tis the season [ashcloud]
Dec 2, 2013 20:03:45 GMT -8
Dec 2, 2013 20:03:45 GMT -8
Leafbare was decidedly not Sootpaw's favorite season. Granted, she'd only been able to experience leaf-fall and greenleaf aside from the current season, but so far, the gangly apprentice was not a fan. The air was frigid and burrowed beneath her coat to nip at her skin, and her breath billowed in front of her muzzle when she exhaled. And for the life of her Sootpaw could not figure out why; nobody else knew either. It was an unknown, a question without an answer. Which drove her right up a tree and down the other side. Her mother thought it hilarious, watching her nosy daughter with fond eyes and a smiling muzzle.
But Stormnose wasn't the only maternal figure in Sootpaw's life. Like most of the younger apprentices and all the kits, she'd grown up with the presence of the crippled queen Ashcloud in the nursery. Some of the others had thought the gray queen weaker for her injury, but Sootpaw had simply been full of questions. How had it happened? Did it hurt still? Why wasn't she a warrior anymore? Did she want to be? Stormnose had dragged her away by the scruff before the last two, asked back to back and in a single breath, could be answered. Still, she swore she'd seen some hint of pain in the older she-cat's eyes. Mother had scolded her afterwards, which only cemented her belief that what she'd seen hadn't been the angle of the light reflecting off of Ashcloud's eyes.
Those two thoughtless questions asked in naive innocence had stuck with her, though, simmering just at the back of her mind. Until her apprentice ceremony. Sootpaw had been so excited, tripping over herself and causing her brother to laugh at her. They had come back to nip at her, ears and nose and paws and tail-tip, when she lay curled up in her new nest in the apprentice den, the sleepless night before forcing her racing mind to cede to the exhaustion of her body. The questions kept her awake while her eyelids sagged and her body began to feel heavy. Would Sootpaw miss being an apprentice if she suffered a similar injury? Would she want to keep being an apprentice even with an injury like that?
Naturally, the answer was of course she would still want to be an apprentice, still want to learn and discover and train. But that was limited by whether or not her body and injury would allow it. Sootpaw didn't think she'd let an injury permanently keep her in camp. She'd train and make herself able to hunt and fight again. Or at least hunt, which was less demanding on a cat's range of movement. That thought firmly in mind, Sootpaw knew that it would have to stew for a while before she knew what her mind really wanted to tell her. If she left the puzzle pieces alone, Sootpaw sometimes found that it would solve itself while she focused on other things.
This time, she focused on fetching a frog for the queen. Sootpaw's mentor was nowhere to be seen at the moment, but the gray she-cat had found that she never got in trouble for not training rigorously if she pitched in around camp. Doing that was so very simple that she didn't understand why her fellows were ever scolded for laziness or idle paws. She plucked a bloated frog from its precarious position perched at the pinnacle of the pile and carried it to the nursery. "Ashcloud? I've brought you something." The words came out muffled, slipping out wherever the frog did not occupy her jaws.
But Stormnose wasn't the only maternal figure in Sootpaw's life. Like most of the younger apprentices and all the kits, she'd grown up with the presence of the crippled queen Ashcloud in the nursery. Some of the others had thought the gray queen weaker for her injury, but Sootpaw had simply been full of questions. How had it happened? Did it hurt still? Why wasn't she a warrior anymore? Did she want to be? Stormnose had dragged her away by the scruff before the last two, asked back to back and in a single breath, could be answered. Still, she swore she'd seen some hint of pain in the older she-cat's eyes. Mother had scolded her afterwards, which only cemented her belief that what she'd seen hadn't been the angle of the light reflecting off of Ashcloud's eyes.
Those two thoughtless questions asked in naive innocence had stuck with her, though, simmering just at the back of her mind. Until her apprentice ceremony. Sootpaw had been so excited, tripping over herself and causing her brother to laugh at her. They had come back to nip at her, ears and nose and paws and tail-tip, when she lay curled up in her new nest in the apprentice den, the sleepless night before forcing her racing mind to cede to the exhaustion of her body. The questions kept her awake while her eyelids sagged and her body began to feel heavy. Would Sootpaw miss being an apprentice if she suffered a similar injury? Would she want to keep being an apprentice even with an injury like that?
Naturally, the answer was of course she would still want to be an apprentice, still want to learn and discover and train. But that was limited by whether or not her body and injury would allow it. Sootpaw didn't think she'd let an injury permanently keep her in camp. She'd train and make herself able to hunt and fight again. Or at least hunt, which was less demanding on a cat's range of movement. That thought firmly in mind, Sootpaw knew that it would have to stew for a while before she knew what her mind really wanted to tell her. If she left the puzzle pieces alone, Sootpaw sometimes found that it would solve itself while she focused on other things.
This time, she focused on fetching a frog for the queen. Sootpaw's mentor was nowhere to be seen at the moment, but the gray she-cat had found that she never got in trouble for not training rigorously if she pitched in around camp. Doing that was so very simple that she didn't understand why her fellows were ever scolded for laziness or idle paws. She plucked a bloated frog from its precarious position perched at the pinnacle of the pile and carried it to the nursery. "Ashcloud? I've brought you something." The words came out muffled, slipping out wherever the frog did not occupy her jaws.
soot burns brain cells → 600 → for ashcloud
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