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Post by | COMRADE | on Jun 19, 2009 12:10:38 GMT -5
A dark russet-furred tom crouched beside the warriors den, quietly grooming his pelt and pulling out scraps of moss from his sleep. Only when his fur was glossy and completely shiny did he sit up and start padding towards the apprentice's den, his long bushy tail catching tons of dust from the ground. As he stuck his nose into the entrance of the apprentice's den, he called for one cat in particular. "Lilypaw!" He spoke quietly so his commanding meow did not wake every cat in the camp. "Get up. It's tie for training," he quickly stepped away from the den and padded across the clearing, amber eyes flashing around as he gazed at the entrance of camp. He longed to b out in the territory, training his apprentice and reaching her warrior skills. |
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Post by Lilypaw on Jun 19, 2009 12:58:17 GMT -5
Lilypaw was dreaming of a chasing a water vole when she heard his voice break through her sleep. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and stretched, yawning. She glanced about for her mentor, Russetstorm. She couldn't see him but she pranced out into the camp anyways. She met him happily purring and quickly did a soft rub of her muzzle across his cheek as a good morning. They had just been assigned to each other last night and so she was eager to start her training.
"Are we going to start our training today, Russetstorm?" She asked between licks of her little cream paw.
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Post by | COMRADE | on Jun 19, 2009 13:10:23 GMT -5
The soft mew of his apprentice made him twitch his hears and turn his head, and he glanced down at the little cream-furred she-cat. "Good morning, Lilypaw," he purred, flicking her ears with his long tail. "Yes, we are. Today we're going to the river, near Stepping-Stones to do some fishing. And if we catch enough for the elders and queens we'll do some battle training after," he told her, beginning to head towards the exit of the camp. His entire life he had wanted to train an apprentice of his own, teaching them everything he had ever learned. He had always loved his mentor and respected the cat who gave him the skills he had now, and he wanted to teach those skills to this young she-cat. |
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Post by Lilypaw on Jun 19, 2009 13:31:51 GMT -5
"Fish! I love fish!" Lilypaw had never caught a fish before and she felt excitement buzz through her entire tiny body. She quickly hurried to catch up with her mentor, her pace faster than his as her small body needed to work overtime time to keep up with the old cats walking pace. But she never felt put out when she had to work so hard, it just spurred her to work harder and she was soon almost ahead of Russetstorm.
Reaching the exit, Lilypawsent one glance back at the quiet camp where the beginning of the cats were starting to stir and one thought crossed her mind, just how slow they were.
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Post by | COMRADE | on Jun 19, 2009 13:47:39 GMT -5
Russetstorm's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Yes, fish," he purred, quickening his pace enough to keep just a paw step ahead of her. As they padded through he kept an eye out for other cats, and his senses trained on any smell of intruders. Everything was silent as he approached the stepping rocks of that split the river between Thunderclan and Riverclan territory. His lip curled slightly as the scent of Thunderclan washed through his mouth. Thunderclan didn't really smell bad, just really musty with a dull smell of the forest floor. Out of all the other clans he'd rather be on Thunderclan territory than smell the stench of Shadowclan or the odd tang of Windclan. He didn't really like Thunderclan cats as friends but they were very respectful and there was rarely a quarrel over the borders ever since the old leader had died, who had been more of a fighter than a thinker. They had reached the stepping stones. Russetstorm peered into the water, watching the flashes of silver rush by, and glanced back at Lilypaw. "Come here but be quiet. The fish are scared easily. Try not to cast a shadow on the water or they'll hide," he told her. |
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