Post by Bird on Dec 2, 2014 23:47:50 GMT
Oakpaw trotted outside of camp. Sunlight, pure and bright filtered through the trees. A breeze hurried past, tickling the leaves. The cool, fresh grass swayed beneath his paws, as he felt the cold promise of leafbare.
Oakpaw normally wasn't alone, surrounded by apprentices and whatnot, but today, he decided to do a little adventuring and experimenting on his own. He eyed a strong, sturdy tree in the middle of the clearing that spread and branched high off into the sky, it's leaves swaying with age and the weight of nesting squirrels and birds getting ready for winter.
The orange tom smiled, and with an experimentive paw, swiped at the tree trunk. It was not much of a hit. The tom's small, developing claws barely shredded the bark, leaving behind small, tiny marks that barely graced the skin.
The apprentice flexed his claws, and an idea began to form in his head.
Orangepaw reared back on his hind legs, using his front paws to forcefully swipe and claws at the bark with all the ferociety he could muster. This was a good way to work out his claws, limbs, hind legs, muscles and whatnot. As he began to rain blows down upon the tree, swipe after swipe, claw after claw, he began to work harder and more faster.
Orangepaw was now genuially surprised at how much damage he had done to the tree now. Thin shreds of bark hang off of the tree in big globs, exposing the underside of the hard, rough skin. The claw marks were every inch visible, and it was a clear, sure sign that a cat had been here.
This was a good way to train and work on some abilities, and it was a way of marking the borders, right? It would help let other animals know who truly belonged here.
This was indeed good training, but Orangepaw could have practiced more abilities, discovered more skills and perhaps put himself to a test. If only he had a partner or two...
Oakpaw normally wasn't alone, surrounded by apprentices and whatnot, but today, he decided to do a little adventuring and experimenting on his own. He eyed a strong, sturdy tree in the middle of the clearing that spread and branched high off into the sky, it's leaves swaying with age and the weight of nesting squirrels and birds getting ready for winter.
The orange tom smiled, and with an experimentive paw, swiped at the tree trunk. It was not much of a hit. The tom's small, developing claws barely shredded the bark, leaving behind small, tiny marks that barely graced the skin.
The apprentice flexed his claws, and an idea began to form in his head.
Orangepaw reared back on his hind legs, using his front paws to forcefully swipe and claws at the bark with all the ferociety he could muster. This was a good way to work out his claws, limbs, hind legs, muscles and whatnot. As he began to rain blows down upon the tree, swipe after swipe, claw after claw, he began to work harder and more faster.
Orangepaw was now genuially surprised at how much damage he had done to the tree now. Thin shreds of bark hang off of the tree in big globs, exposing the underside of the hard, rough skin. The claw marks were every inch visible, and it was a clear, sure sign that a cat had been here.
This was a good way to train and work on some abilities, and it was a way of marking the borders, right? It would help let other animals know who truly belonged here.
This was indeed good training, but Orangepaw could have practiced more abilities, discovered more skills and perhaps put himself to a test. If only he had a partner or two...