[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Gusty

Basilkit didn't exactly understand why his mother never told him those things. There didn't seem to be a proper reason. At least, that was what the kit assumed. The only reason he knew anything was because of sheer curiosity; if he didn't have this trait he would be as knowledgeable as a kittypet.

"Yeah, I'd like for you to show me!" The cream-pelted kit said, with a smile breaking across his face. "I'll try hard! You could just show me the basics- I don't mind!"

He might not have been living anymore, and his pelt and muscles were only shimmering wisps of stars, but there was still determination in him. Still a shimmering, fierce hope. He disregarded the fact that training might be more difficult in reality.

It was in this moment that Basilkit realized something. Tatteredpaw never became a warrior, the same way he never became an apprentice. They were alike.

Excitement, more excitement then she'd ever felt, as she'd been more nervous than excited when she'd discussed with her mentor, Tigerblaze, about how soon her warrior ceremony would be, shone in her round copper hues. Flicking the tapered tip of her tail, she nodded. “Okay. Copy me....” she said, trailing off slightly as she settled into a hunter's crouch.

Tatteredpaw kept her weight level and her tail still, hardly making a noise as she breathed. She was remembering everything that her mentor had taught her, and starting somewhere near the beginning. It was as if she were a mentor now, and pride swelled in her chest.

Turning her head, she glanced over at Basilkit to see if he was doing it. Pausing, the half hairless molly kept up the position a little longer to give him time to get ready before she would come over to inspect his crouch and fix any mistakes if there were any. But not yet.

Then her thoughts drifted some, and she thought of how neither of them had gotten their ceremony, and both of their lives had ended early. Pushing away all the stuff that both of them would miss, she wondered how much they could still experience. Sighing, she snapped back to focus, her eyes trained on Basilkit.