Post by peppermint on May 13, 2020 23:37:37 GMT
It had been a long, tiring journey to their new home. In fact, the departure from the clans had been done just before Kestrel and her siblings were due apprentices, who were now 'To-be's"-- the equivalent to an apprentice in the Tribe of Painted Pools. Though new to her, this was nothing short of a blast from the past for her father, who seemed overflowing with pride and joy now that he had found his home. She had only recalled tales he had told her as a kit, so now that she was living it? It felt unreal.
Everything and everyone (save for a few members) were all new to her-- customs were different yet interesting, for the ways of a tribe were still fresh in her mind. Technically, training for her had only really begun not that long ago-- so she and her littermates had some time to go before graduating as not warriors, but tribe members!
Another itch of a question squeaked at the back of her mind-- would she be accepted? Apart from her siblings and Morningstep, everyone else was tribe-born. She wondered if her Starclan or otherwise loner ancestors were in disdain, and wondered that now, as she found her way into the life her father wanted to share with his family, if her tribal ancestors would welcome her with open arms.
No matter; that would be solved in time. In fact, here her father came now-- emerging from their underground home. What better time to immerse yourself in your new home than now-- especially with her dad himself?
So, as relaxed as she was atop this particularly warm rock, she decided to peep an eye open, green irises paired with a playful smile and welcoming purr. "Heya, Dad," she mewed, stretching and yawning heftily from her cozy spot. Kestrel hopped down from her place, feathery tail curling in delight as she approached and greeted her father with an affectionate nuzzle to his face. Now that everyone was settled, she was curious to explore and have some fun.
"Are you busy? I kinda wanted to look around the territory for a bit," she explained casually, nudging her nose into the direction that, unbeknownst to her, held the twinkling ledges that belonged to the Star Cliffs. "One of the Range-Guards said that mice the size of a big rock roam that area." Of course, the playful smirk she dawned told otherwise; for if mice that large inhabited the area, they might never go hungry again. Then, with a snicker, she bumped her shoulder to his, mewing wholeheartedly, "Aaaand, I wanna spend some time with my Dad. You up for it?"
Everything and everyone (save for a few members) were all new to her-- customs were different yet interesting, for the ways of a tribe were still fresh in her mind. Technically, training for her had only really begun not that long ago-- so she and her littermates had some time to go before graduating as not warriors, but tribe members!
Another itch of a question squeaked at the back of her mind-- would she be accepted? Apart from her siblings and Morningstep, everyone else was tribe-born. She wondered if her Starclan or otherwise loner ancestors were in disdain, and wondered that now, as she found her way into the life her father wanted to share with his family, if her tribal ancestors would welcome her with open arms.
No matter; that would be solved in time. In fact, here her father came now-- emerging from their underground home. What better time to immerse yourself in your new home than now-- especially with her dad himself?
So, as relaxed as she was atop this particularly warm rock, she decided to peep an eye open, green irises paired with a playful smile and welcoming purr. "Heya, Dad," she mewed, stretching and yawning heftily from her cozy spot. Kestrel hopped down from her place, feathery tail curling in delight as she approached and greeted her father with an affectionate nuzzle to his face. Now that everyone was settled, she was curious to explore and have some fun.
"Are you busy? I kinda wanted to look around the territory for a bit," she explained casually, nudging her nose into the direction that, unbeknownst to her, held the twinkling ledges that belonged to the Star Cliffs. "One of the Range-Guards said that mice the size of a big rock roam that area." Of course, the playful smirk she dawned told otherwise; for if mice that large inhabited the area, they might never go hungry again. Then, with a snicker, she bumped her shoulder to his, mewing wholeheartedly, "Aaaand, I wanna spend some time with my Dad. You up for it?"
