Post by bracken on Apr 4, 2013 13:42:05 GMT -5
A yawn escaped the apprentice, sharp canines exposed for a moment. Forelimbs stretched, claws extending as his rump lifted, tail extending. Then each hindlimb stretched solitarily as he blinked the sleep from his amber eyes. The apprentice could not help but smile as a bright Newleaf dawn stretched over the camp. Leafbare was gone, thank Starclan, and Newleaf was here to shine brightly. Glancing around the apprentice was relieved not to see his sister, Tawnypaw, as much as he cared about her, he was not in the mood to hear her brooding and hunting escapades, and even more relieved not to see his father, Tigerstar. Bramblepaw wanted nothing more than to be a normal apprentice today, not to be the spitting image of his father and leader and not to be expected to follow in his pawsteps. He wanted to be his own cat, sure being deputy and leader would be great, but a part of him wanted to be a normal, loyal warrior with a mate and kits. To live simply, yet that was never int he cards for him. He was the son of Tigerstar, the strongest leader in the clans, and feared by all.
He was eager to train for the day, eager for some battle training, get his aggression and frustration out. Yet he did not know what Eagletalon had in mind for the day. His amber gaze flitted to the nursery as he lowered his body, licking a forepaw and running it over his head deciding on a quick groom before starting his patrols and training. The nursery brought back warm memories, memories of a carefree time with his mother, Goldenflower, and Bluestar visiting. At the former leaders name he glanced at the sky knowing she was with Starclan and watching over the clan. What was she thinking? Did she approve of the things Tigerstar had done? He wished he could ask her advice.
Bramblepaw was allowing his mind to wander, and wander to his warrior ceremony which would happen someday. What would his warrior name be? That did not matter to him as much right now as who he would be expected to be after that... He was not Tigerstar, he could be ambitious and if provoked he found he had trouble controlling his temper and claws, but he was not ruthless, he was not violent. He may look like his father, but Tawnypaw was more like their father than he ever would be. Or so he thought. Bramblepaw was like their mother Goldenflower, caring, he enjoyed playing with the kits, he enjoyed patrols and battle training, but he was kind. He still enjoyed a good story from the elders, but as he grew older, became closer to being a warrior he worried things would change, more would be expected of him, things Tawnypaw would gladly jump through hoops for.
He was eager to train for the day, eager for some battle training, get his aggression and frustration out. Yet he did not know what Eagletalon had in mind for the day. His amber gaze flitted to the nursery as he lowered his body, licking a forepaw and running it over his head deciding on a quick groom before starting his patrols and training. The nursery brought back warm memories, memories of a carefree time with his mother, Goldenflower, and Bluestar visiting. At the former leaders name he glanced at the sky knowing she was with Starclan and watching over the clan. What was she thinking? Did she approve of the things Tigerstar had done? He wished he could ask her advice.
Bramblepaw was allowing his mind to wander, and wander to his warrior ceremony which would happen someday. What would his warrior name be? That did not matter to him as much right now as who he would be expected to be after that... He was not Tigerstar, he could be ambitious and if provoked he found he had trouble controlling his temper and claws, but he was not ruthless, he was not violent. He may look like his father, but Tawnypaw was more like their father than he ever would be. Or so he thought. Bramblepaw was like their mother Goldenflower, caring, he enjoyed playing with the kits, he enjoyed patrols and battle training, but he was kind. He still enjoyed a good story from the elders, but as he grew older, became closer to being a warrior he worried things would change, more would be expected of him, things Tawnypaw would gladly jump through hoops for.
