[KARAZHAL]

Crowface's grass-colored eyes opened before dawn. She squinted at the warriors nestled around her in the warm warren. Yawning until her tongue curled between her sharp fangs, Crowface stretched like a snake out of her nest and slipped toward the exit. It was common for her to leave in pre-dawn for her own benefit, for she trained her body as if she was an apprentice still. To her, improving one's body was a never-ending process; the moment a cat thought they reached their plateau and stopped seeking greater heights, they'd die from their own complacence. Next leafbare, Crowface would reach sixty moons, middle age for a feral molly out in this wilderness. Now more than ever did she need to stay on her toes, lest she become weak and frail as she aged. She refused to retire to the elder's den; she would die as a warrior. Yet, for all her moons, she couldn't say she expected this day to come. She finally had an apprentice.

She remembered the ceremony when she was more than five lopes away from LightningClan's camp, and she forced herself to turn back and collect him. Crowface sucked her tongue in annoyance. Pausing at the apprentice's entryway, she nearly shouted into the depths, but she had no inclination of using his name until the tom showed promise. Besides, she did not want to wait until he decided to rouse himself to her summons. No, she would collect him and drag him outside. He would have to get used to this time of day as well as Crowface's strict regimen for herself (which now extended to him, too).

Crowface bent her ears as she slipped through the warrens until it opened up to the collection of apprentices curled up. Her green eyes flashed at the sheer amount of them--twelve!--and even Crowface felt slightly overwhelmed as she tried picking hers out of the lot. She suddenly screwed up her face, sucked in a breath, and unleashed a vicious caterwaul of a drill sergeant calling her apprentice to attention.

"BOY!" she bellowed. "THE ENEMY IS UPON US." She finally spotted his huge paws splayed up and she stepped on Ravenpaw and Cloudpaw on her way to swat Daringpaw repeatedly into consciousness. "Do you think our foes will wait until you're awake before they attack! Get your ass up now, rabbit-food!" Crowface ignored the half-awake complaints and wide eyes of the other apprentices suffering at Daringpaw's expense. If the ginger knew what was good for him, he'd learn to sleep by the entryway or learn to wake up at this time every day from now on.

TAGGED FOR Katara
OOC not included here is a bass-boosted eruption of reveille trumpets

[Katara]

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daringpaw

daringpaw

LIGHTNINGCLAN APPRENTICE. 6 MOONS. TOM.

[attr="class","daringt"]Rabbit. Daringpaw could smell it, not far away. He wove through the heather, making his way quietly toward the scent, and finally peeked over the rise to see the barely-noticeable brown prey nibbling on something below. He narrowed his eyes, tensing his muscles as he prepared to run.

Suddenly, the rabbit turned and looked directly at him. Did it have green eyes? Could rabbits have green eyes? Wait, there was something else weird about this rabbit - had it suddenly sprouted antlers? Daringpaw barely had time to register this before it charged, straight for him, catching him in the chest just as it shouted, "BOY!"

Daringpaw woke, hissing and spitting, to a similar green-eyed monster crouched above him, batting at him several times to wake him. "What the - " He hissed as the black she-cat jabbed him again mercilessly, bellowing about enemies and attacks and... rabbit-food? "Have you gone mad?!" he spat, scrabbling away from from her and upending his nest in the process. Crowface looked deadly serious though, her eyes blazing at him. Were they the exact shade of that crazy rabbit from his dream? He was no longer sleepy, having such a violent awakening, but the other apprentices were still blinking and mumbling, clearly having a hard time processing what was going on.

"I'm coming!" he growled, getting out of the half-shredded remains of his nest and picking his way between the limbs and soft bodies of his den-mates.

Of course he'd be the one to end up with an absolutely insane cat for a mentor. He really didn't know what exactly Owlstar had been thinking, because he was quite certain Crowface wasn't right in the head - this morning had proved that. Well... realistically, she'd probably just run out of other, more sane mentors to choose from; since there were so many apprentices right now, nearly every warrior had become a mentor. He squeezed out of the warren after only stepping on a couple of tails, so he thought he'd done alright considering the circumstances.

"What was that for?" he demanded his mentor once they were out in the open. "Do you want all the apprentices to hate me?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew it was true. There was no reason she'd had to shout inside of the sleeping den of apprentices when just a couple pokes would've woken him. She'd done it just to be cruel to him. He lashed his tail, his eyes blazing up at her, not a shred of respect for his elders contained within them. "Why are we up this early anyway?" he added mutinously. "The dawn patrol hasn't even left yet."

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[attr="class","daringtn"]NOTES get his ass

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[KARAZHAL]

Crowface stared at the tiny hissing spitting creature without mercy. She let him scramble backward away from her, although the hunger in her eyes let him know she could slink after him and pin him by the throat if she chose. Still, he said he was coming, and that was all that mattered. She would hardly tolerate a disobedient, cocky tom who hardly knew his mouth from his own dirt-hole. The slender she-cat slithered through the warren into the cool pre-dawn air. She yawned and stretched, tail tingling as she waited for the burnt-orange youngling to appear after her.

Did she want--? "I could not care less," she said pointedly and gave him a cold snort. "You would do well to put aside the opinions of others. All that matters are your own capabilities, boy. If you don't want them to hate you, then do something about it." He had a brain, didn't he? He could think of something. She tilted up her chin and strode away from him with her tail high. Thankfully for him, that meant she missed his blazing defiant daring glare.

His question, however, caused her to halt and make sure she was being followed. This would be their routine from now on, after all. "I always wake up at this time," she replied coolly, "and while you are my apprentice, you will do the same." Once again, he mentioned the actions of others, and she wondered why he seemed so dependent on what others were doing or thinking when it came to make his own choices. First the other apprentices, then the dawn patrol.

"A useless layabout relies on the reports of others before making a decision," she lectured. "A proactive warrior rises to assess every situation for themselves. Yes, the dawn patrol hasn't left yet, so your nostrils will not be clouded by fresh LightningClan scent. The prey scatters when they smell us coming, and they hide until our marks are not as fresh. When everyone wakes up, the first thing they want to do is make dirt and eat and make a commotion. I'll have nothing to do with that. Now, we start with stretches. Get low, extend one leg after another, and warren-crawl through the moors," she ordered. She posed at his side, the ropy scar from a fox attack stretching with her lanky posture, and she began the stretching process under the arching canopy of grasses that led away from LightningClan's camp.

TAGGED FOR Katara
OOC crowface is like ARE YOU USELESS OR ARE YOU PROACTIVE?