Post by .:Lion:. on Feb 6, 2012 11:08:17 GMT -5
Dew clung to the reeds over the young tom's head, dripping down on him and plastering his fur into little spikes around his ears. The effect rather accentuated his naturally sullen expression, making him look perturbed at best. But though his face looked less than kind, Vaporpaw was actually in quite a cheerful mood given the bad weathering and the cold water seeping into his coarse grey fur. He moved out of the apprentice's den and into the camp with a sort of stomp, which to him felt only natural but to others it seemed to add to his disagreeableness. The young tom sat down outside the apprentice's den and began washing himself with quick, aggressive strokes of his tongue, smoothing his wild fur until he looked somewhat presentable. His expression still spoke something of malcontent, but such was the face Vaporpaw was born with. Inside, he was just eager to start the day. He resolved to catch some nice prey for the elders, if hunting was in his stars that day. If not, he'd work hard to master any battle moves he was taught. If he was stuck in camp then he'd do his best to help where he could. Although these thoughts were running through his head, his face remained as stoic and unapproachable as ever. No cat knew that Vaporpaw was actually kind and loyal. It didn't seem to fit with his severe looks, but it was the way he had been born and the way he'd always be. And if no cat ever wanted to be his friend, he really couldn't do anything about that. Vaporpaw straightened and tried to look dignified as he waited for his mentor or some other cat to tell him what to do.