WindClan Galewood

[Cinderspirit]

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10 moons ~ WindClan ~ she/her ~ 21/100
"i cut my teeth on second hand sentiments"

It seemed that she had missed the part of the ceremony where her mentor had been reassigned. Snowbush had never done much training with her anyway, she had mostly been left to hunt and fight on her own after being taught the basics. Not that she complained, but there came a point where graduating to become a warrior was more important to her than having time to lounge around and have fun. Hawkfury was one of the few adult warriors she could respect, having known him from the horrible patrol that ended with the frog attack.

Spying him approaching through the crowd she dipped her head, allowing one corner of her mouth to slip into a smile, "Nice to see you again, Hawkfur." She remembered that he was a Fury and breathed a silent sight of relief at the thought of having a competent mentor. Her brown and white pelt bunched as she rolled her shoulders, trying to think of the answer to his question, "Not as much as I should have. I can do the basics and not much more, mainly thanks to everything i learned when I was a kit." Burnetpaw knew that now wasn't the time to be making snarky comments. It was time to get down to business so she could become a warrior soon.
@Mica / Hawkfur

[Undertaker]

@Blaaze - Owlpaw | @Daragca - Cottonpaw
Leechscar barely refrained from bursting out laughing as his new apprentice made sure his mother knew he was made an apprentice. He was sure Leopardsong had working ears and eyes, but whatever made the kid happy.

Oh! OH! That's why Batglare was in such a foul mood. After Lichenpaw got her warrior name, Lichenshock, Twilightstar spoke about Twistedpaw or rather Featherblossom. Leechscar hadn't been as close as he would have liked with his foster mother's lookalike, but he had liked her more than the average cat. She had so much left to give the clan and with Batglare in her life, he had been looking forward to seeing her live a full life unburdened by the same hardships and upbringing that Ashfeather had. To learn that she passed so tragically, it rattled the tom, similar to how Wolffang's death had.

The news about the exiles and the new kits were made, and Leechscar forced himself to give his full attention to Cottonball. "Um, so..." He trailed off taking a second to clear his head. "Usually we'd do a territory tour first, but as I can't stay on my paws for all that walking. We'll do the territory tour another time." He promised.

The pain in his paws brought him out of his mild shock and back to reality. He'd have to talk to Batglare after he was done with this. "So how about we do some hunting and a bit of battle training? You can spar with Owlbait, she needs fighting lessons too." Leechscar had heard how Owlpaw had tried to fight whatever critter had lumbered into WindClan's camp during the fires. He was less than pleased to hear about it. He hadn't trained her how to fight yet, and he knew without a doubt that Twilightstar and Deadmoon would be on his ass about it if she got hurt or something. His guilt would probably eat at him first though.

"Owlbait, get over here. Come meet Cottonball and then we're hunting and doing battle training." He called for his older apprentice, although not by much.