Wolffang and Lichenpaw Training [P]

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~ WOLFFANG OF WINDCLAN ~

AMAB | HE/HIM | WARRIOR | 56 MOONS | BEEFED UP TIER 1

Large, muscular, dappled gray tom with amber eyes and light cream-gray fluff covering the front of his neck and chest.

Character bio can be read here.

Wolffang thought Lichenpaw would have plenty to say, but she was the quiet, observant type. Her unclouded blue eye was focused as she took in the Falls, and her voice was calm as she revealed that she had nothing to ask. Wolffang gave a short, brisk nod. This territory tour would be brief. As long as he was thorough with his explanations, there wouldn't be much to ask. Besides, he was sure she wanted to move along to the hunting and fighting as fast as possible - while still taking in everything, of course.

He was glad of it. He didn't want to stand here a moment longer.

With a simple nod, the large warrior headed away from Twilight Falls, flicking his tail to the tortoiseshell behind him to indicate that she should follow. His bulging muscles rolled beneath his dappled gray pelt as he crossed over open green meadows. His nose twitched at the potent aroma of rabbit, but he didn't stop. We can hunt later.

Eventually, they reached Sunset Grove. Might as well get all the unpleasant places out of the way, he thought, curling his lip.

He hated trees almost as much as he hated water. Hated the way they crowded in on all sides, hated how they created a maze of wood instead of letting him run free, hated how their lush green leaves blocked out the sky. The prey-scent here was strong, too, and the twittering of birds filled his hearing receptors. His single notched ear swiveled. The sound reminded him of his estranged sister, Rosebriar.

Another place to get things over with.

He turned to Lichenpaw. "This is Sunset Grove," he meowed. Though his tone was professional, his face did not mask his disdain for the spot. "StarClan knows why we have forest on our territory. It's a good source of prey, but in my opinion, WindClan belongs out on the open moor, not shoved between the trees. Still, it's another good source for herbs... and some don't mind crowded, dark spaces as much as others."

@Neptune.

[Neptune.]

Lichenpaw
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16 moons || she/her || honed skill [INACTIVE]
scrawny calico with one blind eye; blue eyes

Keeping on her mentor's tail, Lichenpaw followed the large, muscular tom through more of the territory until they reached the bit of their territory that was the most unlike what you's expect from WindClan. Sunset Grove, as its name might suggest, was a small tree grove where prey and herbs were plentiful. Although not exactly typical of WindClan's style, territory was territory and Lichenpaw was glad for any additional resources. Although, silently, she sort of agreed with Wolffang's assertion that WindClan belongs on the moors.

"I've been here a few times," she says, looking around, "but it looks a little different every time I come here. The shade's nice, though," and it was. After hot hours hunting in the midday sun on the open grass, it would probably feel nice to come here to cool off a bit before heading back to camp - or they could use the falls for that. "Might be good to have this place even if it's not very WindClan," she says, glancing up to her mentor, head tilted, "ya know, in case we ever need to take land from ThunderClan or RiverClan. Then we at least have the skills to hunt in those trees, yeah?"

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