[wren]

Originally Posted by Dust

[ @Nefarious Sorry it's a bit short ;^; ]

Fur fluffed out against the biting cold of the moor winds, Softkit- no, Softpaw, delicately made his way out of the apprentice's den, a yawn gracing his maw as he blinked against the mid-day sun. You're an apprentice now, not a kit! Despite the warmth radiating from the yellow orb positioned high in the sky, Softpaw still found that he cold. Thankfully some of his fur was keeping him warm, but he couldn't wait for the new-leaf weather to roll in. In the meantime he supposed he'd just keep himself busy. The pale ginger feline took a few more steps away from the den. giving his chest fur a few quick licks. Softpaw was supposed to be meeting his mentor today. It had only been a day since the ceremony and even though his stomach was doing flips and he'd hardly been able to sleep, his paws felt like they would fall off with how much anticipation was coursing through his body. The young cat was able to remember her name, Applewhisker, but he seemed a bit reluctant on what she looked like.Settling himself down onto the ground, Softpaw rasped his tongue on his side, chewing out a knot of fur while he patiently waited.

Applewhisker burst into the clearing her thick orange pelt ruffled and messy from the restless sleep she had. The senior warrior had always struggled with sleep, leaving her often exhausted or even seeing health defects come into play. The orange tabby shook out her coat with a long deep sigh allowing a breath of wind to grace her fur cooling her down. For the first time in a few moons she actually had something to look forward too, not only had she been avoiding in her mate and kin for the longest time but she didn't seem to find the same sparky joy of youth with any of them anymore, the reality of her kits growing up struck her hard. The she cat than stretched ignoring her close to the heart problems and found herself skipping off towards the apprentices den, her eyes searching the crowd of cats outside for softpaw. Admittedly applewhisker hadn't been paying much attention to the ceremony for her apprentice, the whole thing was over in a blurr, to fast for my old mind, She mused. Picking up her pace the tabby approched the den her eyes falling on a particular apprentice who sat outside grooming their fur. "Softpaw?" she said, using it almost as a question rather than statement.