The Beginning {Featherpaw}

[Ghostlight]

For Featherpaw

Ghostlight ducked his head into the very familiar apprentice den - one he had only just upgraded from. He was in no mood to delay. The exciting thrill and crushing stress of being a new warrior was weighing down on his shoulders, but he was determined to be optimistic.

" Featherpaw? Wake up! " He squinted his golden orbs, trying to adjust to the shadows of the den. Ghostlight had been up early, like usual, running until he legs threatened to collapse. But he was back, exercised off his concerns, and was probably too eager to introduce his apprentice to life outside camp.

THERE IS A GHOST HERE

[Featherpaw]

Featherpaw opened her eyes wide enough to see Ghostlight's figure. She got up quickly and groomed herself until she was neat enough to go and train. "I'm up"

OOC: No muse, busy doing a livestream

[Ghostlight]

(All good. You can do short posts, reply whenever)

Ghostlight himself looked awfully scruffy, with sweat stinging his eyes and clumps of salty, wet hair stuck to his skin in an uncomfortable manner. But it didn't faze him too much. With his unusually long legs running was a passion of his, which wasn't very outstanding seeing FireClan cats were renowned for their speed. But in any case, this wasn't the first time he was hot and sweaty and didn't care about what people took from his appearance.

Ghostlight hesitated. His first lesson had been mediocre to say the least. " Close your eyes " He instructed the silvery she-cat

THERE IS A GHOST HERE

[Featherpaw]

Featherpaw closed her eyes like her mentor had instructed. "Uh, now what" Featherpaw asked, standing on all four long legs

[Ghostlight]

Ghostlight kept quiet and started walking, using the tip of his long tail to scarcely touch her nose to lead her. He kept slow, making sure there were no obstructions to trip her. He continued to walk, out the camp entrance onto the hot rolling hills of FireClan. That's when he decided to explain.

" Just keep your eyes closed. Feel the heat, the gusty hot wind, the grass beneath your paws. Smell FireClan "

He tried explaining it like how he saw it. What he felt right now. And so he headed to the most contrasting territory to FireClan. He felt the cold nip his nose, the hot breeze halt, and smelt that clean, crisp IceClan scent that was so familiar to him, yet was probably foreign to the small tabby.

" What Clan is this? "

THERE IS A GHOST HERE

[Featherpaw]

(late, terribly sorry)
Featherpaw kept sniffing, following her mentor. The cold crisp air alerted her senses, and Rainlight had once told her about the scents. "IceClan?" she guessed

[Ghostlight]

( That's fine, but can you try and aim for 100+ words )

Ghostlight nodded, then feeling a little dumb because his apprentice couldn't see him. " You can open your eyes " he commented, absorbing the icy scapes. The pure contrast of territories very seemed to grow old as he felt his eyes widen just a little. But, then again, he'd always been a bit appreciative of this stuff. Then, with a hesitant flick of his unusually long tail he urged his apprentice to close her eyes again, before heading east. This time the air didn't get hotter (that was hard to best FireClan), but instead got stuffier, the air almost thicker, with water almost visible in the air. A cool breeze washed over his face and he pricked his long ears to the bustling sounds of the rainforest.

And he couldn't miss that sweetish, earthy scent. For him, TreeClan was his favourite (aside from FireClan). " Guess "

THERE IS A GHOST HERE