Boletyva XIX Zeshvi 21yx
Today was...interesting to say the least. The journey to the boot camp took about four to five hours, so that wasn't bad, but it's only been a day and I miss the other Thundercats already. I know that I get to write home to them and call them soon, so that'll be a small comfort. In the meantime, I've been introduced to my fellow soldiers-to-be and the drill sergeant, and I can safely say that I hate him so much already. However, I've already reached out to the other cats in my battalion and have made a few friends.
I can't say that I'm overly keen on the bathrooms though. I know I'm not usually a recluse, but showering with five other men really puts me right off. Especially the stares I get when they notice my scars and the markings on my shoulders. Some of the people in my barracks have teased me about my clan almost being extinct and being the most traitorous, but very few knew about my ancestry and my clan because I've kept it secret all my life due to the horrible stories told about them.
All of the bloodwork has been completed so I guess that my little secret is out, but that doesn't really matter anyway. I haven't got the Sword of Omens with me, which feels wholly unnatural to me. Plus, my title of Lord of the Thundercats and King of New Thundera doesn't mean anything here - I'm just another soldier that the sergeant has to train.
Anyway, it's lights-out time and I don't really want to get in trouble (yes, I know that sounds lame, maybe I am) so we'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.