It is now Leaf-fall, Valley Year 8
The weather is now crisp and cool, with hints of frost forming overnight in the later moons. Prey is becoming scarce, leaves are changing colors. The valley feels busier somehow.
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Not usually the studious type, Valiantstride found it important given the recent weather. The snow that had fallen needed to be pushed out of entry ways to avoid pile up. Getting caught up and stuck in a den because of snow was not something he wanted any clanmate to suffer. Overseeing the task, Valiantstride found a reprieve in the stopping snow. The midday sun, while lacking warmth, cheered up him slightly. Any bit of sunshine gave him home, reminded him that Newleaf would return to the valley. In time.
"I'm gathering the apprentices to do some sparring, can you handle this alright?" His question directed at Foxtrot, the warrior dipped his head in agreement. Taking over the leadership role of directing various other warriors in their snow clearing task. Valianstride set off.
He had put out word to their mentors to have them gather near the fresh-kill pile. A firm believer that no one should train on an empty stomach, Valianstride stared at the meager fresh-kill pile. While it wasn't as full as it could be, there were still a few fresh pieces that could offer some sort of filling.
Tucking his tail around his forepaws, Valianstride waited for the apprentices to gather. Eager to test their ability and determination in various sparring matches.
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Slowly, but surely, life was changing – the seasons changed, and was she changing? She took a long hop in the direction of the fresh kill pile where her new mentor, Birdtalon, had told her a group would be meeting together for training. She wasn’t all that excited about training for battle – since strength was definitely not her… well, strength. She took another long hop, her legs stretching as far as they could and catching the ground in a way so she wouldn’t topple over at the end. Passionpaw was distractedly trying to figure out how many hops it was from the sleeping quarters to the kill pile, as if it were the most important thing in that moment. It was also a nice distraction from the cold in her toes. It had been so hard to leave the warmth of bodies curled around each other in the morning.
She paused and looked up, the kill pile was in site. Two more hops, she could do it in two more hops. Her eyes narrowed at the exciting challenge and made another hop, giggling as tripped over herself in the landing. One more hop - but it would be a stretch. She grunted as she pushed herself into a last hop and landed in a roll at Valiantstride’s paws. “Hi, hi!” She said, giggling as she picked herself up and composed herself in a regal sitting position – much as he was. It looked like she was the first to show up. She wiggled as she sat, unable to keep the ‘cool’ that she was trying to copy. “Boy that was fun… Oh mousedung. I lost count.” She realized she’d been so excited about the hopping, that she hadn’t really counted. With a shrug, “I guess I get to do it again.”
Golden eyes spied Passionpaw, his eyes wrinkled as he watched her hop about. "Ah, the agility of youth" A purr rumbled in his chest with the thought. Fond memories of watching his own kits play warmed his chest further, which allowed him to be distracted until Passionpaw tumbled into his paws.
Hiding the wince that bothered his joints, Valiantstride put forth a smile. She quickly composed herself not that Valiantstride worried. The moons she got to be an apprentice would share her into a warrior, having fun with hopping about wouldn't hurt.
Hello Passionpaw," He greeted formally, catching sight of Roawnpaw as she made her way over to them. "Now young she-cats, we will head to the moss meadow to practice our sparring. Follow me," Valiantstride gave the signal and headed out of camp, expecting the two to fall into stride.
Rowanpaw, a typical friendly she-cat, trotted beside Passionpaw. Her grey tabby tail flicking in excitement.