a little wicked, that's what they call me (private, xvinn)
POSTED ON Mar 31, 2024 23:59:29 GMT
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Post by haze on Mar 31, 2024 23:59:29 GMT
Maggotcheer awoke to waning darkness and the brush of fur against her spindly frame. She raised her head, blinking away sleep, as four lean figures slipped out of the warriors den, their paws noiseless against the dusty cave floor.
‘Ah, the dawn patrol commences,’ Maggotcheer mused, watching her comrades’ tails disappear from view. Just as quietly, she arose from her nest – tucked near the exit to allow for stealthy comings and goings – and stretched. ‘I suppose it’s time to collect my ward, too.’
The first rays of sunlight warmed Maggotcheer’s patchy fur as she picked her way toward the apprentice den, a small cave not far from where warriors slept. Peeping inside, she quickly located the small, neurotic bundle of blue-gray fur whose future she was to mold over the next several months – or however Morningstar had described “mentorship.”
Although tempted to awaken all den occupants with a caterwaul, Maggotcheer reined in the impulse and instead slithered to Bluepaw’s side, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. For a few moments, the former rogue simply studied the apprentice, observing the rise and fall of the younger she-cat’s flank.
When mentor and apprentice had met the previous morning during the ceremony, Maggotcheer had been underwhelmed at first. Bluepaw radiated misery. Maggotcheer could almost taste her apprentice’s emotions – anger, sadness, shame, hopelessness – they were so deliciously intense. The warrioress might have felt mildly disgusted had she not immediately sensed what she could do with a cat like Bluepaw.
Back in the present, Maggotcheer tickled the younger cat’s nose with her balding tail tip.
“Rise and shhhhine, Bluuuuuepaw. It’s your first day of training.”
‘Ah, the dawn patrol commences,’ Maggotcheer mused, watching her comrades’ tails disappear from view. Just as quietly, she arose from her nest – tucked near the exit to allow for stealthy comings and goings – and stretched. ‘I suppose it’s time to collect my ward, too.’
The first rays of sunlight warmed Maggotcheer’s patchy fur as she picked her way toward the apprentice den, a small cave not far from where warriors slept. Peeping inside, she quickly located the small, neurotic bundle of blue-gray fur whose future she was to mold over the next several months – or however Morningstar had described “mentorship.”
Although tempted to awaken all den occupants with a caterwaul, Maggotcheer reined in the impulse and instead slithered to Bluepaw’s side, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. For a few moments, the former rogue simply studied the apprentice, observing the rise and fall of the younger she-cat’s flank.
When mentor and apprentice had met the previous morning during the ceremony, Maggotcheer had been underwhelmed at first. Bluepaw radiated misery. Maggotcheer could almost taste her apprentice’s emotions – anger, sadness, shame, hopelessness – they were so deliciously intense. The warrioress might have felt mildly disgusted had she not immediately sensed what she could do with a cat like Bluepaw.
Back in the present, Maggotcheer tickled the younger cat’s nose with her balding tail tip.
“Rise and shhhhine, Bluuuuuepaw. It’s your first day of training.”
