Post by gemini on Jun 24, 2022 21:30:49 GMT -6
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"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
Cariboupaw
Apprentice of CoyoteClan
Apprentice of CoyoteClan
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
Profound golden-yellow oculars envisioned the privilege of being a warrior, considering his apprenticeship felt significantly restraining. His visage was the color of fresh blooms smooched by the sunshine, the hue that pledged to revive vitality from stagnant roots. The budding plants are conducted upward by daybreak before flourishing into the vibrant colors of a new season. Cariboupaw imagined that being entitled as a warrior indicated more freedom. Little did he comprehend that it wasn't all that. Ordinances existed; regulations he didn't enjoy following. Initially, Cariboupaw harbored excitement regarding becoming an apprentice. He hadn't valued the training adequately, moderately dubious about listening to his Mentor. Cariboupaw was a rebellious apprentice and a deplorable one to negotiate. Previously, in the older territories, before this drastic change, Cariboupaw would sneak out of CoyoteClan's at Sundown, honing his dexterities to demonstrate to his Mentor, Redsnake, when he purposely failed the prior training sessions. He would appear to the subsequent one, excelling in his learning skills. The youthful tom predominantly excelled in hunting, tracking, and applying his agility. The tom's nasal passages were an exceptional advantage to appeal to his hunting mastery. He was undoubtedly an autonomous feline. He failed the only time in training sessions intentionally.
Moments ago, Cariboupaw slinked out of the campsite, as he'd always had. This time, it hadn't entirely been Sundown, shortly greeted by the moon's surfacing and the sun's descent for the Night, where Silverpelt revealed. In that welcome amber luminance, the time of deliberate reflections had anchored when his brain became an immaculate vacant horizon, glimpsing yet delighted to pose with unobstructed visions. Here came the soothing breeze, becoming absorbed in the harmony of crickets, authorizing the temperate dynamism of nature to wash over. The sire certainly felt free on his own. A peaceful smile plastered amongst his countenance as he ambulated onward, with a skip in his step. As the daybreak slowly depleted away, there was scarcely enough for shadows' appearance. Between preferring the darkness or not, the twilight would soon arrive, and everything in the woodland would be hidden underneath it. Even the luminaries above and moon recoil behind a dense cloud layer, giving the ambiance he associated with the Earth before a storm. Cariboupaw's auditories became more vigilant and his mentality conscious; every twig snap is a predator, or prey, even if it is another feline. For each aroma, the apprentice's brain jumped to the most dreadful thing it could be, and his body was prepared for flight, fight, or freeze. For the most part, he resisted fleeing. Running would give his position away, and I'm not much of a fighter. He could insist on waiting while the blackness came and praying that the Sunhigh was distant.
The youthful bachelor strayed afar, closer toward the bordering areas. The tom's pace hindered, an unfamiliar aroma lingering in CoyoteClan's domain. Pivoting on his foundations, he curiously, without indecision nor circumspection, discovered himself diminishing his immense physique toward the terra firma. The aroma wasn't entirely foreign, as the opposing feline was absolutely part of a clan, but not his. Unfortunately, there was still a brim of daylight, casting his shadow to reveal that he'd been there. Cariboupaw slinked forward, hoisting himself slowly as he exposed his location completely, listening as paw steps approached. Without a second thought, Cariboupaw was quick to speak. With a chuckle, a few tail-lengths from the opposing feline, he hummed in thought, "Hmm, don't you know you're in CoyoteClan?" The tomcat scrutinized her with expansive, expressive umber visionaries, "I know you do, that's for sure. Our scents are here." The tomcat cut in before the loner could respond, though he could still respond if comfortable. Cariboupaw was instantaneous when grasping a conversation and conveying emotions, hardly presenting others the possibility to comment. He was ecstatically content speaking to another, and it was another clan cat! There was plenty of adrenaline rushing through Cariboupaw, standing on his tippytoes as he grinned cheekily, "Ah, it's rude of me...I always forget to introduce myself, the name's Cariboupaw! But seriously, you could get in trouble out here; it's hard not to cross the boundaries. I understand."
Moments ago, Cariboupaw slinked out of the campsite, as he'd always had. This time, it hadn't entirely been Sundown, shortly greeted by the moon's surfacing and the sun's descent for the Night, where Silverpelt revealed. In that welcome amber luminance, the time of deliberate reflections had anchored when his brain became an immaculate vacant horizon, glimpsing yet delighted to pose with unobstructed visions. Here came the soothing breeze, becoming absorbed in the harmony of crickets, authorizing the temperate dynamism of nature to wash over. The sire certainly felt free on his own. A peaceful smile plastered amongst his countenance as he ambulated onward, with a skip in his step. As the daybreak slowly depleted away, there was scarcely enough for shadows' appearance. Between preferring the darkness or not, the twilight would soon arrive, and everything in the woodland would be hidden underneath it. Even the luminaries above and moon recoil behind a dense cloud layer, giving the ambiance he associated with the Earth before a storm. Cariboupaw's auditories became more vigilant and his mentality conscious; every twig snap is a predator, or prey, even if it is another feline. For each aroma, the apprentice's brain jumped to the most dreadful thing it could be, and his body was prepared for flight, fight, or freeze. For the most part, he resisted fleeing. Running would give his position away, and I'm not much of a fighter. He could insist on waiting while the blackness came and praying that the Sunhigh was distant.
The youthful bachelor strayed afar, closer toward the bordering areas. The tom's pace hindered, an unfamiliar aroma lingering in CoyoteClan's domain. Pivoting on his foundations, he curiously, without indecision nor circumspection, discovered himself diminishing his immense physique toward the terra firma. The aroma wasn't entirely foreign, as the opposing feline was absolutely part of a clan, but not his. Unfortunately, there was still a brim of daylight, casting his shadow to reveal that he'd been there. Cariboupaw slinked forward, hoisting himself slowly as he exposed his location completely, listening as paw steps approached. Without a second thought, Cariboupaw was quick to speak. With a chuckle, a few tail-lengths from the opposing feline, he hummed in thought, "Hmm, don't you know you're in CoyoteClan?" The tomcat scrutinized her with expansive, expressive umber visionaries, "I know you do, that's for sure. Our scents are here." The tomcat cut in before the loner could respond, though he could still respond if comfortable. Cariboupaw was instantaneous when grasping a conversation and conveying emotions, hardly presenting others the possibility to comment. He was ecstatically content speaking to another, and it was another clan cat! There was plenty of adrenaline rushing through Cariboupaw, standing on his tippytoes as he grinned cheekily, "Ah, it's rude of me...I always forget to introduce myself, the name's Cariboupaw! But seriously, you could get in trouble out here; it's hard not to cross the boundaries. I understand."
Notes: time to get this started--
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