"Puddlekit, please step forward."
He felt paralyzed. Numb. Shocked. This was it - the day he absolutely dreaded. His heart was throbbing unpleasantly, and his vivid eyes rounded with unease. He knew his ceremony would arrive eventually, but he would have preferred to have had it delayed for perhaps three more moons. I'm not ready for this.
Trembling, doubtfully reluctant, he stepped a single pace forward. Stop shakin'. All the she-cats will think you're a stupid, cowardly mouse-heart. Imperceptibly inhaling, he adjusted his stance, so he looked superior and confident. Yes, that'd make him look strong.
Batting his eyes several times, still unconvinced that he'd be named an apprentice quite soon, he forced his eyes to soften to look cool. He gazed, unusually solemn, into the deputy's eyes.
Puddlepaw.
The name sounded so new, so unknown, yet it just sounded so right. He wasn't a kit anymore, those days were officially finished. He was an apprentice.
But he absolutely despised it.
Roles and responsibilities would roll down at him, overwhelm him, overpower him. He wasn't ready. He was still a kit, or at least he wanted to be.
Skimming the faces of his clanmates, he identified his mentor. Strutting, masking his anxiety, he barely had to extend his neck to meet her nose. He was tall, muscular and large. Perhaps he had an adequate build to become a warrior.
But he didn't have the adequate attitude. Not yet.
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⟡ queen of eternal apprentices ⟡
eXCEPT THE CURSE WAS BROKEN WITH ONE (1) GOOD bOY :D
proud og member of the wcc leg cult
- :.:|| ic news ||:.:
featherpaw's hiding the truth...
smokespirit is settling as a warrior, often found contemplating something...
vixenpaw has been increasingly on-edge...
.:|| Featherpaw ⟡ RC | Smokespirit ⟡ SC | Vixenpaw ⟡ TC ||:.
| 20/80 | 35/90* | 20/80 |
.:|| #292950 | #665f35 | #b02e2e ||:.
*disabled stat reduction; half-blind