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Post by ELISE on Feb 20, 2011 3:11:49 GMT -5
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I felt only mildly cruel for waking my apprentice up before dawn, but what we were getting ready to do needed to be done before the rest of the clan was up and moving. I waited with a patience that was not known of me. Normally, I demanded of them to follow me now or risk not learning what needed to be learned, but today, I was feeling almost kind. My tail was wrapped around my paws and I was staring at the blades of grass before me. A snake bathed in the predawn sun, but dared not come close for the fact that a big tom cat was sitting here waiting for it to make the wrong move. The tip of my tail twitched and flicked in the summer breeze and my ears caught everything, moving from side to side easily. This made me think of my own time as an apprentice. I’d been eager to learn and some days, it felt like the young ones now didn’t care if they learned it or not. Well, those that didn’t better watch out if they get stuck with me. I was a mild manner cat, until you made me mad, then you better watch yourself.
When I had been young, I’d been trained well. I’d worked hard and always lived up to what I believed a warrior should live up to be. I’d heard all the stories, of the cats of old, but the one that really stuck was the one about Firestar. He was like me. He was a kittypet who became a warrior. That’s what I wanted to be. I wanted to do amazing things; I wanted to make the world a better place, but that all took time. Rainstorm had always told me she thought I might be of his blood, but I didn’t believe it. She said I was strong like he had been, but I always had to ask myself if she really knew these things. Rainstorm was always wise and usually right all of the time. I wasn’t sure if that was enough this time. Maybe I’d been guided to this clan because of him. Maybe he had been what told the leader not to kill me, but to take me in and keep me safe. I let out a sigh and turned my attention back to the world before me. I needed to draw myself out of the past and focus on the present.
My mind was still off in la la land, but I did notice the snake had braved a move forward. I could hear it coming closer and closer. My head turned and I watched it with poison green eyes. As soon as it was within range, I shot out a paw and sliced my claws acrossed it. The thing was dead within seconds of being hit. I hated snakes more than I hated anything else. They would find out I was a deadly foe to be messing with and that I wasn’t about to let them think they could run my home in any way shape or form. I growled low in my throat, eyes narrowing and ears pinning flat. My tail lashed angrily about me before I finally settled my emotions and went back to gazing ahead of myself, waiting for Cloverpaw to get her little rump here before I marched all the way back to camp and dragged her out here by the scruff. Yes, I know that didn’t sound too nice, but I wasn’t about to waste my time sitting here waiting for the little scrap of fur. Don’t think that’s too mean. I had nastier words I could be using.
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Post by amber on Feb 23, 2011 17:15:17 GMT -5
Cloverpaw padded slowly out of the apprentices den, her orange pelt shaking the remaining dust particles off. The she-cat apprentice was already somewhat up when her mentor had came to awaken her, and being up early didn't bother her.
She felt a slight bit of hunger as she looked around the camp. Maybe Ivypaw would around, and they could talk for a bit. Then again, it wouldn't surprise her if Ivypaw had been up for a while, that cat seemed to never sleep, always trying to keep her paws busy. Chuckling to herself her eyes looked toward the nursery and she wondered if Hollykit was awake. She probably was, and waiting for something to eat. Then again, the tiny kit probably wasn't awake yet, it was still quite early, or maybe she was spending the day with Ivypaw. It didn't matter to Cloverpaw what her sisters were doing, just so long as they were safe. Maybe she could try and catch Hollykit something to eat while she is out training.
Deciding to take a quick peak at the nursery before heading out, and making sure her youngest sister was comfortable, Cloverpaw poked her head in and didn't see the tiny little red pelt of her sister. Frowning, she made her way over toward the medicine cat den. She hoped Hollykit was in here, if not the kit would have plenty of explaining to do, that is if she could talk. Looking inside her other sister's den she spotted Ivypaw actually asleep. Treating all the sick cats must have really worn her out. She also noticed the pelt of her baby sister, curled deep into Ivypaw's side. Good, at least the kit was staying out of trouble. Backing out of the den so she wouldn't disturb them anymore, she padded out of camp.
Running quickly, to make up for lost time, she caught the scent of her mentor, and followed after him. She was careful to keep her senses alert for the snakes in the area, knowing it was known to be quite full of them. Finally spotting her mentor, the she-cat padded to him. "Morning Ghostheart." she mewed.
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Post by ELISE on Feb 24, 2011 19:07:29 GMT -5
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I wasn’t one of those cats who liked the morning. I was a highly grumpy fellow and it took me awhile to become more cheerful. Well, I wasn’t in the mood to wait for too long and my tail lashed from side to side behind me. A low growl rose in my throat. Really, how long did it take one apprentice to get to a meeting place? Yes, I knew Cloverpaw looked after her sisters, but my mind was in no mood to think about that this early. My ears were pinned to my head, but that throaty growl had died down to a noiseless rumble in my chest. I wasn’t sure how I felt about my apprentice seeing how grumpy one feline could be when they decided to get themselves up before their normal hour. Yes, I was a loyal, hard working tom, but I liked my sleep and I’d chosen to get up early and hoped that my apprentice would not be long getting to me. Well, she’d been awhile now and I was growing impatient. I could just see my reaction to something she might say to me. This was going to be one long and hard morning.
My mind began to wonder and I thought about Cinderfrost. I’d been a fool. Made an idiot of myself right in front of her. I was crazy to think that anyone would want a two-legs pet for a mate. This only fouled my mood more, but my mind would not leave it be until I’d thought about it so much I was likely to go insane. I’d been swept up in the moment. That’s what I kept telling myself anyways. I knew it wasn’t true, deep down in my heart and buried somewhere in my mind. I was lying to myself to make me feel better. It wasn’t really doing what I had hoped it would do, but I would just continue telling myself false stories and other such things. Even as I told myself this, all I could think about was her beautiful coat and those proud blue-green eyes. She captivated me and drew me in. I didn’t want to feel this way after the rejection I’d felt yesterday. Yes, I’d felt that before, but never in such a harsh way. It’s like she killed a bit of my being with that rejection that she’d given me. Never have I felt helpless. As I do now.
Cloverpaw came into my line of sight and said her greeting. The look on my face could have peeled paint, but I shook if off and rose. “Morning Cloverpaw.” The words were briskly said, I wasn’t known for being anything, but straight forward with those I was training, “Today we’ll be hunting, or well, learning to hunt.” I rose from the spot I’d been sitting and padded forward. “We’re going to be playing with some of the snakes that can’t, well, kill you. If any that can show up, I’ll deal with them.” There was a note of humor to my voice. I’d always had a love of playing with these snakes. “Anything else that we find, you’ll learn how to hunt as well. You’ll also be showing me what you know.” I gave my instructions as I always gave them, swiftly and without fail. I didn’t sit back and laze, letting my apprentice learn it all on their own. No, I worked them to the bone and corrected them when they did something wrong. Sure, I could be a bit snippy about it, but otherwise I was pretty easy to deal with.
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Post by amber on Mar 1, 2011 17:16:49 GMT -5
Cloverpaw was glad that she had gotten a mentor who knew how to get straight to the point and not just waste idle time. She liked learning what she needed/had to know, and anything else was just fluff. When it came to her training, this apprentice was ready to do what was asked of her. It was a good thing memorizing was one of her specialties. If not training with Ghostheart could be quite difficult. When she padded to her mentor she nodded swiftly to him. It looked like he was ready to get going. Good, it meant she could do her training, then possibly spend time with her sisters.
Sitting down carefully, she curled her tail around her paws and listened to what she would be doing today. Hunting! How exciting! She could catch something for Hollykit maybe! Letting him continue without interruption, she listened to the rest of what he had to say. So they would be playing with snakes today. Great, she didn't really particularly like snakes, her youngest sister did. When one of the apprentices had brought a dead one back to camp, Hollykit had shown no fear. Grinning at the memory, Cloverpaw turned her attention back to Ghostheart. She nodded, she would show him exactly what she knew. She was much better at hunting than fighting, though she wasn't too bad when it came to fighting.
"Sounds like a plan. Just let me know when and where to begin." Cloverpaw said, excited to get started, her tail twitching with anticipation.
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Post by ELISE on Mar 21, 2011 23:48:59 GMT -5
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I could feel my nerves grating on each other while I waited. I hated, HATED waiting this long. My lush tail lashed from side to side and one could describe my look as an angry owl. It wasn’t just that my pose looked like one, but the way my eyes were half closed it just fit. My coat was fluffed up to the max and I just looked plan ready to take someone out. Which was true; I probably would have taken the out the next cat to come up to me if it wasn’t my apprentice. I hated this. I’d hated it when I was the one being trained and I hated it now when I was the trainer. I had my own unique way of doing things because I was so large and well, teaching others the way a smaller cat should learn things was hard. I wasn’t a force to be messed with. Ever. Well, I guess I couldn’t really complain. She was here. I was just whining, which was typical of me so long as it was only to myself and no one else. It was time to get to work and I knew that I needed to get to work with her or I would laze out in the end.
With a quick shake of my head, I brought myself from my thoughts and focused on Cloverpaw. “Well, show me what you know and as we go along, I’ll correct or change things.” I shrugged a slow shoulder before coming up to her side. Wow, I did tower. “We won’t start out going after actual snakes or pray, but you can pretend. Act like something is there and show me exactly what you would do. When you ‘see’ you’re pray tell me what it is and explain how you would go about catching it. I know you won’t actually do that when you really start hunting, but for now do it without question. You’ll see why I’m making you do it soon enough.” I spoke in a matter of fact tone. I’d been trained in this way and had soon realized that even if I wasn’t speaking it out loud, I was thinking about it as I went through the steps. It had make hunting like a second nature to me. It made me feel more accomplished in the things that I could do for my clan. No more of that lost and lonely attitude.
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Post by amber on Apr 10, 2011 14:09:32 GMT -5
Cloverpaw nodded, her previous mentor had taught her very little, and she barely had gotten into training before her mentor had went to live the life of a kittypet. It was somewhat ironic. First her sister's mentor passes away, and not too long after her own mentor disappeared. The siblings just couldn't get away from death. It was like everywhere they went or whatever they tried their best at....First their brother, then their father and other brother, then their mother, and the rest of Hollykit's litter, then their mentors. They must attract death. Hopefully their little sister wouldn't have as awful luck. So this lesson would techincally probably be her first 'real' lesson. Her previous mentor had really been a joke, never training her. Finally a mentor that knew what he was doing!
What Ghostheart was saying made sense, if she continued to repeat what her plan of action was, she would remember it better and it would just become a second nature to her. She was a pretty smart cat, and she didn't really hide it. She wasn't cocky or anything, she just knew when to shut her mouth. Her mentor didn't have to worry about asking questions...Cloverpaw wasn't one to question what she was told, she just did it.
"May I try practice hunting a rabbit first?"This would probably be the only question she asked, for now. Cloverpaw got onto her paws ready to begin and spotted where her first 'target' would be, once she knew if it was alright.
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