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Dec 23, 2019 0:33:09 GMT
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[attr="class","banditttttt2"] Begrudgingly, the small flame-point she untangled herself from her sister’s side where the ginger tabby lay sleeping peacefully. The warmth of her sibling quickly faded from her pelt and the cross-eyed femme sighed as she blinked sleep from her eyes. She’d gone to bed early to make sure she’d be ready for this training session, but now as she looked down at her sleeping siblings all she wanted to do was curl herself back into bed. Huffing as she wove slowly between her sleeping denmates and carefully scaled down the trees before landing silently at the base, her claws kneading the roots. Stifling a yawn, the young cat looked around for their white mentor, frustrated that the way the moon reflected off the snow at her feet - casting a misty aura across the ground and making her already unclear vision even worse.

Squinting her eyes against the light, the little femme rose to her feet, suddenly realizing how grateful she was that the bright snow made seeing the roots easier to see. Normally, she’d have twisted a paw over them, but she was able to sidestep them completely, only to run right into a mass of white she hadn’t seen out of her peripheral vision. Jolting, her pelt fluffed and she spun her head up to see the tom she’d been looking for. Sheepishly, she grinned and pressed her ears close to her head. “Good morning, Goosesnap.” She said sweetly.
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Dec 24, 2019 16:05:48 GMT
` goosesnap:
Having an apprentice at the mere age of seventeen moons? It surely sounded like a story his grandfather would have told, but now he would be the subject. Goosesnap had hardly slept, to tell the truth. Rest was a hard thing to come by since he had been gifted the apprentice from Spiritstar - thank Starclan for Spiritstar! - and of course he had become quite unbearable to be around what with his tendency to brag when given a valid reason.

The sun dappled across his paws as it rose, bringing a bright smile to his face as the rays warmed his pelt. Without hesitation, he leaped to his snow white paws and pranced to the edge of the den. Sure, he stepped on a few tails here and there, but Goosesnap was a mentor now and had greater worries in the clan than that. Their curses tickled his ear, and the warrior contemplated stepping back to give them a piece of his mind. But no, he glanced back out at the camp outside and remembered Cloverpaw. 

The tom stumbled out of the den with the sun kissing his face as he emerged. Birds chirped wonderfully in the mid-morning air and Goosesnap trotted over to where the apprentices slept. In the tangle of pelts, it was nearly impossible to make out a single cat. He almost poked one cream cat that remained cuddled and quiet in their sleep, but as they rolled over, Goosesnap realized that was, in fact, not Cloverpaw. 

"Cloverpaw!" he meowed in request. He turned to face the entrance to the camp as the dawn patrol returned. A wave of his tail greeted them, though he doubted they had seen him. He, when no one acknowledged him, shook his tail with more vigor and furrowed his brow. It hurt, being ignored. But they were probably just jealous of his insane mentoring skills.  Oh right, Cloverpaw.

He turned back to see the she-cat barreling into him. An oof of surprise escaped him. He wasn't sure if it was a hug or if she just hadn't seen him, or if maybe her dream had compelled her to the dark side. Whatever the reason, she stepped back nervously with a small grin and greeting. 

"Cloverpaw. Hello. We have to work on that coordination. Can't have you running like that into enemies in battle." he explained to her. He sat down with a small smile of his own. "So, what are you feeling like doing today?"

The question hung in the air and he cleared the snow behind him with a swish of his tail. "I've decided today is apprentice-choice day. It's your day to control, get it?"
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Dec 28, 2019 19:26:41 GMT
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[attr="class","banditttttt2"] Cloverpaw was quite used to running into things, so much so that her little nose was covered in little scars from the times she’d crashed into bushes and twigs and pierced the skin. But Goosesnap seemed patient with her clumsy nature - thankfully - and she quickly sat down before him, mimicking his posture and settling into the snow. Thankful for her fluffy pelt that kept the cold from getting too close to her skin, the flame-point apprentice tilted her head in response to his comment about enemies and offering a playful giggle. “It’d surprise them. Maybe that’s my angle.” She said, offering a grin before turning her attention upward toward the graying sky.

He mentioned she’d get to choose what they did today - called it ‘apprentice-choice day’ even - and Cloverpaw wondered instantly if Lilypaw or Aloepaw ever got to pick their own curriculum. She doubted it, Goosesnap was pretty cool in that aspect. Her adventurous side seemed to quell only slightly with the prospect of being able to choose what they did today - it meant that unlike other days her mind wouldn’t be in the clouds daydreaming of the world outside of MoorClan’s borders.

Pondering his question for a moment or two, the she-cat finally turned her blues back to her mentor’s face, the soft cross of her eyes more evident when she tried to look at things straight on. “Can we go hunting in the white forest?” She asked, the mention of prey bringing a large angry growl from her abdomen, which she tried to hide by crossing her forepaws in front of her. It was no surprise that MoorClan’s prey was running short so she knew that hunting was the best use of her time - and the white forest was the furthest part of their territory though she seldom got to spend time there alone.
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