|| • BUTTERNOSE • || || • project 3 of "Grayscale" • || Even if this is a bit early before her ceremony, this roleplay is based off of the apprenticeship of Honeybee'kit, soon Honeybee'paw. She will not have earned her new name yet. ° • ° ✨.°• First it was opening her eyes. Then her ears. Then it was speaking. Then it was playing. Then it was leaving. Then it was weaving blankets. Every step was an accomplishment, something new. A common thing that all felines- no, animals-experience. Something to show yourself and others that you are capable, and growing into a strong, independent feline. A warrior-to-be. That's what she was, a warrior-to-be. She wasn't sure about this. An apprentice? However exciting the coming ceremony may be, wouldn't.. it be hard work? Not that she was afraid of hard work. She was new, was all. Would she have to slash and cut and prowl and growl right away? She sure hoped not. All the apprentices made their apprenticeship sound exciting, invigorating, a thing to brag about and rub into the faces of those small, hopeless kits with nothing yet to live for. They made life as an apprentice seem like it was the top rank, a leader in the making. And it was, but not for everyone. Not everyone could be leader. However, even with this anxiety, Bee couldn't help but feel... Ecstatic. An apprentice! It would be a lovely and eye-opening experience, something that would lead her to the well-being and easy mentality of a warrior. More importantly, it would get her friends. Honeybee had heard of friends. Thought of friends. It always made her happy, to know that she could have someone she twas not related to, though that was barely anyone. Everyone here seemed to be related to her. Friends, though. Friends, friends... The thought was just overpowering, taking everything not friend related away. Even if she was related to everyone and their parents and uncles, she could still have friends. Her plan to get friends? Well, she knew. It would be bad. So bad. She didn't care. She didn't. A rebel? Fine. A rebel. Honeybee'paw. That would be her name. She would become a warrior of the name Honeybee'weave. She didn't know if that was a real part of a name. She didn't care. She liked that name. That was too far ahead. Honeybee'paw. She would show Dada that she was worth his attention. That she was worth all of it and she would bask in the light of his glory and affection. Then finally, she could have serenity and tranquility with the day, sleeping with zero disturbance of those young kits, who got swamped with the horror of insomnia. That sounded nice. That all sounded so, so nice. || End ||
|| • project 3 of "Grayscale" • || Honeybee srp, no trigger warnings.
