Post by Ferretpaw on Aug 14, 2018 2:00:14 GMT
The sun was high and warm on Ferretpaw's chocolate fur as she lay in the exposed Windclan camp. She had just gotten back from a tunneling session with her mentor and her mid-length fur was thick with drying mud. She licked and picked at the caked on clumps intently. The apprentice had been out since dawn and was exhausted, but the day was young and she still needed to be presentable.
She didn't have any patrols scheduled for the rest of the day but was hoping that she might get to go out again regardless. Digging may exhaust her limbs but as a young cat loyal to her clan, she always had more energy to put towards providing for her colony.
Ferretpaw thought back on her family. Maybe if there had been enough strong hunters and safe underground quarantine dens.. Her mother, father, and siblings might still be alive. Every cat had to work hard and do their part to make sure that nothing like the illness she had grown up around would ever happen again.
The bicolor molly sighed, blue eyes heavy and focused. So focused in fact that she didn't notice the cat approaching her until they were upon her.
She didn't have any patrols scheduled for the rest of the day but was hoping that she might get to go out again regardless. Digging may exhaust her limbs but as a young cat loyal to her clan, she always had more energy to put towards providing for her colony.
Ferretpaw thought back on her family. Maybe if there had been enough strong hunters and safe underground quarantine dens.. Her mother, father, and siblings might still be alive. Every cat had to work hard and do their part to make sure that nothing like the illness she had grown up around would ever happen again.
The bicolor molly sighed, blue eyes heavy and focused. So focused in fact that she didn't notice the cat approaching her until they were upon her.
