Post by umbreon on Dec 23, 2008 18:18:00 GMT -5
Flightpaw walked into the small den, her eyes flickering around the small space. She wasn't especially comforted by the sight of the empty area in front of her. Oh, of course she had a mentor. Of course she had her things that she loved. But she would forever miss her mother and her two other brothers. They had been fun.
Sighing, Flightpaw lay down in the moss, her head turning sideways. Then she thought about what had happened to her family. One had died and two had left. Why did she have to be the one that stayed? Why was she the one that was hurt? Her thoughts turned grim. Her brothers probably were just exploring, out themselves. How lucky. It wasn't as if they hadn't asked, but now that Flightpaw knew the thoughts, she felt so sad about why she hadn't gone with them. However, it was too late now. Nothing she could do about that.
Her brow furrowed as she thought, thinking that she should have gone with her brothers. They were so happy, most likely. Unlike her, sulking here in the den. Where no one could see how unhappy she was to not have her family with her.
Nightmoon was her new mentor. Flightpaw thought she looked a bit like a tiger. A tabby cat. She wondered what they would do as apprentice and mentor. Probably weird things. But that would all have to wait, as she was never sure of what would happen next. She was all of that spunk, but she never used it. Too bad she couldn't just lay and sulk.
But Flightpaw was more than that, and she stretched. She padded towards the opening of the den and looked outside. Maybe her mentor would come. Maybe her mentor could help her get over what had happened to her beloved family. Flightpaw shook her head. Hopefully. Maybe. She hoped that she could just forget. Wished she could just forget. It was unfair, but that was how the world was.
Flightpaw stood by the den and waited for her mentor, her thoughts on several different things as she looked out of the small opening. It was the start of her new life. And she promised to herself; no sulking was allowed at the littlest bit. Not even a teeny, tiny itty bitty bit. This helped her get over the problems a bit, and that at least helped her.
