So it was time to finally get off it's butt and learn how to become a warrior. The only true reason the fire was lit underneath its butt was that its brother was getting close to becoming a warrior and it couldn't let itself lag that far behind it's brother when its whole thing was protecting its runt brother. With that in mind Leapingpaw went to find a warrior willing to train it, and a certain cat fell within its sights. "Take me border training." Leapingpaw wasn't very good at asking for things nicely it seemed. @narcissus
Oh! Well, that was very forward of this random apprentice. She looked at it curiously, eyes narrowing with her fleeting suspicious. Another ploy of a murderer, or an overeager and impolite apprentice? She chewed on her tongue, and shrugged off the intrusive thoughts the best she could.
"Border training?" she asked quizzically. "Y'wanna see the borders? Okay," she told it. She'd been grooming her pelt, so she gave her shoulder a final lick and got to her paws. "I'll take ya, then," she agreed and began padding out of the camp. "What's yer name, kid?" she inquired.
"Leapingpaw,." It said in a curt manner. Thankful that it was going to be able to get borders done but its voice and face showed no emotion. Leapingpaw found it hard not to smile when its brother wasn't around. The apprentice followed after the warrior wondering what all the borders could look like. It had to make sure that it's bother never got close to them. Ah, it just realized that this was a win win. Leapingpaw learned something and it could persuade it's brother to never get close to them to keep him safe. Wonderful.
"Which is the first one we go to?" It said with a twinkle of interest.
...didn't Bitternpaw mention a sibling of his? Or was that somebody else. Fenneldrop stared at the apprentice, trying to detect any similarities that pointed to blood relation. Perhaps the white-gray coloring.
decisively, she declared, "Herondive Hollow." just thinking about that place made her mood dampen. "we share it with those squirrels," she explained to Leapingpaw as she led the way to the darker parts of the forest. despite dreading getting a whiff of ThunderClan, she was pleased to find the apprentice had at least a morsel of interest. it's the best she could hope for, instead of seeming boring to it.
Leapingpaw nodded its head. It sounded as good of a place to start as any. Squirrels huh? That must have meant that it was the Thunderclan border, unless there was a new clan being called the tree rodent. So with that it followed Fenneldrop along while pondering what the border would look like. So with that it followed them along.
Once they reached the border, Leapingpaw wrinkled its face smelling the scents of the rats. Yeesh, wonder if those cats ever heard of a bath. "Hm, so this is what they call antiquate? Their camp must be a disaster." It scoffed. Maybe Shadowclan should shake some sense to them, it would be nice to take the land from them after all. Oh look, it was day dreaming again.
Lately, he'd really been getting into rocks. Craggy ones, smooth ones, shiny ones, pearly ones, dull ones, flat ones - they were all so interesting!
More interesting than his life.
He hadn't realized that growing up would mean... well, this. Half the time, he still felt like a bumbling apprentice scrambling to get a shred of training from anybody who'd listen. But he wasn't that anymore. He was an adult, who could make his own adult decisions - well past the giddy phase of new warriorhood.
The loneliness was unexpected. He used to make friends all the time, or, at least, it felt like it. Now he didn't. He was at the bottom of a well, shouting up, hearing his voice echo in the only reply he'd ever get.
He tried not to dwell on that too long. It wasn't true. It couldn't be.
When approached by a young apprentice, the warrior brightened quickly and slid the turmoil of molten, oozing emotions back behind a smile. "Heya, what's up?" he pried curiously. He tried not to get too excited that somebody was (probably) going to talk to him, because it was just an apprentice, and not someone his age, or someone he knew. He still liked to hang around the youth, seeing as he used to be just like them, though it certainly didn't seem to help him get out of the well.
Leapingpaw had enough rest. It was time for it to go back out there and get some training. It scanned the clan for a cat that seemed like they would be willing till it fell on one cat in particular. They seemed smart enough. So Leapingpaw trotted over to the warrior. "Take me training." It said tersely. Hm, perhaps it should say more than just that? "The borders, seen Heron dive. The others are a mystery to me." It said trying to be a more colorful with its speech. 'Mystery to me' how quaint, it was getting closer to cat speak, not Leapingspeak. Maybe it would even learn how to say please and thank you, but that was far from now.
Leapingpaw had enough rest. It was time for it to go back out there and get some training. It scanned the clan for a cat that seemed like they would be willing till it fell on one cat in particular. They seemed smart enough. So Leapingpaw trotted over to the warrior. "Take me training." It said tersely. Hm, perhaps it should say more than just that? "The borders, seen Heron dive. The others are a mystery to me." It said trying to be a more colorful with its speech. 'Mystery to me' how quaint, it was getting closer to cat speak, not Leapingspeak. Maybe it would even learn how to say please and thank you, but that was far from now.
Sagechaser recovered quickly and nodded. "Uh, alright," he acquiesced, with nothing better to do. Besides, it'd be awfully hypocritical of him to refuse when he'd been begging like a dirt-suckin' poor for any training some time back. So he hashtag live laugh loved and nodded eagerly. "I can do that, yeah."
So, like. Borders... oh! Oh, Mire! Whispering Wetlands! Yes, they'll go there first... the pale warrior took off in the direction of the swampy border they shared with WindClan, humming happly at the thought of getting out of camp. Maybe Leapingpaw could be a little happier, too. It didn't really seem like the enjoyable type. Had to loosen up some. His age old proverb popped back into his mind: the whole clan had to loosen up some.
Well, he'll concern himself with that later, when the sun didn't shine so nice on his back.
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