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Originally Posted by Starphobia

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Silentpaw
Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 7 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
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Silentpaw was relieved that his new mentor wasn't like one of those overenthusiastic ones, that was one good thing. He took a moment to take in what Newtbelly had just said, giving a small nod. A territory tour, the basics. He expected to start his training off with a little tour of the place. And hunting, too! He'd finally learn how to hunt! Silentpaw fought back any signs of physically showing excitement, but inside, he definitely was. He was liking Newtbelly and his way of thinking, so far. He figured they wouldn't have a lot of problems.

He was quick to follow his mentor when he walked off, his gait slow and measured, slightly matching Newtbelly's.

Then, a question. Something Silentpaw had dreaded since birth (Since birth???). Of course, he expected questions during his apprenticeship, but now that it had finally happened, he felt more detest towards actually doing it.
Had he been out of camp before?
Now that he thought about it, yes, he had. Once. For the Gathering. So technically, the answer would be yes.

Not wanting to voice his answer, Silentpaw merely nodded, hoping Newtbelly saw it.

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Newtbelly
he/him - Agatha Kitty - 17 moons

header: @/daragca

"That's good," he nodded back, "then you've got a bit of a handle on what it's like." Silentpaw was, well, silent, which Newtbelly didn't mind. Easier that than a super boisterous apprentice, or one who wants to spend all their time chatting. He traipsed out the exit, entering the territroy. First, they'd head to The Darkwater Mire. As they got closer, the ground became even softer underpaw, and the sweet smell of berries filled his nose. They'd reached the edge of the mire: Spruce trees covered them from the quickly rising sun, but as one looked out into the bog, they turned to tall pines - a small difference, but interesting nontheless. He'd stick to the edge - he didn't feel like getting his paws wet, plus he wasn't even sure Silentpaw was tall enough to walk through the mud.

"This is the Darkwater Mire," he stated, pretty matter-of-factly. "We're near the edge right now, but just ahead of us is the centre. It's pretty muddy out there, but it attracts the good stuff, like frogs." Just the thought of one made him hungry - he'd definitely grab one when they got back to camp. "Out near the edge there's more birds and stuff." He gazed about the area, wondering if there was anything else he should mention, maybe the berries? "There're lots of berry bushes here, but leave that stuff to the medicine cats, you don't wanna get poisoned," Silentpaw seemed the responsible type, but better to mention it than to not. "Any questions?"