Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2018 0:24:15 GMT
THERE IS A THIN LINE
between what is good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable
Early morning sunshine pooled into FireClan camp, sending splashes of pale yellow light over the empty clearing. In the dens, cats were beginning to shit within their nests to start another day of patrolling and hunting, but one, in particular, had already risen and was standing in a patch of sunlight, copper eyes glinting as they swept thoughtfully over the clearing.
I’ve waited long enough. His eyes darted briefly towards the sky. Dawn had long since passed, and he’d let Whitepaw sleep for quite long enough. It was time to wake her so they could begin their training.
Rising to his paws, Jaythorn strode towards the apprentice den and ducked down to peer inside.
Nests filled with the outstretched shapes of snoring apprentices were scattered throughout the hollow, some empty, others brimming with fluffed pelts and twitching forms. He blinked and scanned over them until they settled on a black-and-white pelt towards the far end of the den. Instantly he recognized who it belonged to. Whitepaw. His whiskers twitched as he studied her. She was older than the others, and there was an air about her that showed she was more than comfortable in her own skin. It was the sort of resolve any mentor could’ve asked for in their apprentice, and he desperately hoped it would carry over into their actual training session.
Craning his neck, he called her, trying and failing not to wake the other apprentices. “Whitepaw. Whitepaw, it’s time to get up.” A few drowsy glares were sent his way before they were buried beneath paws and tail alike.
Still, Whitepaw did not move.
He shuffled his paws and leaned forward to call again before a head of sleep-flattened fur lifted up and turned to face him with bright green eyes. Thank StarClan. “Meet me in the clearing. We’ll go over everything there,” he mewed, his words coming out short and clipped as they now had a tendency to do.
Flicking his tail, he turned and strode back out into the clearing. By now more cats were awake, and their chatter filled the air as the morning patrols were organized.
He made sure to stay out of their way and sat down near the stone where the leaders conducted their business. As he waited, he tried to think of something interesting for Whitepaw to do, his brow furrowed in thought.
An idea came to him as the she-cat strode from the apprentice den.
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