Honeypool
Magnets
The first few rays of sunlight shone through the bright green oak leaves. A floral scent wafted through the currently quiet clearing. The occasional chirping of birds could be heard in the distance, waking up the stirring clan. Leafpaw moved from within the apprentice's den. A few holes in the bracken and twig home had let in some light from the pale blue sky. One hole in particular had shone down directly on her face, making the brown she-cat shift to get away from it. Her eats twitched before she slowly opened her pale hazel eyes. A muffled huff followed by a yawn left her jaws as she rolled onto her side, blinking away sleep.
Two other smaller bodies laid in the den with her. She could make out Snowpaw's pure white fur, a slight gray color under the hidden den, and Reedpaw's bright ginger and white pelt. Both cats slept soundly as Leafpaw got up and carefully padded by them. Slipping out the leaf covered entrance she could easily make out her mother's dark brown and white fur as she sat near her den talking to a silver she-cat. Silverfrost.
They seemed to be deep in their discussion not noticing the brown she-cat watching them for a few moments. Soon enough the silver she-cat nodded and padded back into the warrior's den. She is organizing the dawn patrol. Leafpaw quickly caught on to what the two cats had been talking about before she finally caught her mother's gaze. She stiffened starring back at similar pale hazel eyes. "Morning." Leafpaw called out, feeling a bit awkward.
"Morning." Her mother chimed back. Neither she-cat making a move towards one another. Leafpaw shrugged feeling the conversation was going nowhere. She was always up around this time enjoying the quietness to herself before the rest of the clan would wake up and start their own days. Nothing more was said as Leafpaw watched her mother disappear into the thick roots of a slanted oak tree leaving the senior apprentice in the clearing by herself. Leafpaw watched the darkness of the roots waiting for a sign of movement before she turned on her heel and left camp. The early mornings were always so peaceful to her. The light rustling of leaves and the fluttering of birds sounded like a small symphony to her, and she just wanted to enjoy it alone.
Breaking into a sprint the young female let her legs take her to an all too familiar path. Jumping over a fallen long and ducking under a few maple branches Leafpaw stopped once she finally arrived at her destination. Pushing herself through a familiar bush she stopped at a small clearing. A large tree sat in the middle. It's bark old and peeling in some areas. Leafpaw padded forward sniffling the air. Her old scent was still here but faded now. It had been a while since she had been here.
She circled the tree a few times before digging her claws into the semi hard back and pushed herself up, scaling the trunk, before hauling herself up to one of the lower branches. and then to another, trying to reach her goal. Her tail stuck out straight as she balanced herself on a branch before leaping and gripping onto another one. Looking down slightly at the clearing below before continuing her mini adventure until she paused as a wooden structure came into view, hidden within the branches of the trees.
It was old, worn down, and falling apart in some areas. It was easy to tell it was a twoleg structure that had been long forgotten about. A wooden tiny den left away to rot. A few cobwebs hung in the corners of it but nothing else remained inside. Leafpaw sighed to herself, feeling overjoyed to be back in her little hideout away from camp, on the outskirts of the forest. She was sure her mother would kill her if she was ever found here, but then again probably not. Leafpaw climbed onto the smooth open floor of the tiny den, feeling the smooth floor beneath her paws she did a small happy wiggle of sorts. Some fallen twigs and leaves littered the flooring as she padded up to the main den entrance.
She squeezed herself through a gap before stopping inside. She was quick to notice that it was warmer in here than it was outside. The den itself was pretty much empty aside from a few scattered twoleg objects had been left behind to collect dust, nothing Leafpaw could make out what they were for, so she left them where she had found them, and an old faded brown lump of material pushed up against one of the walls. Great! I was worried someone else would've moved inside.
Leafpaw smiled brightly, her fur bristling as she leaped onto the lump, a bunch of dirt and dust floated into the air making her sneeze.
Two other smaller bodies laid in the den with her. She could make out Snowpaw's pure white fur, a slight gray color under the hidden den, and Reedpaw's bright ginger and white pelt. Both cats slept soundly as Leafpaw got up and carefully padded by them. Slipping out the leaf covered entrance she could easily make out her mother's dark brown and white fur as she sat near her den talking to a silver she-cat. Silverfrost.
They seemed to be deep in their discussion not noticing the brown she-cat watching them for a few moments. Soon enough the silver she-cat nodded and padded back into the warrior's den. She is organizing the dawn patrol. Leafpaw quickly caught on to what the two cats had been talking about before she finally caught her mother's gaze. She stiffened starring back at similar pale hazel eyes. "Morning." Leafpaw called out, feeling a bit awkward.
"Morning." Her mother chimed back. Neither she-cat making a move towards one another. Leafpaw shrugged feeling the conversation was going nowhere. She was always up around this time enjoying the quietness to herself before the rest of the clan would wake up and start their own days. Nothing more was said as Leafpaw watched her mother disappear into the thick roots of a slanted oak tree leaving the senior apprentice in the clearing by herself. Leafpaw watched the darkness of the roots waiting for a sign of movement before she turned on her heel and left camp. The early mornings were always so peaceful to her. The light rustling of leaves and the fluttering of birds sounded like a small symphony to her, and she just wanted to enjoy it alone.
Breaking into a sprint the young female let her legs take her to an all too familiar path. Jumping over a fallen long and ducking under a few maple branches Leafpaw stopped once she finally arrived at her destination. Pushing herself through a familiar bush she stopped at a small clearing. A large tree sat in the middle. It's bark old and peeling in some areas. Leafpaw padded forward sniffling the air. Her old scent was still here but faded now. It had been a while since she had been here.
She circled the tree a few times before digging her claws into the semi hard back and pushed herself up, scaling the trunk, before hauling herself up to one of the lower branches. and then to another, trying to reach her goal. Her tail stuck out straight as she balanced herself on a branch before leaping and gripping onto another one. Looking down slightly at the clearing below before continuing her mini adventure until she paused as a wooden structure came into view, hidden within the branches of the trees.
It was old, worn down, and falling apart in some areas. It was easy to tell it was a twoleg structure that had been long forgotten about. A wooden tiny den left away to rot. A few cobwebs hung in the corners of it but nothing else remained inside. Leafpaw sighed to herself, feeling overjoyed to be back in her little hideout away from camp, on the outskirts of the forest. She was sure her mother would kill her if she was ever found here, but then again probably not. Leafpaw climbed onto the smooth open floor of the tiny den, feeling the smooth floor beneath her paws she did a small happy wiggle of sorts. Some fallen twigs and leaves littered the flooring as she padded up to the main den entrance.
She squeezed herself through a gap before stopping inside. She was quick to notice that it was warmer in here than it was outside. The den itself was pretty much empty aside from a few scattered twoleg objects had been left behind to collect dust, nothing Leafpaw could make out what they were for, so she left them where she had found them, and an old faded brown lump of material pushed up against one of the walls. Great! I was worried someone else would've moved inside.
Leafpaw smiled brightly, her fur bristling as she leaped onto the lump, a bunch of dirt and dust floated into the air making her sneeze.
