Post by tainted on Feb 3, 2012 17:00:19 GMT -5
o w l p a w
; Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth,
Of sun-split clouds -- and done a hundred things. }
It was another day, another moment spent watching the sunrise for the young tom and pondering the previous day's events. He was a dreamer, there was no doubt about that. It certainly annoyed his clanmates to no end. The skyline reflected in his opalescent hazel eyes as they shifted back to the surrounding area, scanning the depths of his home. Cocking his head to one side, his tufted ears swivelled in the direction of the dens, straining to catch any sounds of life. Silence. Most of the cats would either be out on a patrol, or so it seemed. He was very much alone. Before the thought even entered his mind, the attention of the apprentice was snatched away, focusing on the small puffs emanating from his maw, creating miniature clouds in the air. As he was easily pleased, this amused him for a while. And so he frolicked about foolishly, believing there was no other being there to see him tumbling about as kits often do, without a care in the world. Free from the burden of responsibility or his apprentice duties.
Owlpaw eventually flopped down on his belly, without a single graceful movement. Heck, he even managed to incorporate the action of tripping over his own paws. There was no essence of grace in his movements, nor stealth. You could say he blundered about, a little. However, that was the least of his worries. At that moment, he was listening to his stomach repeatedly rumbling. Deep within him lurked the primal urge to stalk, and kill prey. There were two options to consider. Take prey from the pile, or attempt to hunt. The latter seemed more favourable, though he didn't dare to venture outside the camp all on his lonesome. "Maybe I ought to find someone to join me. I wonder if any of the other, er, apprentices are awake." he mumbled to himself, his frosted white tail-tip flicking restlessly. His voice sounded strange in the empty camp, echoing back at him. Unease gripped at his nerves, then he firmly pushed it away. You're not a kit any more, mouse-brain! You need to start acting like a warrior if you're ever going to be one.
; Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth,
Of sun-split clouds -- and done a hundred things. }
It was another day, another moment spent watching the sunrise for the young tom and pondering the previous day's events. He was a dreamer, there was no doubt about that. It certainly annoyed his clanmates to no end. The skyline reflected in his opalescent hazel eyes as they shifted back to the surrounding area, scanning the depths of his home. Cocking his head to one side, his tufted ears swivelled in the direction of the dens, straining to catch any sounds of life. Silence. Most of the cats would either be out on a patrol, or so it seemed. He was very much alone. Before the thought even entered his mind, the attention of the apprentice was snatched away, focusing on the small puffs emanating from his maw, creating miniature clouds in the air. As he was easily pleased, this amused him for a while. And so he frolicked about foolishly, believing there was no other being there to see him tumbling about as kits often do, without a care in the world. Free from the burden of responsibility or his apprentice duties.
Owlpaw eventually flopped down on his belly, without a single graceful movement. Heck, he even managed to incorporate the action of tripping over his own paws. There was no essence of grace in his movements, nor stealth. You could say he blundered about, a little. However, that was the least of his worries. At that moment, he was listening to his stomach repeatedly rumbling. Deep within him lurked the primal urge to stalk, and kill prey. There were two options to consider. Take prey from the pile, or attempt to hunt. The latter seemed more favourable, though he didn't dare to venture outside the camp all on his lonesome. "Maybe I ought to find someone to join me. I wonder if any of the other, er, apprentices are awake." he mumbled to himself, his frosted white tail-tip flicking restlessly. His voice sounded strange in the empty camp, echoing back at him. Unease gripped at his nerves, then he firmly pushed it away. You're not a kit any more, mouse-brain! You need to start acting like a warrior if you're ever going to be one.
