Post by jay on Oct 5, 2014 22:37:03 GMT -5
they/them/theirs
Birchpaw paced bitterly on top of a smooth flat rock that sat outside the apprentices den. The morning sun was just begining to peak behind the horizion and the dawn patrol had recently left the camp; making too much noise, what with the eager younger warriors and excitable apprentices. Birchpaw didn't get chosen to go along, of course. Not that they minded much. It was cold out and Lion-nose and the other senior warriors that got recruited would just be bickering and snapping and complaining at the chit chat of the rest of the patrol. It wasn't something Birchpaw wanted to do so early in the morning. But also, the rustling of the remaining warriors in their den and the excited chatter of the apprentices was starting to get to the grey spotted apprentice. They were loud. Everyone was loud and Birchpaw wanted nothing more than to just go back to their nest and sleep and drown out the noise, but sleep wouldn't be possible. Theres no way the other apprentices would shut their mouths, and it was almost time for the other warriors to get up anyway- there was duties to attend to and apprentices to order around. Birchpaw sighed a small sigh and hopped down from his perch and made his way to the warriors den. Maybe they could grab their mentor and slip out of the camp while it was still lazy. He stuck his head into the den, their voice barely above a whisper as they hissed, "Windflight? Are you up?" 
