Stormheart woke up bright and early, stretching out in a very nice stretch. It was still a little chilly out because the sun was just coming up, but he didn't care. The long-legged tom stepped around all of the other warriors in the den, careful to not trod on someones tail or paw and greeted the early morning with a large yawn. Today, he felt like a giddy apprentice on his first day of training. It was his first day of training, but not for himself. Russetstar had given him the new apprentice Breezepaw to train, and he was so excited that he had woken up early. His first apprentice! He could hear birds singing as they flew overhead of the pretty much deserted camp, as everyone else was sleeping. He knew that it would be rather mean to wake up Breezepaw up so early, but he hadn't been able to sleep after he had woken up. He was just too excited. Wanting to let the sun come up a little more, he sat down and gave his silver tabby pelt a thorough washing before standing and heading across camp to the apprentices den. He stuck his head inside the den, and heard the soft snoring of the apprentices. "Breezepaw! Time to get up! Training starts today!" Stormheart called into the den softly, trying his hardest not to wake up the other young cats. He sat in front of the den, his pale green eyes glowing and his tail twitching excitedly.
Post by *Midnightsoul* on May 5, 2012 12:27:42 GMT -6
Breezepaw lay in the apprentices' den, his paws curled in the air. The tom purred lightly, engulfed within a dream. He was running on a beautiful greenleaf day through the moors of WindClan territory, the scent of rabbit making him drool. He chased the plump, hopping creature. When he'd almost caught it, a voice roused him from his sleep. "Huh?" Breezepaw muttered, rolling to sit up. "Oh, training!" He whispered happily to himself, quickly washing his pelt before stretching and trotting out to go with his mentor. "What are we doing first?" Breezepaw asked, his blue eyes showing a twinkle of excitement. The tom tried hard not to knead the ground. He had to be mature and strong, as he was an apprentice, after all. I wonder if Graypaw and Littlepaw have started their training? Breezepaw asked in his mind. In his rushing to get out, trying not to make his mentor wait, he hadn't looked to see if either of his littermates were in their nests or not.
Stormheart flicked his tail as Breezepaw emerged from the den. The tom could tell that the apprentice was excited, even if he tried to hold it in. He stood up and smiled. "Good morning, Breezepaw." He meowed, his tone light and happy. "I figured I could show you around the territory a bit, and then perhaps we could try a few fighting moves." He purred, standing up and signaling with his tail for his apprentice to follow him. "I know most mentors don't start with fighting on the first day of training, but I figured we could start on hunting another day when the prey is more lively. After all, New-Leaf has just barely arrived." Stormheart meowed, turning around to face Breezepaw. "That is, unless you want to start out with hunting?" He asked, smiling slightly. The day was nice, and it didn't matter what sort of training they did as long as they got something done. After all, it was still pretty early in the morning. They had a lot of time to get things done.
Post by *Midnightsoul* on May 5, 2012 14:55:00 GMT -6
"Morning, Stormheart!" Breezepaw meowed, embarrassed that he hadn't said it first. He dipped his head to his mentor, "okay!" He meowed happily. Breezepaw tended to be quite easygoing most of the time, and he shrugged, following his mentor, "I don't mind what we start with. It's up to you." With my size, I'm probably a better fighter. I'm also kinda clumsy when I pounce. "So, Stormheart, what are you best in?" The gray tom looked over at his mentor, curiosity filling his blue eyes.
Stormheart smiled when his apprentice told him that it didn't matter what they did first. "Alright then! Fighting practice it is." He meowed cheerfully. Reaching the end of the camp, the silver tom went through the camp entrance, shaking his paws as the early-morning dew soaked into them. As much as he liked the water, he only liked it when it was hot outside. And it certainly wasn't warm. He held his head high as he led Breezepaw into the territory. Stormheart smiled when the apprentice asked him what he was best in. "I'm best at fighting, if I do say so myself." He admitted, looking back at Breezepaw to see his eyes were full with curiosity. "I can catch prey well, but not fast prey like rabbits. I'm much better at patrolling the borders than going on hunting patrols." He said with a sigh, then laughed. "But every warrior has his weaknesses. You can make up from those weaknesses by honing the things you are good at, instead of worrying over it. Then you'll excel at the things you do best." Stormheart explained to Breezepaw, his green eyes glowing in happiness. It felt so right to be passing on his knowledge to another cat. He turned to his apprentice, smiling. "What do you think you will be good at?" The silver tabby asked the grey apprentice, his voice friendly.
Post by *Midnightsoul* on May 9, 2012 11:52:55 GMT -6
Breezepaw listened intently. The words that Stormheart was sharing would probably be stuck in his mind for a very, very long time. The tom was glad to finally be an apprentice; to finally be able to learn and absorb as much information as he could about the life he'd live as a Clan cat.
Breezepaw held his mouth shut until he was asked what he though he'd be good at. At that moment, Breezepaw stopped for a few moments, left forepaw in the air as he'd stopped midstep, "I've the size and muscles for battle, although I prefer peace. I'm not too good at hunting because I can't run as fast as most WindClan cats. So, battle, I suppose." All in all, Breezepaw was good in battle, although he'd probably rather be a better hunter. However, he really couldn't decide which he'd rather be, so he decided to do as Stormheart advised and hone what he was good at, rather than worrying.
Stormheart nodded at his apprentice's reply. "Not all cats are gifted at the things they like best. I know many that are very good at fighting but prefer peace, just like you." He meowed encouragingly, trying to make Breezepaw feel confident in his skills. "I am pretty good at fighting, and I love to fight." He said thoughtfully, looking at the grey apprentice with sincere eyes. "But I know when it's best not to fight. Perhaps you can use your skills to stop unnecessary battles instead of encourage them?" The silver tabby offered to his apprentice, continuing further into the territory. Coming around a well-known bush, the tom stopped and turned around to Breezepaw, sitting on his haunches. "What can you scent from here?" He asked the apprentice, his gaze studying him carefully.
Post by *Midnightsoul* on Jun 1, 2012 17:06:28 GMT -6
Breezepaw blinked, contemplating the words that had just been spoken. His gaze brightened considerably, "that's a pretty good idea! Using my skills to stop the battles makes sense!" Breezepaw's tail waved high into the air. That's a perfect idea! I'm going to learn a lot from Stormheart; the leader made a good choice. Following his mentor, Breezepaw gazed happily around the territory. As he was just apprenticed, he'd never been out of camp before, and boy did the tom think the sights of WindClan's territory were beautiful! The apprentice could also, though barely, see the cave to the Moonstone. I hope I get to go there one day.. Breezepaw thought eagerly.
Breezepaw approached the bush, pale pink nose twitching as he scented it. "Well, there's our scents on it, and maybe a little rabbit?" Stepping back, the apprentice rose his head, "if you mean around, then still WindClan scent and a little bit of rabbit." Suddenly realizing he'd basically said the same thing, Breezepaw looked down at his paws, "I uhh... don't have a good nose, really. My sight's sharper."
Stormheart grinned crookedly when his apprentice admitted that he wasn't the best at scent. Even so, the young tom had got down some of the scents, and this was his first time out of camp. "Correct! Along with Windclan scent and rabbit, I can also scent a very stale scent of fox. It's been long gone, though. The last thing we need in camp is a fox." He told Breezepaw, and stood up to stretch. "Don't worry, your sense of smell will get better during your training. You'll learn many scents today, so prepare your nose!" The silver tabby laughed, and beckoned with his tail for the grey tom to follow him as he started walking again. He figured he would teach Breezepaw Shadowclan's scent first, since it would be easiest to learn. Their scent was easy to remember, and the tom recalled the first time he had took a wiff of the nasty smell. He swore to Starclan that his nose hurt for a few days. When they reached the border, the tabby stood warily away from the scent markers, making sure they didn't get too close. After all, Shadowclan were well-known for their fearsome border patrols. One accidental paw over the border and they'd jump on any cat like a pack of wolves. Pale green eyes looked at Breezepaw, and Stormheart smiled. "This scent," He began, indicating with his tail towards the scent markers, "Is Shadowclan. Their scent was the easiest for me to remember as an apprentice. It smells like crow-food, and stands out from everything else." The tom told his apprentice, playfully sticking out his tongue in a sign of disgust. He smiled warmly at the apprentice, some of the fur on his back sticking up. The Shadowclan border really creeped him out. "Any questions?" He asked Breezepaw.