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LIBERTY FOR WOLVES IS DEATH TO THE LAMBS

Adderstrike

SENIOR WARRIOR | RAINCLAN | 66 MOONS

The day was cold and unimpressive. The sunlight was weak, its bright rays scouring Rainclan territory, though failing to provide hardly any warmth to earth's inhabitants. That's just great. Another cold day. Adderstrike complained silently, flicking a pebble with his paw. He was taking Owlpaw fishing today, and he just hoped it wouldn't be too messy and wet of an experience. The last thing he wanted was to be splashed and soaked with river water! If she so much as gets one drop on my pelt I'll push her in. The brown tabby griped to himself. The tom's fur was fluffed as much as he could in an effort to keep warm, though he knew fishing was going to be wet and freezing. He didn't know how much Owlpaw knew, but he was about to find out.

"If you so much as splash a fleck of water on me..." He grumbled, glancing over at his apprentice accusingly.

The tom continued his pace, ever so slightly hindered by his usual limp, an injury from his own apprentice days. Kits are so soft nowadays. You never hear of an apprentice getting mauled by a fox in their own territory nowadays. Adderstrike mused insensitively as the pair worked their way along the shore, following the winding river for several minutes. Good thing I guess, He started. Means us old hags are doing our jobs.

Adderstrike wasn't against being the best warrior he could be, and today, his duties were to advise Owlpaw accordingly. She drew the short stick, getting Adderstrike as a mentor. He wasn't going to go easy on her, not by any means. The older tom took teaching seriously, as in his mind, it ought to be worth an entire day's worth of hunting or patrols that he could have gone on if he wasn't busying himself with a young, most likely unappreciative, whippersnapper. He still wasn't sure about this Owlpaw, but he'd give her a chance of course.

I guess we'll see what she's got as far as fishing goes. Adderstrike mused, turning to Owlpaw and halting suddenly.

"Stop." He muttered. "We'll fish here."

He had chosen a nice spot. Their shadows were stretching out behind them, and the water shone clear, flowing freely downstream. Pebbles littered the shore and made footing slightly slippery when washed over with river-water.

"Ready?" He grunted, looking at the apprentice expectingly.

It would be a great test of patience for the young trainee, as leafbare was just starting, and fish now were few and far between.

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New of Adderstrike taking over her training had spread through the camp like a flashflood. She knew very little of the older tom-cat but her father knew of him. He spoke curtly about the senior warrior, mentioning he was a strong warrior, a bit harsh but nothing to warn her about. In fact, Owlpaw got very llittle warning about Adderstrike's attitude. When he told her to follow after him, her paws scrambled to follow and her mouth struggled to remain shut.

All her life Owlpaw had been curious, wondered about things too big for her to understand. She thought often of the world and found herself spiraling into all sort of musings. Adderstrike seemed a polar opposite. Owlpaw wanted to know everything and she doubted Adderstrike would teach her anything.

But the respect she had for a warrior held out. She kept her thoughts to herself, kept a respectful distance from him. The story of his injury was taught as a lesson to her from the elders. The last thing Owlpaw wanted was for him to feel like she was rushing him.

His grumbled comment about splashing him with water didn't go unnoticed. Her ears pitched back and her eyes narrowed. As if she was that immature. Deciding to keep away from him even more, Owlpaw let him gain a bit more space. She was nearly 18 moons, her warrior training held back by Morningstorm's unexpected neglect and her own trauma around her uncle's untimely death. She didn't need him to treat her like she was a young kit.

Wishing she could wander off on her own, Owlpaw didn't have the chance. Addersrike picked the spot before she could ask.

"I'm always ready," She replied, mimicking his earlier grumble, if he was going to be rude to her then she'd mirror it back! Settling in to watch the water below, Owlpaw posed herself well. Focusing herself on the task at paw, looking forward to proving to Adderstrike she was ready to be a warrior.

Owlpaw of RainClan

"Beauty may be dangerous but intelligence is lethal"

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LIBERTY FOR WOLVES IS DEATH TO THE LAMBS

Adderstrike

SENIOR WARRIOR | RAINCLAN | 66 MOONS

Adderstrike smiled, eyes flashing with satisfaction. Good. His mind whispered in response to the she-cat's grumble, though in her efforts to show her new mentor what she could do, the apprentice had made a huge mistake. Did she not question why the clan spoke so coolly about Adderstrike? Owlpaw had shifted her focus onto her form and fishing like a natural predator, though the senior warrior didn't believe the essence of a powerful warrior was hunting. Now. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

His limp was hardly a problem over short distances, and just as Owlpaw was in her most focused state, the brown tabby tom hurled himself at the apprentice viciously, attempting to bowl them both into shallow, freezing cold water.

He had no intention of going easy on the apprentice. She was 18 moons and should already be a full-fledged warrior by now, and though his attacks would be non-lethal, it wasn't unlike the tom to cause as much pain as he could get away with without repercussions. She had to know what it was like to fight a real Rainclan warrior before she could fulfill that role herself. Distraction was a very useful tactic, and using the water to their advantage was paramount. To a non-Rainclan cat, getting bowled into an ice cold river is nightmarish, though Adderstrike knew very well that Owlpaw was much better equipped to recovering rapidly from his tactic, both mentally and physically.

He anticipated her to counterattack equally fierce. He expected no less than excellence from his apprentices.

Adderstrike's eyes had hardened, empty and ruthless. This was real-life. There's no such thing as holding back when lives were on the line, and almost every one of Adderstrike's apprentice's had a scar from their old mentor to remember that reality. Perhaps he held onto his past more closely than others. Perhaps he couldn't let go his perceived failures. There's no bringing back the dead. He growled to himself. Adderstrike unsheathed his claws and grimaced, heart turning as cold and heavy as stone. Time made the wounds of his past fester, his mind infected with pain from his youth.

I can't let you fail like I did.

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Fishing was by far her favorite warrior duty, but that was quickly ruined by Adderstrike. He lunged for her, bowling them both over and into the water. Scrambling to right herself again, she gave a hard kick. Her only goal was to rid herself of Adderstrike.

Putting space between herself for a moment, her ears pinned back and mouth grew wide in a snarl. She wanted to shout at him, ask him what in StarClan's name had gotten into him. Then it donned on her. This wasn't going to be a fishing trip.

Readying herself for a fight, she focused. If he wanted a fight he'd get one. Unlike her father, Owlpaw saw no reward in going soft. If violence was the answer she'd make sure it was heard loud and clear.

Charging for him, she relied on her height and agility. If she could keep just out of reach she'd find a moment to get a good open to striking quickly. She didn't need to beat him into submission, she just wanted to prove herself capable.

Owlpaw of RainClan

"Beauty may be dangerous but intelligence is lethal"

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