floating butterflies -- elk//hollow

[Hemlockfang]

" hemlockfang "

We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.

White, freshly groomed fur fluttered in the light breeze that floated through the Riverclan camp upon this particular morning. The sun had just kissed the sky with a pinkish streaked indigo hue, bringing with it the earliest of the morning bird's songs. Hemlockfang sat near the camp entrance with her tail curled around her paws, the tips of any fur that happened to stroke the ground getting stained with a dusty brownness that would have made most want to groom themselves to the point of stripping their own fur away from their flesh. The white she-cat had long since realized that there was no point in frantically grooming every time that dust touched her pristine white pelt. Sometimes, she cursed the easily dirtied pelt that she possessed, but more often than not, the Riverclan she-cat simply didn't care unless it was her daily grooming time.

If she did, she'd drive herself positively insane.

The she-cat, upon this particular morning, she was waiting for her young apprentice, Elkpaw, to join her at the camp entrance, so that they could make their way to the butterfly meadows. Today would be a battle training session, that the white warrior would use in order to figure out what her apprentice knew in their short time, and figure out what they needed to work on, and where she wanted to start with the new set of battle moves, and defensive tactics. "Elkpaw, come on. Time's getting eaten away by the sun!" Hemlockfang murmured to herself, debating whether or not she wanted to go prod the young, timid apprentice in the side until he woke up. Her own frustration slowly began to float up, ever so slowly, increasing by a fraction of a degree at each new shade of the sky.


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@elkshadow

Sometimes you can barely tell the difference between darkness and light.

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The sunlight filtering through the cracks of the den made the large lump in his nest flinch at the brightness that assaulted him even behind closed eyelids. The dark tortie laid a paw over his eyes to block out the annoying light from fully waking him. He didn't have to wake up did he? Why couldn't he sleep in some more? His foggy mind did not allow Elkpaw to process that today he did have a place to be. And he was already late meeting up with his new mentor for first day of training. But, when that thought did finally penetrate in his thick skull the large apprentice was up on his paws like a rocket. Fur bristling in panic as he scrambled around the nests; nearly tripping a few times with his clumsy paws as he stumbled out of the den.

"Mouse dung! I'm late oh Starclan I'm late!" he whined under his breath as he looked around the clearing.

His new mentor was sitting by the entrance of camp. Elkpaw recognized Hemlockfang from their first official meeting at his apprentice ceremony not too long ago. He didn't know much about her seeing as Elkpaw tended to try and sink into the shadows to avoid confrontation. He just hoped the warrior was nice and not mean like the other apprentices were. He's had enough of the taunting and teasing and just the general mocking of his weak personality. But Elkpaw knew all that. He knew he wasn't the most outgoing or the most stand fasting apprentice or cat in Riverclan. Heck even the kits have more backbone then him. But if there was one thing Elkpaw knew about himself for certain was his determination to being a great warrior just like his father. Idolizing him growing up Elkpaw didn't want to disappoint him. Hopefully he'll learn to be strong.

The larger dark apprentice bounded across the clearing; bypassing the fresh kill. He didn't have time to eat. He halted in front of the white she-cat and looked down at his paws with a hunched over position; a habit of trying to make himself seem small and unimportant to pay attention too.

"S-Sorry I'm late Hemlockfang." he mumbled quite let. "I-I forgot training started today and I slept in a bit late. I'm sorry." the disheveled tom mumbled; he hadn't stopped long enough to eat let alone groom himself so his fur was slightly ruffled from sleep and with his downcast eyes and ears lying flat on his head he looked like a homeless kitten.

Hemlockfang