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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 4:01:09 GMT
All around him, Badgerpaw could hear the rustling of the leaves as the wind rushed through the branches overhead, The young tom lay in the Sandy Hollow, just taking a few moments to take in the world around him and pondering, but pondering what he couldn't even really tell you. His mind transitioned slowly from one topic to another with little room for pausing. He thought about his father being the leader of the Clan an how he was just starting his training, and how it was about time. He was looking forward to the time when he could not only hold his own against others in a fight, but be able to beat them as well. When he flexed his muscles, he could feel the natural strength he possessed within them, moving the short layer of fur he had over his skin. He knew that he would also need to learn to hunt and in some ways, he didn't mind that either. Hunting prey could be well worth the lessons for he could take away skills from that and apply it to other things. Together between everything, he could see where his true skills lie. Was he a hunter or a fighter? Was he a tracker or a brute? Only time would tell.
He thought now of his mentor, the one that his father had paired him with. They hadn't spent much time together for once in a while she would send another warrior off to train him. He wondered what would happen if he went to Nettlestar and told the leader that his warrior of choice was shirking off her responsibilities. HE wasn't even sure how his father would take it. He figured the leader would have a talk with the warrior he had chosen to train Badgerpaw, but what would be going on beneath the surface? Would he be angry that Mottledpelt wasn't training his son to the best of her abilities? Why would the leader even give him to a warrior who didn't care in he first place? Was he trying to make a point?
The black and white tom sighed and turned over onto his side, his eyes gazing outwards, searching for any signs that a warrior was headed this way and he wondered if Mottledpelt would even show up this time to train him. If she did, he'd be surprised and might even listen to her. Keyword: might. Let the training begin |
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Post by MOTTLEDPELT on May 27, 2014 0:04:18 GMT
302 words - @badgerstorm - sorry its a bit short & i didn't get a chance to proof read haha.
She was in a mood. Well, she was always in a mood, but particularly today. When she'd been assigned as Badgerpaw's mentor, she knew she could only put him off on another warrior so many times before they would get fed up. The time for that to happen had come. The warrior she'd tried to put her apprentice off on today had refused, and had even threatened to have a little chat with Nettlestar. The nerve! Her fur bristled a little just thinking about it. How dare they threaten her like that? When Nettlestar had came to about being a mentor, she'd told him she wasn't interested, but he gave her that 'I know better than you' look, and soon enough she was mentor to his own son. She stalked through the forest, her tail fluffed up. She could hear the tempting scufflings of prey all around her, but she didn't stop to hunt. Today was a day for battle training, and to be honest she didn't even really know what her apprentice knew. Bah! It would look bad on her that he was two months behind, she would need to catch him.
She jumped down into the sandy hollow, making plenty of noise to announce her arrival to the fluffy black and white tom. He looked a lot like his namesake, just as she looked like hers. Sometimes she wished she had gotten his more mild-tempered brother as an apprentice at the very least. She and Badgerpaw had clashed from day one. She sat back on her haunches, wrapping her bushy tail around her paws and regarding him through cool green eyes. "Good to see you, Badgerpaw." She said stiffly. She wasn't actually even sure how to go about his training. She kneaded soft sand under her claws, feeling a little anxious.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2014 1:22:16 GMT
When the scent of a "familiar" feline reached his nose, the tom's tail flickered and he let out a long yawn. In actuality if he were going to say anything to someone else, he would have said that the only thing familiar about the scent was that it was ThunderClsn, but that the portion of it that would have marked its individual feline was as foreign to him as a loner's scent would be. When she finally stepped out from the trees, his eyes roamed over her and for added measures he yawned again.
"Good to see you, Badgerpaw."
The tom stayed where he was and rolled his eyes at her words. He was the one waiting for her, after all. "I should be saying that to you. Gah, I thought for sure I'd die of old age before I was ever graced with the presence of the warrior my father thought would make a good mentor for me." His eyes narrowed in her direction, an there was no kindness in those eyes. He was not known for being the sweet and caring tom. Actually, his Clan-mates didn't even see half of what made him him. Actually, he wasn't even sure that he had delved into the inner depths of his own self yet. Certain moments brought out certain thins in felines, after all. Perhaps not even he has seen all that he was capable of. The only thing he could say for certainty right then and there was that if his mentor wasn't going to take him seriously, there was no way that he would ever take her seriously. After all, just looking at her, he wasn't pleased with what he saw and it made him wonder why his father would have put his own son's training in someone so...careless.
Slowly, his eyes narrowed. Let the training begin |
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Post by MOTTLEDPELT on May 27, 2014 20:15:59 GMT
317 words - @badgerstorm - lol she mad.
As soon as her apprentice opened his mouth, she knew that this would not be a peaceful or fun training session. Why couldn't she have gotten a better apprentice? One without such a temper and disregard for respect. Her ears flattened down to her skull, and she seriously thought about just stalking about of the hollow, but she decided against it. "Very well." She meowed coldly. "Because you are behind in your training, we will continue as normal today, however, for the next week you are not to leave camp. You are to care for the elders and queens, and no cat is to help you. You may only leave camp to scrape moss from the trees, but you may not go far. If you slack on these duties, I will extend the punishment as long as necessary." Her voice remained level, but rigid, through the whole speech. No matter how much she had failed as a mentor so far, she would not allow any cat, especially a flea-ridden apprentice, to speak to her in that manner.
She stood to her paws, approaching him. "Show me what you know, so that I may correct and teach you as necessary." It was not often that Mottledpelt slipped behind a veil of formal correctness and kept her face emotionless. No, had Badgerpaw been a fully trained warrior she would have launched herself at him with a battle screech and attempted to rip his fur right off of his smug face, but as it was she was pretty sure that mentors weren't allowed to behave in such a manner. If he kept pushing her, though... She flicked her ears, as if flicking the thoughts away. She would not harm him. She would not be overly rough with him in this training session. Harsh and impolite as she was, she would not abuse a young cat... No matter how much they deserved it.
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