A Brave New World~p, Vixenpaw

The day was bright, the sky clear and blue. A layer of glittering frost coated every surface, shining in the crisp air below the morning sun, and every Riverclanner’s breath could be clearly seen clouding the air. It was beautiful, in a dangerous sort of way. It was the sort of beauty that could kill you if you didn’t respect it. Onyxpool grinned, her thick fur insulating her from the worst of the cold. It was a day for doing something, for exploring the leafbare changes to their territory. In fact, the warrior could think of a place that might be particularly amusing to anyone so inclined... Casting around, the warrior spotted a young apprentice, and her grin widened. She wondered how much exploring Vixenpaw had been able to do, with things so tense. ”Good morning,” she meowed, padding over to the apprentice. ”How much have you explored since you were apprenticed? There’s a place I think you might enjoy,” she meowed, tone joyful and friendly.

.Vixenpaw.  

Onyxpool grinned widely, her eyes sparkling with humor. ”Sorry about your mentor, I’m sure you’ll be a great warrior even if they slack a bit,” she responded, empathy in her voice. She turned to leave camp, flicking her tail in an inviting gesture as she went. ”I don’t know if we’ve met formally. Vixenpaw, right? I’m Onyxpool,” she meowed, just making sure that the apprentice wasn’t confused by her identity or presence.

Onyxpool shrugged as she padded into the territory, before thinging for a moment. ”It’s hard to say,” she said, before tossing in a few guesses. ”Maybe Vixenfur? Vixenpelt? Vixenheart? No, that’s insulting, that wouldn’t do. Maybe Vixensong, or Vixencloud, or Vixenstorm. It’s hard to guess the mind of my sister, but I bet whatever it is will be beautiful,” she mused aloud, before concluding with a more decisive statement. They were headed towards a fairly large patch of marshy, puddle strewn land that was now frozen over into a fairly slick surface, broken by reeds and some juts of frozen mud.

Onyxpool nodded at the apprentic’s comment. I’m sure you’ll meet and her exceed every expectation, no matter your name, she encouraged, before turning her attention to the ice. She noted the startled look on the apprentice’s face, and concern flashed through her mind as it occured to the large she-cat that she had no idea how timid Vixenpaw was. Oh well, nothing for it now. The puddles very, so it’s frozen solid. Perfectly safe to walk on, but nice and slippery, plus there’s reeds. Here, check this out, the warrior meowed, stopping a few paces from the ice, then, bygetting a running start and locking her legs at the last second, she went skidding across the rough ice. She only went two or three tail lengths before the dirt on the other side was ready to stop her. She grabbed a reed in her mouth on her way by, and it threw her weight off so she spun a bit before coming to a stop. She hadn’t gone far, because the individual puddles were not terribky large, and the sight of the bulky she-cat sliding like a kit was probably comical, but the grin on her face indicated she was thoroughly enjoying herself. It’s fun, if you want to try it, she encouraged with a bright eyed grin. If not, we can move on, she added.