Leting the water fall (p training)

[Foxclaw]

Foxclaw yawned. He was still surprised he took to training stormpaw. He could certainly sympathize with his situation considering firebird had the same issue way back when. But this was sad. He'd get a weak worn out angry boiling warrior instead of someone else. He just wanted to slit cloudskips throat.

"Stormsong" he called into the apprentice"den"

[Stormsong]

((WOW that's a very violent response from Foxclaw jeez... Also operating on the idea that Stormy don't know yet about the change of plans :3

Stormpaw perked his ears up as he heard his name. He walked out of the den and turned to see Foxclaw, his grandfather on Thunderfox's side. Actually... He wasn't sure he'd met the tom before. "Uh, yes? Do you need something?" 

[Foxclaw]

((they have met btw and yheeeeaaaa Foxclaw really really really really hates his dad .....))


Foxclaw let out a sigh "get up in teaching you to hunt." He said rather bordly. He felt old. He knew he was still only 40 moons as of recently but still it felt like he was 500 moons old with his grandkits.

[Stormsong]

((What? Oh. Ahahahah looks like I forgot. Makes sense considering HIS 300+ POST COUNT AT APPRENTICE RANK GAH

Stormpaw's ears perked up and there was a rarely seen nowadays light in his eyes. Likely, Foxclaw had instantly become his favorite grandfather. Granted... He was the only grandfather considering he'd never heard Birdheart even mention a father.... But details, details.

He missed the boredom in Foxclaw's tone. "Can we go now, then?" He asked, sounding a little bit too excited.

[Foxclaw]

Foxclaw smiled slightly"the sure were gonna teach you to hunt." Stormpaw reminded him of him as an eager apprentice. "grab a bite to eat and we'll head out"

[Stormsong]

Stormpaw nodded excitedly and dashed over to the fresh-kill pile. He practically inhaled a bird and then rushed back to Foxclaw. "Can we go now?"

[Foxclaw]

Foxclaw nodded and began to stroll into the territory. It was a crisp autumn day. The plains were slowly becoming patched with a hay yellow color. There was a breeze every so often that ruffled the toms thick red fur. Foxclaw's favorite season was leaffall and he hoped that would help him take his mind off his father.

"you fast kid?" He asked with a small smile.

[Stormsong]

Stormpaw followed after Foxclaw, into the territory. Thanks to some personal exploring coupled with that trip out with Frostedpaw... He was able to navigate the territory.

Well, sort of navigate. 

"Huh? Well... I suppose as fast as a Fireclan cat would be." Being less lost-prone, he'd begun stretching his legs again, having been cramped in the camp for so long.

[Foxclaw]

"lets see how fast that is" he purred before bolting off towards the treeclan border. Foxclaw had been well known for his speed. His night was a caused by his long legs which were the source of such speed. Also practice makes perfect.

[Stormsong]

.... Okay, Foxclaw was surprisingly fast. Stormpaw strained to keep up, managing to not lose sight of the much older tom. Gah, was this tom made of super-legs or something? He could practically feel his heart pounding out of his chest.

[Foxclaw]

Foxclaw checked back this kid was pretty good with running so he stopped. "good job! Your assignment is to do a lap around camp every morning on your own"

[Stormsong]

Stormpaw was panting and finally stumbled into a stop when Foxclaw halted in front of him. "Wha-What? Oh. Oh... Okay...." He accepted with a nod.

[Foxclaw]

"great now that we're here lets see your hunting stance.

[Stormsong]

Stormpaw tried crouching down, though it was roughly as flawed as you'd expect a newly minted apprentice's hunting crouch to be.

[Foxclaw]

"keep your tail lower and straighter lower your head and tigten your stance" he corrected.