Running From the Shadows-Chapter 1

Instructions

Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1124233434/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1109422907/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1109422907/ Refs: coming soon! Morningpaw blinked, waking up from the deep sleep she was in to Rustpaw stretching next to her. A couple pawsteps away, her best friend Turtlepaw was splayed out in one of her usual odd sleeping positions, and Morningpaw's brother Gorgepaw was fixing his nest. Turtlepaw's siblings Branchpaw and Grousepaw were asleep at the other side of the den. Morningpaw sat up and licked down any stray tufts of fur. She prodded Turtlepaw's dark, mottled brown, spiky fur with one claw. "Ow! Oh, hi, Morningpaw. Is Ravenstrike here to take me on patrol or something?" Turtlepaw mumbled. "No, but we should go eat. Looks like Gorgepaw already left. You know him, always needing something to keep his paws working..." Morningpaw trailed off, arching her back and shaking any remaining moss from her sleek pelt. "G'morning, Morningpaw! Heh. You wanna go share a rabbit before the mentors take us out for battle training?" Rustpaw mewed, eyes sparkling in anticipation. The apprentice's mentors were going to spend the whole day going over fighting tactics and then holding sparring matches with each other. Rustpaw was a very skilled fighter, and he liked to scare his little sisters in the nursery by saying that his reddish pelt has a brown tint because that's his original color, and it was stained from the blood of enemies. Morningpaw smiled and brushed her flank against his. "Sure! C'mon, Turtlepaw. You can't sleep forever!" "Okay, okay, I'm UP." Turtlepaw groaned. The three apprentices padded out of the den into the open and airy Windclan camp. Morningpaw's cream-colored pelt that faded into a light orange at the tail lit up when the sunlight touched it, with a rosy shine. Her mother, Frigidclaw, named her after the morning sunrise because when she hobbled blindly out of the nursery as a kit, her pelt shone with morning light. The apprentice's den was cozy, made of twigs, ferns, and wildflower stems all woven togethr into a dome. Next to it was a large rock where they often shared tounges and soaked up the sunlight. Morningpaw's mentor, Gritswipe, padded up to her. He was strict and gave lots of work, but he meant well. "Morningpaw, you've been spending a lot of time with your friends lately." His eyes flitted to Rustpaw, who was standing next to her, and Morningpaw blushed. "I hope you're not too distracted in training today, I realized I haven't been showing you a lot of fighting moves and it shows." Gritswipe then prowled off to the fresh-kill pile and selected a bird, sitting down to quickly eat. "Someone's grumpy. C'mon I want that last vole!" Rustpaw bounded off, and Morningpaw found herself following him. She paused. 'I guess I have been pretty close to him lately...is that bad?' She thought. 'I mean, he makes me happy, and I still do all of my duties.' She selected a small rabbit from the pile and sat down next to Turtlepaw, Rustpaw settling down on her other side. The place they sat in was shady, a huge fern was above it. In the corner, Morningpaw saw something stir. She stopped chewing and narrowed her eyes. The shadow seemed to swirl again, and somehow, she felt herself do the motion many times. "Strange." She murmured.