to find the white forest was easy for the young tom. he had been a renown hunter by the time he was eight moons old, a fighter - less could be say on that. for the young tom, as he padded through the territory - advised by his uncle to go ahead so he could observe him in the territory - was surprised to find himself at ease and peace with his own personal time. while usually hidden beneath his mother's paws, sunpaw found he was enjoying the crisp age of 12 moons, knowing his time to become a warrior was nearing.
little did he know he needed a bit more work in areas that he absolutely detested. i can't believe he wants to train me to fight! why can't he teach me to be a peace treaty? the young tom asked with a huff as he scuffed a paw against a rock before him. with a sigh internally, the orange tom moved forward once more - not sure if his uncle and mentor was watching him truly. he could almost recall how he had been chewed out not that long ago for interrupting his uncle's private moment with his deputy.
'what he sees in the granddaughter of the crazy harestar... maybe uncle spirit is going insane.' the younger tom thought as he leap over a fallen tree at the edge of the forest, a location he was told to wait at for spiritstar to catch up. sitting on the log, the tom perked his ears and listen intently for his mentor's footsteps or black and white pelt. green eyes flickering across the moors, he finally spotted a hint of what he assumed to be his mentor in the distant. with a grin, the tom leap to his paws and meowed loudly for his mentor to come to him.
SHORT BUT HERE WE GOOOOOO