Post by Moondust on Nov 23, 2008 13:57:11 GMT -5
Achilles was almost six moons and was eager to get on with becoming an apprentice. The tom was ready to move away from life as a kit and serve what was now his family: the band. Achilles did not have a mother or father they had abandoned him at birth so now he was left with the Band. And that is what he thought of as his family. Most cats though would not think that of the youngster. The Tom was the one who was always a little too curious and got himself into mischief. It wasn't because he wanted to be bad but he just seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time doing the wrong thing. Achilles matured faster then other kits so he was smarter and wanted to know more about what was going on in the world around him. But the clan did not seem to trust him enough to give him an apprenticeship. So here was Achilles a young, healthy cat who was misunderstood by everyone around him. He was the bad cat, the sour apple that no cat wanted.