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Post by Froststrike on Mar 9, 2017 22:19:44 GMT -6
Kestrelpaw
Although Froststrike wasn't exactly looking forward to his first training session with the snarky Kestrelpaw, he knew it had to be done. He had thought about how this would go all night, and didn't get any sleep because of it.
He woke the next morning with a minor headache, and crawled out of his nest. He sighed, today was the day. The white tom stretched, gave himself a quick grooming, and exited the warrior's den silently. He padded over to the prey pile, grabbing himself a small mouse, and another one for Kestrelpaw.
"Kestrelpaw, it's time to get going!" he called as brightly as he could manage. He sat down and wrapped his tail around his paws, waiting for his newest apprentice. Today had to be a good day. |
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Post by Kestrelpaw on Mar 10, 2017 1:14:48 GMT -6
Kestrelpaw was a light sleeper and woke quickly when Froststrike called for him. He quickly washed his tortoiseshell coat, not wanting to appear untidy. The young tom exited the apprentice's den briskly, still upset over the clan meeting yesterday. He didn't like that he had been assigned a different mentor, and he really didn't like the fact that Redfern seemed to be taking his fathers place. When did Cloverstar make her deputy, he thought, keeping his green gaze focused on his paws. "Good morning," Kestrelpaw mewed curtly to Froststrike. He had decided last night that he was going to keep the relationship between he and his mentor strictly business. The tortie looked at the mouse Froststrike had brought for him for a few moments, than hesitantly took it, glancing briefly a his mentor. |
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Post by Froststrike on Mar 10, 2017 12:36:41 GMT -6
Froststrike held his stare over Kestrelpaw, waiting for him to finish the prey he had brought. He expected a thank you, but whatever. He sat in silence for a few moments, watching the younger tom.
"When you're finished eating, I need to know what your previous mentor taught you," he said without a whole lot of emotion. Froststrike wasn't aware that Kestrelpaw's previous mentor was a bit of a touchy subject, and didn't expect much of a fight from a basic question. |
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Post by Kestrelpaw on Mar 13, 2017 2:20:50 GMT -6
The dark fur on the back of Kestrelpaw's neck prick as Froststrike mentioned his "previous mentor". The tortoiseshell tom glared down at his mouse, and began eating in a more wolfish manner, tearing sloppy chunks out of his food instead of eating the more tidy manner he had been before. He didn't like to think of Flamepath as his previous mentor, to him Froststrike was just a stand-in until Flamepath came back. And then we'll go back to training together like we used to... Kestrelpaw thought to himself, finishing off the last of his breakfast and wiping the blood off his lips.
"I don't see why it matters," the young tom mewed his reply in a monotonous voice, "if you must know we've gone over all the basics; hunting, fighting, the territory." He got up and began heading towards the camp entrance. He hadn't actually done all that training with his father; Flamepath had shown him the territory, yes, but Kestrelpaw had learn to hunt on his own and, truthfully, didn't have an inkling when it came to fighting. Sure, he knew how to bat his paws around, but he had no tact or technique. The tortie wasn't about to tell Froststrike this though. |
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Post by Froststrike on Mar 17, 2017 13:44:41 GMT -6
The white warrior stayed where he was. Last time he checked, he was in charge of this training session, Kestrelpaw was the apprentice. He rolled his eyes, annoyed. Kestrelpaw hadn't been an apprentice for that long, Froststrike knew there was no way he was a master of all these things.
"If that's the case, then why were you assigned a new mentor? Why didn't Redfern just give you an assessment then your ceremony?" he asked. The large white tom didn't wait for an answer. "So tell me, what battle moves did your mentor teach you? Maybe you'd rather just show me?"
Froststrike wrinkled his nose. When he was an apprentice, he was just girl-crazy. He didn't have the major attitude problem that he could already tell Kestrelpaw had. He stood up, and stretched.
"Maybe you'd rather spend the day cleaning dens?" |
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Post by Kestrelpaw on Mar 21, 2017 18:25:00 GMT -6
Kestrelpaw bristled, "because Redfern doesn't know me. She doesn't know my capabilities, and it's not her place to." The tortoiseshell's mew was brisk. He didn't like talking about Redfern or why he had been assigned a new mentor. He didn't think it was right of her to do so, or her place to. No one had made her deputy! Not Cloverstar, not StarClan. She was just holding that position until Flamepath came back. It wasn't hers. At least not to Kestrelpaw.
"He taught me the basics," the young tom tried to skirt around the question, "everything I need to know to defend myself, to hold my own... I excel at hunting though," he slipped the last bit in, looking through the opening of the camp entrance and hoping that Froststrike wouldn't question him any further about fighting and focus on the tortoiseshell's strengths.
Kestrelpaw shot his mentor a short glare. "Already eager to get me off your tail, I see," he mewed dryly. He had spent moons cleaning dens, by now it was already routine and, truthfully, he wouldn't mind too much. I could just wait till my father gets back, then I don't have to deal with him anymore. |
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