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Post by Robinheart on Dec 6, 2015 18:41:13 GMT -6
Robinheart yawned widely, stretching out his front legs until his chin rested against the cool, snow-ridden ground. The weather could be better, but Robinheart was eager to get started on training his new apprentice. The bicolored warrior padded into the apprentice's den, calling out, "Burnetpaw! Get your butt in gear, kid, we're going soon!" Smirking in satisfaction and not at all concerned about the sleeping apprentices around him, Robinheart ducked out of the dim cavern. He stopped by the fresh-kill pile, nosing out a salmon for himself.
Burnetpaw
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Post by Burnetpaw on Dec 8, 2015 19:57:32 GMT -6
Burnetpaw stirred suddenly as he heard his name called, an annoyed growl sounding in the depths of his throat as he realized how early it was. Displeased, the tom dragged himself onto his paws and lazily lumbered out of the apprentice's den. He was defiantly not a morning cat. The russet tom stopped once he was outside the den, hissing openly at the painful sunlight that made his eyes sore. Curling his lip, he faced the fresh-kill pile, where his mentor had gone. He shot a glare at the older tom, annoyed by the fact that he had woken him up. Wordlessly Burnetpaw snagged a water vole from the pile and plopped down next to his mentor, making sure to chew loudly and with his mouth open as he waited for Robinheart to speak.
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Post by Robinheart on Dec 11, 2015 20:03:22 GMT -6
Robinheart found it greatly amusing watching his apprentice in a grumpy mood. Truthfully, it was one of the reasons he liked waking the youngsters up so early. He ate his fish in silence, sensing Burnetpaw's deep orange eyes burn holes into his fur. Robinheart turned away from his meal for a split second to cast his apprentice a toothy grin. As he approached, the warrior chuckled, "Wrong side of the nest, huh, sunshine?" Robinheart disposed of the fishbones, making quick work of grooming the mess off of his maw. "Try not to choke on that," he commented, glancing at the water vole Burnetpaw seemed very intent on consuming in the most obnoxious way possible, "A dead apprentice doesn't really reflect well on me."
He waited for Burnetpaw to be done with his breakfast; impatience was a perfected skill of Robinheart's, however, because soon he was up and making his way out of camp. He didn't bother looking back. If Burnetpaw really wanted to train today, he'd follow. If not, well, the kid better find an alternative to reaching warrior status or stay an apprentice, for all I care.
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Post by Burnetpaw on Dec 15, 2015 17:35:35 GMT -6
Burnetpaw ran his tongue over his jaw, his eye twitching at Robinheart's words. He didn't feel the need to justify the question with an answer, and instead grunted in response and took another large bite out of his breakfast; effectively finishing it off. The russet tom watched as his mentor walked off, half tempted to sulk about in camp for the rest of the day. Still, he was admirable eager to see the territory; and now that he had some fuel in him he was starting to feel a bit better. Groaning, Burnetpaw jumped to his paws and raced after his mentor, his long legs carrying him swiftly to the other tom's side.
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Post by Robinheart on Dec 19, 2015 12:33:29 GMT -6
Robinheart heard the thudding of pawsteps behind him, and he smirked smugly when Burnetpaw fell into step beside him. The bicolored male rushed out of the camp and into the territory. Snow had fallen the previous night, and it blanketed the ground. Thankfully, his IceClan blood granted him the swift, sure-footed ability to maneuver through the substance like it was nothing. He looked back to check on Burnetpaw every once in a while. "Make sure you step carefully, or else I'd probably find you days later under the ice frozen to death."
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Post by Burnetpaw on Dec 20, 2015 1:14:05 GMT -6
Burnetpaw growled at his mentor's smug expression, repressing the reflex to let his claws slip out of there sheaths so he could claw the warriors ears. However much the tom loathed to admit it, he knew it wouldn't be wise. After all, the old man probably has seasons of experience over me, he thought sarcastically, knowing that getting into a scuffle with the more experienced tom certainly wouldn't be the same as fighting with the other kittens in the nursery.
"Just worry about yourself, old timer," Burnetpaw jeered. He was actually doing rather well at maneuvering through the snow; most likely due to the fact that he was taller than most cats his age, with long, slender legs that moved agilely. The one thing that did bother him was the cold, not that he would openly complain about this. I guess being irresistible doesn't come without it's downsides, the russet apprentice though with a forced grin, resisting the urge to shiver as the cold quickly seeped through his thin pelt. Whatever, I'll warm up eventually.
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Post by Robinheart on Dec 20, 2015 17:23:07 GMT -6
Robinheart snuck a sideways peek upon hearing Burnetpaw's frustrated snarl. This one was definitely proving to be the complete opposite of his other apprentice, Lilypaw. He found that she was a rather sweet, amicable she-cat - easy to get along with. Robinheart suppressed a snort as his mind thought of Burnetpaw's nature in comparison. Yeah, this one's gonna be so much fun to mess with. Teach him a lesson about fixing his attitude around other cats, especially older ones. Although, Robinheart had to admit that Burnetpaw somewhat reminded him of his own person, albeit a lot less grumpy. "Old timer, huh? That's a new one. You got a mouth on ya, kid. You're lucky you got me for a mentor - stunningly good-looking, talented, funny, and a hell of a lot more patient than some of the other warriors 'round here," he chuckled, "who wouldn't think twice about shutting that pretty face up."
It was a fairly short distance from the camp to the training hollow. Robinheart stopped in the middle, swinging back around to face Burnetpaw. "Right, then. What'd you have in mind today? Exploring those super high cliffs, waking up bears, picking fights with eagles?"
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Post by Burnetpaw on Dec 21, 2015 2:13:00 GMT -6
Burnetpaw snorted, glowering at his mentor, "oh, 'old timer' too good for you, is it? Well, maybe you'd prefer something a little more charming, eh... princess," an amused smirk etched it's way onto the russet apprentice's features, "and I don't need you to teach me how to be handsome; or talented, for that matter," he rolled his amber eyes, taking a chance to glanced around the territory while doing so.
"I think I'd rather avoid the high cliffs," the tom said monotonously, hoping the shiver of fear that ran across his spine would be passed off as effects of the cold. He had never been too fond of heights. "Other than that... well, your the expert, I guess," there was a sarcastic edge to Burnetpaw's tone, "why don't you choose; I'm sure I can keep up."
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Post by Robinheart on Dec 22, 2015 13:01:31 GMT -6
Robinheart's yellow eyes twinkled with mischief. "Princess? Ooh, I think I like that. I am pretty much royalty, you know," he replied without a moment of hesitation. The tom's voice was smooth as silk. Robinheart was rather accustomed to the jests Burnetpaw were sending his way, having done the same exact things in his youth and even still today. "Can't teach you how to be handsome or talented? Tsk, see that's where you're wrong, squirt, but you don't wanna learn from the master himself? Alright, suit yourself," he shrugged.
He drew a paw across his ear, tongue briefly dragging along the fur on his shoulder whilst he waited for Burnetpaw to provide an answer to his query. "Aw, no cliffs? Was kinda hopin' we'd be doing that today," he pouted, concealing the amusement he felt upon detecting something off about his apprentice's tone about the cliffs. "Seriously? No ideas? Sucks. Guess we're going swimming in piranha-infested waters then. C'mon." Robinheart marched on to the river close by.
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Post by Burnetpaw on Dec 24, 2015 18:12:54 GMT -6
Well then, Princess it is, the russet tom thought in an amusedly. He always liked picking out nicknames for others; not that he got to do it often, other cats usually didn't tend to stick around him long enough for him to start addressing them by name. Not that the tom minded, he was the only company he needed.
"Why would I need to learn something I've already perfected?" Burnetpaw countered with a snort.
The apprentice rolled his eyes at his mentor's pouting, although the whole 'piranha-infested waters' thing peaked his interest. He highly doubted that was what the two were actually going to be doing, although he was still curious as to what they would actually be doing. It is still leaf-bare after all, Burnetpaw thought, not really paying attention to the upcoming river as he was thinking, shouldn't the rivers be frozen over? shrugging, the bobtailed tom looked over towards Robinheart, waiting for the older tom to instruct on what they were going to do next.
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Post by Robinheart on Dec 27, 2015 13:28:32 GMT -6
Robinheart walked with more of a strut now, obviously relishing in the attention his apprentice was giving him, albeit meant in an insulting way. Ah well, you take what you can get, he thought with a toss of his head. "Princess, Your Highness, Your Grace, Great and Powerful Overlord.. yes, those would be perfect!" The words were more directed at himself than anything to feed his ego, but he supposed it could also be taken as suggestions for future naming by his student.
As was expected in the current season, Robinheart found the river frozen over. Without hesitating, the black-and-white tom padded right onto the ice. His claws slid out to grab a hold of the slippery surface, but otherwise, he remained stable. He looked back at the bank, calling out, "What're ya standing around for? Certain death is awaitin'!"
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Post by Burnetpaw on Jan 1, 2016 2:00:54 GMT -6
Burnetpaw rolled his eyes at his mentors words, deciding not to respond to the older tom. After all, that's what bothered him the most; lack of response. Not that the russet tom was very good at being unresponsive, due to the fact that he was naturally a visually expressive. It was very likely his face still portrayed the annoyed amusement he was feeling, even if the tom himself believed he was no revealing any emotion.
The apprentice slowed to a halt at the edge of the frozen river, peering at it curiously, not noticing his mentor beginning to cross. His small, stubby-short tail twitched curiously as he examined the surface, jolting slightly when Robinheart spoke. Burnetpaw huffed under his breath, testing out the ice with a single, tentative paw before padding forward more confidently. "Sorry to keep 'ya waiting, your highness!" the tom called out as his long claws slid from their sheathes and reflexively plunged into the ice. His steps were deliberately slow and over dramatic as he padded towards his mentor.
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Post by Robinheart on Jan 3, 2016 11:12:37 GMT -6
Robinheart's whiskers quivered in amusement. This kid was probably his most entertaining apprentice yet. "See? Name's sticking already!" Burnetpaw took his sweet time getting to where Robinheart stood, shuffling around and making sure he was never still for more than a couple of seconds. "Okay, so. River's frozen.. no use going here.. blah, blah. I know what I'm doing. Mostly. Anyway, it's leafbare and most of our prey comes from the river or survives around it. Problem is, furry ones are hibernating, and—" he tapped the ice with his claw, "—this dang thing is getting in the way of the fish. What do you think we do to get our food?"
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