The pale afternoon sun did nothing to warm the backs of those who weren't fortunate enough to have long fur. White cotton balls shifted through the skies not an ounce of snow coming to be seen. It had been a rather long morning for the old apprentice, being asked to go out and face the piles of snows to bring back what she could find for prey. It was her least favorite thing, despite being shy of two moons in becoming a warrior the molly seemed to be the size of a young apprentice. She had barely grown since leaving the nursery and it was well apparent that the feline would only grow another inch or so before she was stuck looking small for the rest of her life. To make up for her short statured she made it up in fur length. Glad to have that extra warmth during the colder season she set out to do her task.
When the sun had made it past midday did she finally decide to turn back for camp only managing to get a bird or two she made the walk back her ears flattened against her skull. Wisteriapaw would have hoped to have found a few more pieces but after awhile she didn't see the reason to keep trying as it was apparent that any creature with a sense of mind wasn't leaving the warmth of their den which this molly wished to be. Pushing through the camp entrance she made her way towards the freshkill pile depositing what she had in its meeker hole. Knowing her mentor wouldn't have much for her to do after this she had decided to head towards the apprentice den. It didn't hurt to get warmed up, perhaps work a few knots in her hind legs or two.
The gray molly hadn't even made it close before she heard her name being called. Letting out a huff the feline turned to see who was bothering her. Her blue hues narrowed as her gaze landed on the light brown tabby tom. He had became a warrior a few moons prior, leaving the den rather quiet since the rest of his siblings also followed suit. Wisteriapaw had grown rather fond of him despite his well messy behaviors. Admittedly she found the rather unique and despite how she felt with the mess afterwards she enjoyed seeing what creations he'd come up with.
Padding over towards the larger tom she let out a soft huff, "Is there anything I can do for you dear? I was just about to go warm up. I've been out all moning in the snow." She whined lightly her gaze resting on his face curious as to what he really needed.
Tumblewave Skyclan Warrior The light brown tabby Maine Coon was staring down at the piece of clay that was laying in front of his paws, his light amber eyes focused on it. The young Skyclan warrior was deep in thought as Tumblewave was staring blankly at it, no expression on his face. Alas, Tumblewave was currently in a funk. As of lately, Tumblewave couldn’t figure out what his latest masterpiece would be. His mother had encouraged him to find some inspiration within butterflies had he wanted to learn how to sculpt the beautiful creatures.. But the tom had felt as if he wasn’t ready to accept a challenging task, as he was the type to get frustrated and completely scrap the project if it didn’t fit to his standards. Tumblewave was a perfectionist, just as his mother Auroraskies.
It wasn’t until the large tom had remembered a story that his uncle, Orion, had shared with him during a gathering. During his loner days, Cometchaser had always found the rarest flowers, even in clan territories (He used to trespass on territories at night in his loner days but don’t tell Firestar that) The massive Black Maine Coon had described the flower, mentioning that it lit up like the stars, a beautiful glowing green flower. The Glowing Lily, that was it’s common nickname. Letting out a long sigh, Tumblewave was thinking for a moment.. Was it a real plant? Or was it just a myth that Orion had used to trick him with? His uncle was quite cheeky at times, he sometimes wondered how many times Goldenrose had threatened to kick him out of their shared nest? It wasn’t until he heard Wisterapaw’s voice that caused him to snap out of his thoughts, before turning to the white and gray molly. A lazy grin appeared on his face when looking down at his friend. Both Wisteriapaw and Tumblewave had developed a great friendship during the end of Tumblewave’s apprenticeship. Both of them were incredibly stubborn, that’s probably why they got along best. Letting out a soft hum, his gaze returned to the clay piece “I’ve been attempting to find my latest muse.. But the problem is.. My possible muse is non-existent.” Tumblewave mused, his eyes narrowed before turning to look at the small molly “Would you mind helping me out? My uncle had mentioned that there’s some glowing flowers.. But I need to figure out where within the territory.” Tumblewave had stood up before shaking his long fur for a moment and turned towards her.