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Post by SPARROWPAW on Jan 6, 2013 1:39:16 GMT -5
The movements of her denmates had woken her early, which left the orange she-cat to be a little peeved. She'd been assigned to the late patrol the night before and had hoped for a little bit of sleep before having to wake and begin her apprentice duties. Sparrowpaw was never lucky in that sense, however. Each morning, the youngest apprentice in the den, Cherrypaw, always woke and seemed to make all kinds of noise. The young ginger tabby had slunk out of the den a few minutes after the last apprentice left and stood there for a moment, as if wondering what to do next. However, she was actually thinking of ways to make her denmates regret waking her so early.
While she considered her options, she decided to get a bite to eat before doing much else. So, she took a mouse from the freshkill pile and ate it slowly. Sparrowpaw seemed to do most things slowly, especially when she was in deep thought. Some of the warriors whispered that she was very lazy, but those who knew her best - her mentor especially - knew that she was not actually as lazy as she came off. When the mouse was gone, she moved onto her daily tasks. Changing the moss in the Nursery and Elder's den and restocking the freshkill pile. Easy enough tasks for the rambunctious apprentice.
Which Sparrowpaw was the opposite of. Taking her sweet time to do her tasks, the she-cat finally finished up and then headed to go hunting. Something she almost preferred to do alone, if she could. Her mentor had spent a lot of time teaching the young apprentice the proper ways to hunt, and she had taken each lesson very seriously, wanting to perfect the art.
Setting off at an easy pace, the orange cat made her way through the trees of the forest until she was far enough away from camp to start looking for meals. There was a light powdery covering of snow on the ground, which seemed to mask the prey's scent a little. Everything smelled of leafbare. Deadness. Her green hues moved over the underbrush carefully as her ears worked to listen very closely. It wasn't too long before she heard a rather strange sound, something very un-forest-like. Her brow furrowed as she relaxed and looked around curiously. What could it be?
As lazy as the she-cat seemed, when her curiosity caught hold, there was almost no stopping her from venturing into trouble. And it almost always was trouble she got into. When she was much younger, she had curiously made her way out of the camp, all because she'd caught a scent she'd found most interesting. Her mother had gone ballistic. Now, Sparrowpaw moved slowly toward the source of the sound, her ears perked. The sound came again, this time a bit louder. This caused the she-cat to flinch a little, but it still didn't stop her. Were her brother there, he might have tried to change her mind, but he wasn't. So, she pressed on without doing a lot of thinking. Soon, she found herself in front of the Twoleg nest on the territory.
Lifting her pink nose, she gave a sniff. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but she still proceeded with caution, wanting to know what the source of the sound could possibly be. It was not a monster of any size, she understood that, but it seemed so strange - and the Twolegs weren't even there during leafbare. Soon, she was close enough to the nest to smell the stench of the dwellers, though it was very faint. But still, she found no scent of whatever had caused the noise.
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