stormy mornings [private//stormpaw]

[Olivefrost]

Stormpaw

Olivefrost was up with the sun--as usual. After all, it wasn't like the olive-eyed warrior got much sleep, a flaw of hers that she never bothered to correct since it didn't seem to affect her health (to her knowledge, that is). She quietly made her way of the warrior's den, her small frame easily maneuvering through the mass of newly-made cats that had just set up their nests the night before. She stretched as she got outside, relishing in the crisp morning air.

Quickly, she made her way towards the apprentice's den. "Stormpaw," the she-cat mewed, her voice normal volume--ignoring the fact that she could possibly wake up apprentices that were not hers, "wake up. It's time for training." Olivefrost abruptly left the den after the announcement, instead waiting for her apprentice next to the fresh-kill pile with her tail neatly wrapped around her paws while she scoured the pile for an acceptable breakfast.

[Stormpaw]

Storm paw quickly awakened at her mentors call. She groomed her pelt and trotted out of the den. "Is today the territory tour?" She asked

[Olivefrost]

"Correct," Olivefrost confirmed with a curt nod, "if we get through the territories quickly we will, possibly, be able to fit in a short hunting lesson as well. There is no need to rush though, it will be better if you learn the borders thoroughly before you continue on with any other part of your training," the small, pale brown warrior gave her apprentice a few seconds to process this information before nodding towards the fresh-kill pile.

"Before we can venture into the territory, we must eat," she leaned over and picked out a small thrush for herself. Her olive-green gaze flicked to Stormpaw then back to her breakfast, which she began to de-feather, "and make sure you pick out something light--you don't want to be running around the territory on an upset stomach."

[Stormpaw]

Stormpaw nodded and choose a mouse for herself. She neatly took bites of it. Once she had finished Stormpaw waited for her minors next instructions.

[Olivefrost]

Olivefrost quickly finished off her meal. She had never been one to waste time eating, and eating in front of others only seemed to make her uncomfortable. When she was done the she-cat brushed the left-over feathers from the thrush next to the fresh-kill pile so that a cat could come by and use them to line a nest if they wanted. The olive-eyed warrior looked over at her apprentice when she finished, surprised when the younger she-cat was already finished (although her surprise did not show on her features). I'm getting slow, the she-cat thought, subconsciously wrapping her tail around her stomach for a moment. The warrior was expecting her first litter of kits, and although she wouldn't be delivering for another month the affects of being pregnant were already starting to wear on her.

Sighing, Olivefrost got onto her paws and nodded towards the entrance of the camp. "Let's get moving," the pale brown warrior mewed, beginning to pad towards the entrance at a swift pace.