age thing . . . but she still felt a little out of her element. She'd spent a large portion of her life out beyond the reach of the clans, struggling to survive in locations where no cat had ever gone before . . . . With only her father to guide her. The story of their feat was beginning to spread, she as a new apprentice being swept away by a river - her father chasing after her. Both traveling farther than any cat had likely gone before as the river ran course - before finally . . . the two had woken up - washed up on new territory. From there it had been a many-mooned struggle to get home. A many, many mooned struggle. She'd been 7 moons when she left. And now that she had returned, she was almost 20 moons old.
The lilac, gray and ivory female sighed as she curled her tail around herself, the lighter coloration of her tail standing out slightly with cream tones, and gray tabby stripes. She might look alone, as she kept to herself, but she struck a pretty image too. Her tortie pelt was unusual - with it's purple and gray toned fur. Her tail had cream rings from where the lilac fur had diluted more on her tail than anywhere else, and a darker gray and lilac hued tabby markings criss-crossed over her diluted pelt. And from there, it was a white muzzle, belly and chest that finished the package - plus vibrant green eyes that she had inherited from her father. The short haired female had also received her 'shimmery' pelt from her father too, as her pelt tended to shimmer when the light hit it thanks to the Russian Blue blood in her veins that gave her silver tipped fur. All in all, she was a pretty (although small and delicate) female.
but she felt like such an outcast. How can one - especially with as peculiar a pelt as hers (she was partially purple after all!) not stand out among the cats that had all grown up together, remembered each other. The new apprentices probably only saw her as a stranger . . . an outsider. And all the others may or may not remember the 7 moon old kit she was before . . . . Fewer probably only knew her because of her story. No, the young Flower was self conscious indeed . . . and she was keeping to herself. Sunstar might have welcomed her . . . but would the other cats . . . the other apprentices, warriors, elders, queens . . . . ? Would they welcome her too?
The lilac, gray and ivory female sighed as she curled her tail around herself, the lighter coloration of her tail standing out slightly with cream tones, and gray tabby stripes. She might look alone, as she kept to herself, but she struck a pretty image too. Her tortie pelt was unusual - with it's purple and gray toned fur. Her tail had cream rings from where the lilac fur had diluted more on her tail than anywhere else, and a darker gray and lilac hued tabby markings criss-crossed over her diluted pelt. And from there, it was a white muzzle, belly and chest that finished the package - plus vibrant green eyes that she had inherited from her father. The short haired female had also received her 'shimmery' pelt from her father too, as her pelt tended to shimmer when the light hit it thanks to the Russian Blue blood in her veins that gave her silver tipped fur. All in all, she was a pretty (although small and delicate) female.
but she felt like such an outcast. How can one - especially with as peculiar a pelt as hers (she was partially purple after all!) not stand out among the cats that had all grown up together, remembered each other. The new apprentices probably only saw her as a stranger . . . an outsider. And all the others may or may not remember the 7 moon old kit she was before . . . . Fewer probably only knew her because of her story. No, the young Flower was self conscious indeed . . . and she was keeping to herself. Sunstar might have welcomed her . . . but would the other cats . . . the other apprentices, warriors, elders, queens . . . . ? Would they welcome her too?
