< Mosspaw >
Shaking the last bits of moss and bedding scraps from her tabby pelt, the apprentice emerged from the new den... and immediately spotted her mentor. Right. Training. That fun little thing she had to do now. With other cats. With him. Okay, so the idea of training, in itself, didn't sound too horrible. She liked winning, she didn't like this. But she also didn't have a choice, and resisting would be even harder and only breed more conflict for her.
So she pulled herself up (metaphorically, she was already standing), focused her gaze, and strode up to her mentor.
"Yeah, training. What will we start with?" She knew she would have to complete a certain amount of lessons and patrols and all that in order to become a warrior, so maybe if she just got through all of that, she could then practice on her own to make up for perhaps not being as enthusiastic on these lessons.
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Jayvines