Post by Ginger on Dec 16, 2019 22:23:50 GMT -5
nightclan warrior 32 moons
They had been longing for it for their entire lives. Training with one another since birth to be the best they could be. All of that "pre-training" finally led up to this moment. Real battle training. Frostjaw always looked forward to seeing the great fighters of the clan emerge during battle training.
He and the other mentors had worked together to prepare for this day. Even NightClan's leader, Darkstar, had expressed interest in joining. It was going to be a glorious one for NightClan.
The night had just begun. The massive white tom roused himself and Crowflame, the warrioress sleeping nearby him, heading over to the apprentice's den. He stuck his head into the den, icy eyes surveying the sleeping forms in their nests.
"It is time." His deep voice resonated through the den, waking up the apprentices.
"...what?" Breezepaw's eyes blinked open ever so slightly, jumping at the sight of Frostjaw's massive head in the entrance of the den. She had completely forgotten that battle training was happening today. Wonderful. With Crowflame as her mentor, Breezepaw had been allowed to move at her own pace. However, since this was large group training, Breezepaw knew she wouldn't be afforded that luxury. Gently nudging her siblings, then finally Roachpaw, Breezepaw got up and made to follow Frostjaw out of the den.
As she left the den, Breezepaw brightened up to see that Crowflame was standing beside Frostjaw. This meant that there was a chance for her to not have to do something she couldn't.
"Move quickly. We must not waste any time." Frostjaw's eyes glanced towards Darkstar's den, seeing a figure stirring in its interior. So she would be joining them. Good. Especially in this crucial time where war was imminent, it was necessary to scope out the best fighters among the apprentices. Now it was time to go.
Frostjaw made his way out of the camp, heading towards the pine needle clearing. He felt his paws grow warm, the closest he ever got to feeling excitement over fighting. While he would never admit it to anyone (including himself), Frostjaw enjoyed battle. Enjoyed training. Enjoyed the art of warfare.
only in darkness can you see the stars