Maybe today. Maybe. Hmm... Micapaw stared up at the sky with eyes almost the exact same hue as the heavens. The tom turned and drew his tongue over his silvery pelt, breifly closing his eyes. The apprentice lifted his tail, turning his face back upward. The light illuminated his features, his high cheekbones, wide eyes and strong jaw. Micapaw blinked and turned to look forward. Maybe today - just maybe. Maybe he'd be granted a new mentor today. Micapaw gave a tiny sigh, this not large enough to bring his mood down to a pessimistic level. The grey coated apprentice remembered the past three days. On each morning he had repeated the very same mantra, over and over, in his head. So far it had not worked. But... But... Maybe... Just maybe...
"What are you doing there, Micapaw?" came a voice that could have been mistaken for a skylark's.
Blackfrost exited her apothecary and padded on white and black paws over to the apprentice. She stretched for a moment and looked down upon the tom, smiled pleasantly. She needed an apprentice. Perhaps she would ask Dovestar about Micapaw.
The ivory and sable female sat down by the tom's side and began grooming her paw. Her stomach growled. Perhaps she would go get something to eat now that she had a break. Hollowstripe had come down with a cold and was in the medicine den.
The two sky blue eyes turned upright again, as a gentle voice reached his ears. The silvery-grey and white tabby tom smiled as he recognized Blackfrost, the medicine car. Micapaw straightened up, dipping his head in respect and politeness. The she-cat looked tired. Micapaw narrowed his eyes in sympathy. Blackfrost was bound to be busy - he knew Hollowstripe had come down with a cold. Micapaw licked his striped shoulders, hoping tha nobody else would become ill. They could not afford to lose cats. "Not much," Micapaw mewed, in his cheery tones. The apprentice noticed that no prey scent clung to the medicine cat's pelt; he guessed she had not eaten. Climbing immediatly to his paws, Micapaw padded towards the fresh kill pile. Selecting a starling, he carried it back to Blackfrost. He dropped it at her paws. "Here."
Blackfrost returned the apprentice's smile gently and gave him a pleased glance when he offered the starling. "Why, thank you," she said, smiling humbly at the tom before bending over to neatly eat the prey. The scent filled her nose and made her mouth water as the tender flesh slid down her throat.
When she finished her meal, she buried the little bones in the dirt and then turned to Micapaw once more. He was such a kind little tom. "Micapaw," she said to him. "Has Dovestar given you a mentor yet?" She groomed her muzzle.