Post by Ioana003 on Oct 14, 2019 20:30:05 GMT
Badgerpaw approached the cove filled with bubbling, sparkling water. The afternoon sunlight brightened the cave, creating an almost surreal environment. The rushing water came from every corner of the room. Badgerpaw was shivering - not because of the cold but because of fear. He dreaded this yet he had no choice. With quivering pawsteps, he entered the mouth-like opening fully expecting to be engulfed by an abyss-like wave even though the water would've barely reached his ankles. Rather surprised, he went further in. The water touched his paws and he flinched. Fast as lighting, he retracted his foot and watched, wide-eyed, as the monstrous bubbling came ever closer. He couldn't do it.
With a quick motion, Badgerpaw ran out, speeding on the sides of the cove so his fur wouldn't get any wetter. With a gasp, the young tom finally exited the nightmarish environment that would always haunt him and rested far away from the tumbling water that reached the exit. The apprentice looked on, lost in thought and worry. If he wanted to learn, he had to do it - for his sake and his mother's.
With a shivering sigh, the tom braved another expedition inside the cove; its waters becoming a dark, endless void which ate away at the bright colours that reflected outward. He ran, his paws hitting water almost immediately and he jumped back, his fur on end and hot in embarrassment. His eyes were wide and saddened. He couldn't even get inside the cove properly.
The apprentice debated what to do next, his thrumming heart distracting him from his thoughts. After a while, the young cat finally decided to simply train out there with his fire going towards the cave, towards the water.
Badgerpaw walked close to a mossy rock. With his claws unsheathed, he scraped off some of it which had dried up, enough to create a small ball. He did this for a while until he managed to create a few more. However, he wasn't ready yet. The tom went to a tree and clawed off as much bark as he could. And then he cut some grass so he could use it as well. Once he finished, his claws picked up a moss ball. He concentrated on it although the rushing water made it hard to. Alas, the cat sparked the moss ball ablaze. His paws felt the flame's warmth yet it didn't hurt him. Almost as if it were instinct, the cat threw it as hard and as well as he could. While it certainly didn't make it far away, it made it a good enough distance from where he stood. He picked up another one and threw it, this time just a bit farther.
After a while, the apprentice had run out of moss balls and started on the bark. It was much more easily flammable yet harder to hold and throw. These attempts didn't go very far but the flames were much larger and brighter. With a heavy sigh, the young cat started on the clumps of grass. They were the hardest to set on fire and to throw but there was a near infinite amount of it.
He quite clearly needed more practice, thus he turned around ready to get something else to set on fire.
With a quick motion, Badgerpaw ran out, speeding on the sides of the cove so his fur wouldn't get any wetter. With a gasp, the young tom finally exited the nightmarish environment that would always haunt him and rested far away from the tumbling water that reached the exit. The apprentice looked on, lost in thought and worry. If he wanted to learn, he had to do it - for his sake and his mother's.
With a shivering sigh, the tom braved another expedition inside the cove; its waters becoming a dark, endless void which ate away at the bright colours that reflected outward. He ran, his paws hitting water almost immediately and he jumped back, his fur on end and hot in embarrassment. His eyes were wide and saddened. He couldn't even get inside the cove properly.
The apprentice debated what to do next, his thrumming heart distracting him from his thoughts. After a while, the young cat finally decided to simply train out there with his fire going towards the cave, towards the water.
Badgerpaw walked close to a mossy rock. With his claws unsheathed, he scraped off some of it which had dried up, enough to create a small ball. He did this for a while until he managed to create a few more. However, he wasn't ready yet. The tom went to a tree and clawed off as much bark as he could. And then he cut some grass so he could use it as well. Once he finished, his claws picked up a moss ball. He concentrated on it although the rushing water made it hard to. Alas, the cat sparked the moss ball ablaze. His paws felt the flame's warmth yet it didn't hurt him. Almost as if it were instinct, the cat threw it as hard and as well as he could. While it certainly didn't make it far away, it made it a good enough distance from where he stood. He picked up another one and threw it, this time just a bit farther.
After a while, the apprentice had run out of moss balls and started on the bark. It was much more easily flammable yet harder to hold and throw. These attempts didn't go very far but the flames were much larger and brighter. With a heavy sigh, the young cat started on the clumps of grass. They were the hardest to set on fire and to throw but there was a near infinite amount of it.
He quite clearly needed more practice, thus he turned around ready to get something else to set on fire.
