Post by Dyzzie on Nov 5, 2015 18:27:09 GMT -5
Falcon -- for Squirrelpaw.
Emberpaw practically seemed to at the unfamiliar place he'd come to. He'd come with the rest of the cat's to the gathering -- but the number of individuals surrounding him had made the shy feline search for someplace else to go. Which had led to him wandering away from the others before making his way along the edge of the pond. The orange tabby tom moved quietly, his paws sinking faintly into the sand, and the familiar brush of the water not all that unfamiliar to the stormclan apprentice - although it wasn't the river he was the most familiar with. He walked along slowly, his tail sweeping along the ground softly as if to hide the soft pawprints he left behind in the sand. The black marks on his face, like smudged soot, seemed to darken his features slightly - the only touch of darkness to the fiery feline.
A soft sound caught his attention, causing the young apprentice to jump, tail bristling slightly, before curling towards him, his expression shy, hesitant, his paw raised delicately. Though, the entire way he moved could be described as delicate. He was a smaller tom, more lean and lithe, and the way he moved was a bit more delicate, soft, gentle . . . It was one of the reasons he was sometimes mistaken for a she, especially when he stood down-hill. Not that he was too upset if someone made the mistake, his gentle nature tending to allow him to not bat an eye at much. Which is why he his fur smoothed out, and his tail lowered gently as he caught sight of a small bird hopping through the brush.
A soft, relieved sigh left the feminine tom as he watched it move with a soft gaze, "Just a bird . . . You'd startled me greatly, little friend." He murmured softly, watching as his voice alerted the bird to the feline's presence - it responding by flying up to a tree. Emberpaw smiled faintly, before turning and walking further along the lake, his attention once more on the water, and not on his surroundings.
Emberpaw practically seemed to at the unfamiliar place he'd come to. He'd come with the rest of the cat's to the gathering -- but the number of individuals surrounding him had made the shy feline search for someplace else to go. Which had led to him wandering away from the others before making his way along the edge of the pond. The orange tabby tom moved quietly, his paws sinking faintly into the sand, and the familiar brush of the water not all that unfamiliar to the stormclan apprentice - although it wasn't the river he was the most familiar with. He walked along slowly, his tail sweeping along the ground softly as if to hide the soft pawprints he left behind in the sand. The black marks on his face, like smudged soot, seemed to darken his features slightly - the only touch of darkness to the fiery feline.
A soft sound caught his attention, causing the young apprentice to jump, tail bristling slightly, before curling towards him, his expression shy, hesitant, his paw raised delicately. Though, the entire way he moved could be described as delicate. He was a smaller tom, more lean and lithe, and the way he moved was a bit more delicate, soft, gentle . . . It was one of the reasons he was sometimes mistaken for a she, especially when he stood down-hill. Not that he was too upset if someone made the mistake, his gentle nature tending to allow him to not bat an eye at much. Which is why he his fur smoothed out, and his tail lowered gently as he caught sight of a small bird hopping through the brush.
A soft, relieved sigh left the feminine tom as he watched it move with a soft gaze, "Just a bird . . . You'd startled me greatly, little friend." He murmured softly, watching as his voice alerted the bird to the feline's presence - it responding by flying up to a tree. Emberpaw smiled faintly, before turning and walking further along the lake, his attention once more on the water, and not on his surroundings.