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Post by Rosa on Feb 10, 2019 5:16:07 GMT
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N/A | When he had stepped out of his den that morning, there had been a certain reluctance in his paws. The shoreline had been eerily quiet; the soft lapping of water was absent from the morning stillness and had been for several moons now. With ice eating away at space on the water, what had once been a relaxing and soothing addition to the morning left only the occasional ominous cracking in its place. All he could near now though as he stretched stiff muscles outside his den was the sound of new fallen snow crunching and shifting beneath his feet, giving way under the weight of the rather lanky fox.
Speaking of, the reyard known as Ember gave himself a shake just then, already irritated by the flat flakes that had started to gather on his multicolored coat and obscure his vision. The sun's hardly up and yet the snow's already falling. He thought, glancing up in vain for a glimpse of the light that usually shone down on them by now. Alas, there was none; only white and grey clouds rolled along the vast expanse of sky. It looked as if it'd be just another snowy day in leafbare, and with a sigh he realized putting off getting started would only resort in less precious daytime to hunt. Or, in his case, train. For his apprentice was nearing the end of her moons under his guidance, and he'd rather fall in the icy currents than let her slack off in the little time they had.
He threw a last annoyed look to the heavens and tried not to sulk or think about how warm he could be if he just went back to his nest before his gaze found the freshkill pile. From here he could barely see anything, not spotting the usual fish scales or bushy squirrel tails that stacked in a shallow hole near the center of camp. Low on food then. Well, he knew what they'd be doing today. Padding off towards one of the numerous dens the apprentices called home, Ember simply thrust his head into the cavern, ignoring the grumblings of a nearby apprentice still lost in dreams. For a moment he let himself relish the warmth before glancing around in the dimly lit hole. Ah, so she was in here; he'd know her scent even in this tangle of pelts.
"Lily, come on. Time to get started." He called, slightly raspy tone low out of respect for the rest of the sleeping young ones. Oh well. Even if she complained about the early morning, at least she could never say he didn't try and give her a leg up over the rest.
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Post by Nyxie on Feb 12, 2019 9:40:25 GMT
Lily  Apprentice of Lakeclan
Sleep was always a finicky thing, and only more so in Leafbare. Sometimes, Lily came back to her den after a day of training, patrolling, hunting or chores, and collapsed into her nest to sleep like a rock. Other times, she felt more like a jittery insect caught on its back, squirming and twitching until she eventually gave up, or fell into a restless, uneasy sleep that never gave her any true rest. She truly wished her night had been one of the former - she knew well enough that after the fierce snowstorm that gave her a day off training, her mentor would want to start the day bright and early. She didn’t blame them, she’d hated not being able to do anything for her clan beyond soothing kits and checking elders for ticks and fleas. Unfortunately, the Council worked in mysterious ways sometimes, and they weren’t always favourable. Head rising sleepily from her paws at the rousing voice of Ember, Lily found herself blinking open blurry eyes to what seemed only darkness. Part of her was half tempted to curl straight back up, presume she imagined the voice of her mentor. However, his scent drifted to her nose, and the grumbling of an apprentice nearer the entrance of the den informed her otherwise. Lily felt like she’d only skimmed the surface of sleep for a few precious moments before she was awoken, and she stumbled a little as she rose groggily to her paws. Shaking any moss or stray grass from her snowy pelt, the young vixen picked her way clumsily around her denmates - glad there were so few this season - and muttering apologies as she went, before drawing herself out of the den to stand beside her mentor. Immediately, Lily dropped into a stretch, before flicking some moss off a forepaw and shaking herself again, as though that would wake her up a little more. Finally meeting her mentor’s gaze, she drew a smile to her face and clung to it as she dipped her head in greeting, eyes shining with sleepy warmth. “Mor—orning,” she offered, a yawn breaking up her words in the middle, before she flicked her ears toward Ember once she’d finished. “What are we doing today?”Tag: RosaNotes: Sleepy Lily tries |
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Post by Rosa on Feb 17, 2019 22:23:55 GMT
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Sorry for the delay! | He didn't back out right away. Even as he heard disgruntled mumblings from some of the other younger, half-asleep foxes in the den, Ember waited. He knew well enough that all apprentices, no matter how eager to learn, would curl up against the cold and mentor's orders if given too much choice. It was for her own good, he reasoned; she was going to be a warrior soon, and he needed to make sure all of her skills were in line. Lakeclan would need her, especially with the coming storms of newleaf.
Sighing gently with relief as he saw a familiar white-furred head poke up from a nest, he waited until she found her paws before finally retreating himself. It wasn't the best of times - fat flakes seemed drawn to the warmth of his muzzle and it took a few irritated shakes of his head to dislodge them. They'd have to hurry if they wanted to get anything done today before the sharp lines of the landscape were softened by endless rolls of snow. But it wouldn't be long before they were out there, of course. So no need to truly worry much. Standing back now and waiting patiently, the warrior couldn't help a smile at Lily's greeting. Seemed she had the same idea. "Good morning," Came his reply as he gently reaching a paw up to pat away a stray clump of moss stubbornly clinging to her ear. "Well, that's up to you." She was far enough along for a test, after all.
Glancing around the camp once more, he found his gaze settling back on his apprentice, relaxed and laid back despite the conditions of their camp. "Look around. What needs to be done?" He, of course, knew fighting and hunting were both valuable. But in leafbare, with their shallow scrape in the clay for food nearly barren, one tended to take precedence.
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