Post by Sorrelpaw on Sept 22, 2009 18:39:11 GMT -5
Sorrelpaw wobbled towards the entrance of the apprentice's den, her round, overlarge belly swinging from side to side with her gait, a hare hanging from her jaw's grasp. Unagilely knelling, she attempted to crawl under the space between the roots, her girth putting a damper on her movements. After several moments, she finally squeezed in and collapsed on a moss bed, panting after the effort.
She wasn't distressed that she hadn't yet had a mentor. She hadn't even gone out into camp yet that day, and didn't bother with bringing the elders something that a better warrior had caught themselves before taking the best piece of freshkill off the pile and heading to the apprentice's den to reward a day of doing nothing useful with a nap and a meal.
After catching her breath, she began eating the hare, with the intent not to share the large piece of prey but finish it herself.
She wasn't distressed that she hadn't yet had a mentor. She hadn't even gone out into camp yet that day, and didn't bother with bringing the elders something that a better warrior had caught themselves before taking the best piece of freshkill off the pile and heading to the apprentice's den to reward a day of doing nothing useful with a nap and a meal.
After catching her breath, she began eating the hare, with the intent not to share the large piece of prey but finish it herself.
