Post by frostwhisker on Nov 9, 2012 19:13:14 GMT -5
[style=width:300px;text-align:justify;]Leaf-fall. It was far from his favourite season. All it meant was that there was less prey and the weather was getting colder. Eventually, they’d be struggling to keep the whole clan going to get through the harsh moons. He didn’t like it, nor would he pretend he did. Some cats were able to wave it away because of the pretty snow or falling leaves. But he had always been a practical cat, which meant he would always judge by prey and health over some nice-looking scene. Pah, the fact anyone could do that had him annoyed. Then again, there were worse things to be optimist about he supposed. Making his way down through the camp entrance behind the rest of the dawn patrol, Frostwhisker glanced around the camp.
He ought to go see his mother. The she-cat was probably bored of sitting around doing nothing by now. It was a clear enough day for a walk too. However, there were more pressing issues. He could probably take her out later. Right at that moment, he had a certain apprentice to drag out. They were due to start doing fighting training more than anything, however, right at that moment he just wanted to make sure her hunting skills were up to par. With the bad seasons coming, the alert, seasoned hunter was what they needed. While fighting skills would be necessary to keep shadowclan where they belonged over the time, it could come later. Not to mention the games were only around the corner.
While he would never say such a thing out loud, part of him wanted an apprentice that was chosen for the games itself. It was a guarantee that the apprentice would do well in life, not to mention there was a bit of respect in it for the cat's mentor too. Trained one well they expected the cat to teach another, they were treated as a fine warrior themselves. While he wasn't an expert like many of the other warriors, he was loyal and knew his stuff. That was all he wanted. Moving toward the apprentices den as the patrol broke off, Frostwhisker sighed, sticking his nose inside.
"Mistpaw," he meowed, voice sharp, loud and demanding attention, nothing out of the ordinary for the tom. "Camp entrance immediately. We have training to do." Pulling back, the tom moved away, making his way to the entrance, sitting down to wait. She shouldn't take too long, he told himself as he sat down, giving his chest a few brief licks.[/style]
He ought to go see his mother. The she-cat was probably bored of sitting around doing nothing by now. It was a clear enough day for a walk too. However, there were more pressing issues. He could probably take her out later. Right at that moment, he had a certain apprentice to drag out. They were due to start doing fighting training more than anything, however, right at that moment he just wanted to make sure her hunting skills were up to par. With the bad seasons coming, the alert, seasoned hunter was what they needed. While fighting skills would be necessary to keep shadowclan where they belonged over the time, it could come later. Not to mention the games were only around the corner.
While he would never say such a thing out loud, part of him wanted an apprentice that was chosen for the games itself. It was a guarantee that the apprentice would do well in life, not to mention there was a bit of respect in it for the cat's mentor too. Trained one well they expected the cat to teach another, they were treated as a fine warrior themselves. While he wasn't an expert like many of the other warriors, he was loyal and knew his stuff. That was all he wanted. Moving toward the apprentices den as the patrol broke off, Frostwhisker sighed, sticking his nose inside.
"Mistpaw," he meowed, voice sharp, loud and demanding attention, nothing out of the ordinary for the tom. "Camp entrance immediately. We have training to do." Pulling back, the tom moved away, making his way to the entrance, sitting down to wait. She shouldn't take too long, he told himself as he sat down, giving his chest a few brief licks.[/style]