Post by muddyfoot on Nov 21, 2021 1:42:48 GMT -5
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Muddyfoot had always been large, and tough, and scary, this was known. But Muddyfoot had also learned to be patient, and empathetic, and kind. He'd always been told that he was to offset his intimidating nature through gentleness, a virtue he sometimes still struggled with, but that he more often than not was able to keep up in his day-to-day life. Muscle offset by a calming words, scars hidden with a smile, an extra vole to the nursery and an extra couple of poppy seeds snuck into the elder den to tend to their joints. So he didn't push Littlepaw, or demand movement, he simply sat as the little molly sussed out her feelings herself. He'd surely been more excited when his apprenticeship was announced. He'd bounced around his father like a frog on catmint, asking all manner of incessant and obvious questions that would have bene answered if he had just waited a stars-damned moment. He'd been ecstatic to learn from his father, to defend their clan, to make their ancestors proud. He didn't see much of that in his little pink apprentice, and he couldn't quite say he blamed her. It was obvious, to him at least, that she hadn't exactly received the support and preparation a kit needs to prepare for apprenticeship, and it had left her nervous, mute, and half-shaking beside the huge warrior as finally she stood, nodding. Muddyfoot returned the nod and her smile, rising to his feet and gesturing with his tail for her to follow. It was truly a beautiful day, the waning moments of summer bathing the two cats with their sunny rays as he led them through the trees, prey scurrying around in the bushes catching the warriors ears and eyes. He let them be for now, the voles and rabbits and mice lucky enough to survive another day as he had something far more important to take care of. Occasionally he glanced to the side to his apprentice, making sure she was still there and throwing out a reassuring grin. "It's pretty out today, isn't it?" Of course, such a thing would be beneath notice in a regular patrol, but this was Littlepaws first foray outside of the camp, and he intended for it to be a positive experience. So he noted the leaved, the colorful bugs, the beautiful songs of the birds as they trawled through the woods towards the hill. "Our territory truly is beautiful." |
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Post by .·:·.☽✧Spiritstar✧☾.·:·. on Nov 23, 2021 22:46:40 GMT -5
There was still fear upon the churning waters of her expression as they made their way into the territories. The poor little apprentice even hesitated a few moments, as Muddyfoot’s paws moved. But as his tail started to disappear into the brush, a brief panic washed over her form and Littlepaw shot after her mentor, not wanting to lose sight of him. Not if they were going out there. If she lost sight of him out there, she’d surely get lost, and could even be stuck out there during the night. Now that was the real terrifying thought. It pushed paws forward as she caught up to the scarred warrior, sticking close to his side with a bit of a shake as the trees closed around them.
Littlepaw’s eyes squeezed shut for a few moments, simply stumbling alongside her mentor, trying to block the bombardment of smells, sounds, and sights from her mind. It was a lot for a new, timid apprentice who had never set foot outside camp. It was only when the sound of Muddyfoot’s voice rang in her ears did the small she-cat timidly open her optics to the world once more. She looked first up at him, registering his words. It took her another full second, to finally gulp and look around at the woods.
And then, she saw nature’s beauty for the first time.
Apple green eyes widened like saucers when she saw what laid out before her very form. Leaves dancing in the gentle breeze. Birds calling to each other, giving the foliage a song to dance to. A bright, gorgeous blue sky, dotted with clouds here and there, accenting the gentle blues high, high above Littlepaw. It was a world she had never seen, a world that was beautiful, big, and a world that Muddyfoot was helping her see. Her fur even puffed out, to show the amount of emotion coursing through her at that very moment in time.
And it was then that the warrior saw her first smile. Big and bright and hopeful, and it was clear that Littlepaw was feeling something she had never felt before.
Happiness.
Littlepaw’s eyes squeezed shut for a few moments, simply stumbling alongside her mentor, trying to block the bombardment of smells, sounds, and sights from her mind. It was a lot for a new, timid apprentice who had never set foot outside camp. It was only when the sound of Muddyfoot’s voice rang in her ears did the small she-cat timidly open her optics to the world once more. She looked first up at him, registering his words. It took her another full second, to finally gulp and look around at the woods.
And then, she saw nature’s beauty for the first time.
Apple green eyes widened like saucers when she saw what laid out before her very form. Leaves dancing in the gentle breeze. Birds calling to each other, giving the foliage a song to dance to. A bright, gorgeous blue sky, dotted with clouds here and there, accenting the gentle blues high, high above Littlepaw. It was a world she had never seen, a world that was beautiful, big, and a world that Muddyfoot was helping her see. Her fur even puffed out, to show the amount of emotion coursing through her at that very moment in time.
And it was then that the warrior saw her first smile. Big and bright and hopeful, and it was clear that Littlepaw was feeling something she had never felt before.
Happiness.
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