βββββ pineclan β’ apprentice β’ molly β’ 9 moons β’tags: crowstrike β’ mentions: koipaw and sneezepaw β’ location: pineclan camp βββββ
leafpaw held her head high, unwilling to let the warrior's sneer unnerve her. "field, as a matter of fact." she said it quickly, making sure to seem confident in her response. trulyβit was a little more complicated than that. she had, in fact, chased the mouse down the banks of the stream, but it had slipped away from her and dashed into the field, where she had finally been able to pounce, the crunch under her claws an incredible satisfaction. so, it was technically a field kill. even if i chased it somewhere else.she puffed out her chest proudly as he took a bite of it. "do you remember your first solo kill?" she cringed, realizing that statement was sort of admission that she had never caught something by herself until this mouse. hopefully, crowstrike wouldn't pick up on that.
she unsheathed her claws and drew a set of lines in the dust below her paws, making two separate rows that crossed and formed a checkered pattern. it was something her sister had taught her how to do when she was young. even now, if she saw a pattern of crossed claw marks in the dirt, she knew her sister had been there. it was like their own secret communication system. leafpaw had always loved it. her eyes darted around the camp, looking for her sisterβnowhere to be seen. a few cats stood in groups and alone, here and there. but no one who interested her, besides crowstrike. out of the corner of her eye, she noticed two of her fellow apprentices, koipaw and sneezepaw, racing to the fresh kill pile. it looked...fun. she scowled at herself for thinking that. apprentices were silly; young, naive cats. she understood that. hanging out with warriors was a surefire way to avoid immaturity. even if immaturity seemed occasionally enjoyable. it wasn't like cats her age even liked her, anyhow. maybe she seemed aloof sometimes, but it was only because it was painfully clear that she was not a popular cat. that's what she told herself, when she lay in her nest, hearing the other apprentices talk while she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. it can't be my fault for not talking to them. it's their fault for not talking to me. she frowned at the thought.
she unsheathed her claws and drew a set of lines in the dust below her paws, making two separate rows that crossed and formed a checkered pattern. it was something her sister had taught her how to do when she was young. even now, if she saw a pattern of crossed claw marks in the dirt, she knew her sister had been there. it was like their own secret communication system. leafpaw had always loved it. her eyes darted around the camp, looking for her sisterβnowhere to be seen. a few cats stood in groups and alone, here and there. but no one who interested her, besides crowstrike. out of the corner of her eye, she noticed two of her fellow apprentices, koipaw and sneezepaw, racing to the fresh kill pile. it looked...fun. she scowled at herself for thinking that. apprentices were silly; young, naive cats. she understood that. hanging out with warriors was a surefire way to avoid immaturity. even if immaturity seemed occasionally enjoyable. it wasn't like cats her age even liked her, anyhow. maybe she seemed aloof sometimes, but it was only because it was painfully clear that she was not a popular cat. that's what she told herself, when she lay in her nest, hearing the other apprentices talk while she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. it can't be my fault for not talking to them. it's their fault for not talking to me. she frowned at the thought.
