Into the Woods [Taxx/Hollow] - Territory Sept 11, 2019 22:43:23 GMT -5
Post by Ginger on Sept 11, 2019 22:43:23 GMT -5
nightclan warrior 29 moons
Cold blue eyes scanned the vicinity of the camp. Frostjaw had been sitting by the fresh-kill pile, his long tail wrapped around his massive paws as he kept a watch over the comings and goings of the camp.
His eyes next moved to the fresh-kill pile, more specifically the tattered bat that lay atop it. Someone had a messy kill. How disappointing. The bat was barely discernible, its wings clawed at, its eyes bloody, and its mouth open in a silent and permanent plea for help. That plea didn't seem to work out too well. Looking at the bat, Frostjaw couldn't help but remember the night he had taken Hollowkit, now Hollowpaw, out of the camp to see the territory.
Now, it was the real deal.
Getting up, Frostjaw walked towards the apprentice's den. He doubted that Hollowpaw would actually be asleep, unlike the average apprentice. Hollowpaw had shown Frostjaw his great potential and drive, and the large warrior was excited to use the gray apprentice's drive to turn his potential into something tangible.
He didn't even walk into the apprentice's den. The white-furred warrior simply stood outside of the den, his deep voice echoing into it. "It's time."
The two cats would patrol Nightclan, familiarizing Hollowpaw with the scents and sounds of friends and foes alike. While he was not supposed to go near Treeclan, Frostjaw still intended to take his apprentice close enough to that area of Nightclan's territory for Hollowpaw to begin to get a whiff of Treeclan's stench.
As Hollowpaw came out of the apprentice's den, Frostjaw slowly turned his head towards him. "Today is about more than territory. Today, you set the bar for what kind of warrior you want to be." Then, turning around, the large tom walked towards the exit of the camp.
As the two cats emerged from the exit, Frostjaw moved quickened his pace ever so slightly. While it was just a walk with a larger stride for the large tom, he knew that it would force Hollowpaw into an uncomfortable trot. He needed to get uncomfortable to be great.
"If a fun tour of Nightclan is what you want, then the rest of your training will be spent making you a mediocre warrior." Of course Hollowpaw didn't want that. But it was always important to keep that fear of being useless, of being nothing, alive and strong in the apprentices. It would separate them from the apprentices of the other, more weak-willed clans that refused to push their apprentices to their absolute limits.
"If learning and memorizing the scents of the world around us is what you want out of this session, then the rest of your training will be spent making you a great warrior."
As the two cats walked, the scents began to morph around them from the cozy scents of Nightclan's camp to the scents of the real world. The smell of prey, of fallen leaves, and a damp smell that promised rain.
only in darkness can you see the stars
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