ThunderClan Apprentices' Den

[Luminous]

 

Originally Posted by Eucalyptuspaw

Hey! One of my first posts; so I’m up for suggestions and tips. Thanks!!

Eucalyptuspaw; H/H. A light brown Tom with soft green eyes and white paws.

Eucalyptuspaw sighed burying his nose into his paws and curling up deeper into his messy heap of moss. He was so lonely.. he knew he was socially awkward but no cat at all would play with him when he was a kit.. and still had no friends 3 moons into his apprenticeship. He looked around hopefully at the other apprentices talking to one another in the den looking for some cat.. ANY cat, to atleast acknowledge his existence. He wished with all his body, mind and heart that his would have been brother hadn’t died so soon into kithood, and after his popular littermate died of that horrid sickness it seemed no one would talk to him anymore.

Will any cat talk to Eucalyptuspaw? Or maybe he’ll be bullied??…..

Open!!!

Thanks for listening to me embarrassing myself with my horrible writing.. bye!

She/her - 68 moons
Massive brown bengal molly with amber eyes
Mind reader - Ultimate predator

A long shadow was momentarily cast over the inside of the den as the massive warrior entered. She didn't usually go inside this den -- it had not hosted her nest for years now -- and even when searching for her own apprentices she usually just called for them outside. But today she had a reason to step inside, and she dropped a well-wrapped bundle of moss, gathered and composed with the skill of someone who had been doing these kinds of small tasks around camp as long as she could remember. Yes, apprentices were generally expected to bring in fresh moss and look after the up-keep of their nest on their own, but considering that they were not allowed outside alone, she occasionally took some time to go and gather some moss herself and place it here for the convenience of whatever young cat decided to change their bedding.

But something caught her eye. A small, rolled-up bun of light brown and white in the corner. Now, Hawkcatcher had never been the social type. That, to simply walk up to someone and talk to them, was her sister's skill, never hers. But she was a mentor, and to her, it was not only to her assigned apprentices.

The tip of her brown tail reached out to brush against the shoulder of the apprentice as she placed the moss in front of them. "That's hardly how you make a nest." What a warm greeting. But this was her usual way to going about her social interactions, to make them into something practical and tied to a task.