Username: Oceanfosh
Cat Name: Troutpaw (Troutscream)
Clan: Cats of the Whispering WoodRank: Apprentice
x[Apprenticed to Blackfoot]Gender: Male
Age: 2.3 Seasons (7 moons)
Prompt: xxxxxTroutpaw groaned, shifting his paws placed over his muzzle, as he was prodded in the side.
xxxxx"Wake up," A voice growled. Troutpaw opened his eyes slightly to see a black figure standing above him; It was Blackfoot, the clan's deputy and his mentor. The camp was still dimly lit, implying that the sun had not yet fully risen.
xxxxx"It's not even day yet," The apprentice complained. "Why do I have to get up?"
xxxxx"You should be ready to work at any time," Blackfoot told him.
xxxxx"In the middle of the night?" Troutpaw rolled over onto his stomach, looking at his mentor upside-down.
xxxxx"It's not the middle of the night," the deputy growled.
xxxxx"Then what is it?"
xxxxx"It's day, actually. The sun's past dawn."
Troutpaw flipped back onto his belly and leaped to his paws.
xxxxx"What?" He exclaimed. "But it's so dark!"
Blackfoot ignored him. "We're going outside to practice hunting."
xxxxxApprentice followed mentor across the camp. The twoleg den was always warmer than outside, and cats were scattered across it. Troutpaw spotted Swiftstar grooming herself, and Emberflight talking quietly to his apprentice, Sawyerpaw.
xxxxx"Are we going to train with Sawyerpaw today?" He asked, watching the only other apprentice listen to his mentor attentively. Blackfoot twitched his tail and shook his head.
xxxxx"No. We have better things to do than listen to those two chatter on like starlings."
Troutpaw dipped his head and reluctantly followed the deputy across the rest of the camp and out the cat door. He blinked with surprise.
xxxxxThe normally green field cut off by trees that usually stretched out in front of him beyond the patio screen was replaced by a glittering white. He had to look up at the gray sky to avoid the stinging his eyes experienced immediately. The clouds reminded the apprentice of when it was just about to rain.
xxxxx"What's that?" He asked. Blackfoot, who'd reached the end of the patio and was pushing through the second cat door, spoke too quietly for Troutpaw to hear. His apprentice bounded up to the door and asked again.
xxxxx"What did you say?"
xxxxx"Snow," Blackfoot said simply. Troutpaw had never seen snow before, yet he'd heard the older cats talking about it. Tentatively he slunk through the cat door and stuck a paw down on the white sheet of 'snow'.
xxxxxHe yelped when icy cold ran up his arm. With a sharp jerk he pulled it back, then slowly placed it on the snow again. This time he knew what to expect, and so he leaped out of the cat door and charged after his mentor, trying not to wince at the stinging he felt on his pads. He questioned Blackfoot on the strange white material, and the deputy answered plainly. That was when a fleck of white fell from the sky and landed on Troutpaw's head. He screeched, reeling back and looking around wildly.
xxxxx"What was that? I want to go inside!"
xxxxx"It's just snow," Blackfoot hissed.
xxxxx"Inside! Please!" He charged back toward camp.