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Post by Foxstrike on Jun 15, 2016 0:02:34 GMT -6
[[ To start out, I'm going to have you both in the same threads together. If that doesn't work for either of you, feel free to let me know, and I'll make separate training threads! Post order will be me, then both of you, in any order. If you need to respond to each other, feel free to do so before I post again, it's pretty flexible. I won't post until both of you have at least once. ]]Foxstrike stood near the center of camp, glancing from the entrance, to the apprentice's den with narrowed eyes, as though he could see them. He was waiting for his apprentices to wake, listening for any sound that might reveal if they were awake. He hadn't heard anything quite yet, but judging from the limited warmth touching his fur, he could infer that dawn hadn't quite passed yet. His apprentices still had time to get ready, and he wouldn't hurry them into doing so unless it became certain that they would oversleep without help.
As he waited, he picked a small sparrow from the fresh kill pile, glad to find that it was rather full. He had grown up within the middle of winter, and sometimes he still expected the pile not to be there at all. Of course, winter would come again, but until then, he was glad to know the clan wouldn't have to worry for a while. It was with thoughts such as these that Foxstrike distracted himself with as he waited. Hopefully his apprentices wouldn't keep him waiting too long. He was too young to become a sentimental old fool yet. [[ EDIT: OH MY GOODNESS I'M A DOOFUS AND I FORGOT TO TAG YOU KADJLKG @rockyroad AND Minnowfin I AM SO SORRY OOPS ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 17:09:22 GMT -6
(Eh, I'm fine with it! And its OK .U.)
Quailpaw could feel the slight warmth of dawn on his pelt as he woke up, yawning. He stretched out a bit and he looked around, expecting his mother to be beside him and his siblings. He then realized happened yesterday and flicked his ears. Training!
The brown tabby tensed up and he searched for his brother, Flowerpaw. He caught the sight of the tom and Quailpaw rolled over, tapping Flowerpaw with his paw. He yowled, "Get UP!" before sprinting out to join his mentor, Foxstrike.
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Post by Minnowfin on Jun 17, 2016 12:30:22 GMT -6
Flowerpaw whined as he was awoken by Quailpaw poking him and then speaking, "Noooo five more minutes." He flattened his ears and pouted a little before noticing that Quailpaw was heading towards their mentor, Foxstrike.
"Oh training," He continued, walking over to the others somewhat slowly, "Morning."
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Post by Foxstrike on Jun 17, 2016 12:46:16 GMT -6
Foxstrike chuckled quietly to himself as he listened to his apprentices converse inside the apprentice's den. It seemed that Flowerpaw was not quite as equipped to handle early mornings as Quailpaw, but he got moving (however slowly) soon enough. Foxstrike finished his sparrow just as they arrived, and he licked his jaws before addressing them.
"Morning," he nodded to his apprentices with a small smile. Then he gestured to where he knew the fresh-kill pile to be with his tail. "You might want to eat. It will be a long morning."
"First, we will tour the territory," he explained. "If there's still time, I'll teach you how to hunt after that."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2016 6:41:57 GMT -6
Quailpaw had just sat down as his brother had walked up to the two. The tabby smiled and listened to the training plan for the day. He smiled even wider and ran towards the fresh-kill pile, grabbing something recklessly, and joining Foxstrike and Flowerpaw. "Cool, I've wanted to explore for a long time!" He mewed, taking a bite out of the bird he grabbed.
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Post by Minnowfin on Jun 19, 2016 9:35:34 GMT -6
Flowerpaw yawned again and made his way to the fresh-kill pile, grabbing something random and carrying it back to the others. He dug into the small meal, blinking, "Territory, 'kay."
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Post by Foxstrike on Jul 4, 2016 1:22:53 GMT -6
[[ AOSHSF SORRY I'M SO LATE! Last week of school took a lot more out of me than I thought it would, but I'm back! ]]Foxstrike nodded and waited until his apprentices were finished with their food before heading towards the camp entrance. He gestured with his tail for them to follow him, then walked out.
He kept his pace at a brisk walk, so that he was easy enough to follow, but fast enough that they made good time. He weaved around the trees easily, having long since memorized the territory after months of his own walks alone through the territory. Soon enough, Foxstrike felt the prairie grass start to poke his paws, letting him know that they were nearing the FireClan border, and he stopped when the scent of the other clan hit his nose. He always had to brace himself for the scents of the border- when he wasn't prepared, the strength often sent him struggling to figure out which direction he was facing for a moment or too.
He looked out into the FireClan territory, feeling the wind on his face, noting how the path the air took wasn't interrupted by much of anything. It was different from the forest, where the most you could feel with the trees in the way was usually a breeze. "This is the FireClan border," he said, looking towards his apprentices as though he could see them. "You'll find that their territory is much more open than ours. While that leaves them more vulnerable to attack, and to the elements, it also means that they don't have to worry about running into trees while they hunt, and that tracking prey is a little easier. Is there anything else you would like to know?"
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