▢ Territory Tour
----▢ Evergreen Grotto
----☒ Dawning Woods
----▢ Mourning ruins
----▢ Darkwater Mire
----☒ Saltmeadow Marsh
----☒ Whispering Wetlands
----☒ Herondive Hollow
▢ Hunting
▢ Battle
▢ Stealth
▢ Other
▢ Other Newtbelly
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend | 17 moons
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This morning, Newtbelly was practically cursing himself for separating Stempaw and Silentpaw's territory tours. He was happy to do it twice, but it wasn't exactly ideal. He'd take a different route this time at least, switch it up. The tom found himself awake early again - best to go with the same approach for both apprentices, he realised treating the two differently could get out of paw quickly, if one thought the other was having an easier time, or getting better training. Once again, he visited the apprentice den. Seemed he was popping his head in here all the time. "Morning Stempaw," he gave the apprentice a poke with his paw, "time for training," he mumbled, volume low as not to disturb the sleeping paws, before leaving quickly - he didn't like to stay in the den long. Now, he'd wait. The structure he'd used with Silentpaw seemed to work just fine - a territory tour, then hunting. Maybe they'd stop somewhere different though, if Stempaw didn't mind the mire, maybe they could spy out a frog or two?
Stempaw was already awake when Newtbelly came to retrieve him, trying to get a stubborn burr out of his pale yellow pelt. His ears swiveled when he heard his name, his head lifted sharply when he recognized the voice of his mentor, the burr stuck on his tongue. Stempaw winced in pain when the burr was ripped out of his pelt, his eyes becoming moist from the pain. He kept trying to spit the burr of fur off but it was stuck, so he ended up having to use his paws to swipe it off. "Ugh that was stupid..." He grumbled, getting to his paws and shaking out his coat.
He quickly slipped out of the apprentice's den, embarrassed to high stars over what just happened. But he refused to let something like that slow him down, he was too excited to start his training! This was too important! And he was too proud to turn and lick the spot at his flank that was now pulsing with pain. He looked to his mentor, eyes bright with excitement and whiskers twitching. "Well? Let's get going!" He meowed, bounding forward a few steps and looking back at Newtbelly impatiently.
Stempaw was already awake when Newtbelly came to retrieve him, trying to get a stubborn burr out of his pale yellow pelt. His ears swiveled when he heard his name, his head lifted sharply when he recognized the voice of his mentor, the burr stuck on his tongue. Stempaw winced in pain when the burr was ripped out of his pelt, his eyes becoming moist from the pain. He kept trying to spit the burr of fur off but it was stuck, so he ended up having to use his paws to swipe it off. "Ugh that was stupid..." He grumbled, getting to his paws and shaking out his coat.
He quickly slipped out of the apprentice's den, embarrassed to high stars over what just happened. But he refused to let something like that slow him down, he was too excited to start his training! This was too important! And he was too proud to turn and lick the spot at his flank that was now pulsing with pain. He looked to his mentor, eyes bright with excitement and whiskers twitching. "Well? Let's get going!" He meowed, bounding forward a few steps and looking back at Newtbelly impatiently.
Stempaw was enthusiastic, but maybe a bit boisterous for his taste - he got the feeling he might just be a pawful. Well, it wasn't like he hadn't been one of those for his own mentor - surely this would be fine. He trailed past Stempaw to the camp exit, "glad you're eager," he commented, "we're gonna do a quick territory tour, and get some hunting done in the middle, that sound good?" Maybe they should start at the Grotto, then touch on borders, then hunt? No, Stempaw seemed too energetic for that, he didn't want to lead a restless apprentice round the territory for ages. Then, maybe he should follow a similar structure to yesterday's training, with Silentpaw? That seemed reliable enough. Grotto, Ruins, Mire (hunting), borders? He'd better check what Stempaw thought of hunting round the mire, though. But that was a question for later. He exited the camp, tail beckoning for Stempaw to follow.
Stempaw honestly didn't care what order did things in, he was just thrilled to be doing stuff! "Sure! That's fine with me!" He mewed, bounding after his mentor. "Which border are we seeing first?" In his excitement, he almost forget to be an annoying scruffy furball. It wasn't like that was what Stempaw set out to be, he just said what he was feeling. It was like he wasn't able to filter his emotions.
Stempaw honestly didn't care what order did things in, he was just thrilled to be doing stuff! "Sure! That's fine with me!" He mewed, bounding after his mentor. "Which border are we seeing first?" In his excitement, he almost forget to be an annoying scruffy furball. It wasn't like that was what Stempaw set out to be, he just said what he was feeling. It was like he wasn't able to filter his emotions.
Hmm. He hadn't thought about starting with borders, but maybe that'd be easier. They were probably the exciting part. Saltmeadow Marsh seemed the least boring, so they'd start there. "How about RiverClan?" he tilted his head. Hopefully, the fishy clan's return would make the border a little more interesting than usual, he thought as he padded along.
Around ShadowClan, the ground was generally quite soft, but it became even softer as they neared the marsh. Soon enough, RiverClan's sink was filling his nose. "Here we are," he mewled, clambering round the brush. "The mud can be a bit of a pain, but it's fine this time of year. You'll see frogs and that round here, but I prefer to hunt away from the borders." He then moved on to mark the border, "pretty obvious - but on border patrol, you've gotta mark the borders." Well, that trip was far less exciting than he'd hoped. "Any questions? Shall we move ot the next one?"
Hmm. He hadn't thought about starting with borders, but maybe that'd be easier. They were probably the exciting part. Saltmeadow Marsh seemed the least boring, so they'd start there. "How about RiverClan?" he tilted his head. Hopefully, the fishy clan's return would make the border a little more interesting than usual, he thought as he padded along.
Around ShadowClan, the ground was generally quite soft, but it became even softer as they neared the marsh. Soon enough, RiverClan's sink was filling his nose. "Here we are," he mewled, clambering round the brush. "The mud can be a bit of a pain, but it's fine this time of year. You'll see frogs and that round here, but I prefer to hunt away from the borders." He then moved on to mark the border, "pretty obvious - but on border patrol, you've gotta mark the borders." Well, that trip was far less exciting than he'd hoped. "Any questions? Shall we move ot the next one?"
Stempaw turned to Newtbelly and nodded, though he also wrinkled his nose at the thought. “I guess starting with the worst smelling clan works for me.” He meowed. At least that way, the borders would only get better as they went. He let his eyes travel the marshes, then watched his mentor demonstrate marking the border. He barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the obvious statement. Well duh! Of course we mark borders on border patrols! But despite himself, he nodded.
Stempaw tried to mimic what his mentor was doing. “Like this you mean?” He asked, a little hint of annoyance in his voice but only slight. He knew this was an important part of being a warrior, so despite how stupid he thought this was, he did want to make sure he did it correctly.
Stempaw turned to Newtbelly and nodded, though he also wrinkled his nose at the thought. “I guess starting with the worst smelling clan works for me.” He meowed. At least that way, the borders would only get better as they went. He let his eyes travel the marshes, then watched his mentor demonstrate marking the border. He barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the obvious statement. Well duh! Of course we mark borders on border patrols! But despite himself, he nodded.
Stempaw tried to mimic what his mentor was doing. “Like this you mean?” He asked, a little hint of annoyance in his voice but only slight. He knew this was an important part of being a warrior, so despite how stupid he thought this was, he did want to make sure he did it correctly.
Newtbelly
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend | 17 moons
header: @/daragca
Stempaw sounded a little annoyed for a second, but he still tried out marking the border, so Newtbelly wasn't all too bothered. "Mm-hm. That's right." It seemed there wasn't much else to say about FishyClan. "Any questions, lemme know - otherwise, let's get away from this stench."
Next came the Whispering Wetlands. It was pretty similar to the Saltmeadow Marsh, to be honest. Maybe a little bit dryer? Willow trees loomed over them as they arrived. It seemed these tours were never as fun as he hoped, he thought as he stretched. "WindClan's border - the Whispering Wetlands." Newtbelly enjoyed the cover from the branches, but certainly wasn't a fan of the big open parts of the wetland. "Again, this is the kind of place you find frogs, toads, maybe newts." The clan didn't smell interesting. Rabbit-ey, grass-ey.
Stempaw sounded a little annoyed for a second, but he still tried out marking the border, so Newtbelly wasn't all too bothered. "Mm-hm. That's right." It seemed there wasn't much else to say about FishyClan. "Any questions, lemme know - otherwise, let's get away from this stench."
Next came the Whispering Wetlands. It was pretty similar to the Saltmeadow Marsh, to be honest. Maybe a little bit dryer? Willow trees loomed over them as they arrived. It seemed these tours were never as fun as he hoped, he thought as he stretched. "WindClan's border - the Whispering Wetlands." Newtbelly enjoyed the cover from the branches, but certainly wasn't a fan of the big open parts of the wetland. "Again, this is the kind of place you find frogs, toads, maybe newts." The clan didn't smell interesting. Rabbit-ey, grass-ey.
Stempaw nodded, all too eager to move on to the next. “No questions here.” He meowed with a wave of his tail. “Can’t wait to get on to the next…” He muttered.
He was a little relieved with this border, it had a much blander scent than RiverClan’s. The breeze carried the scent of…wind? Rabbits? He didn’t like the open spaces of their territory, but he didn’t mind the scent. Much better. He nodded with satisfaction. He started to refresh the border markings without waiting for Newtbelly to tell him to do so, seemed like what the next step would be, so whatever.
[OOC: Ugh, idk why but I didn’t see this post until now!]
Stempaw nodded, all too eager to move on to the next. “No questions here.” He meowed with a wave of his tail. “Can’t wait to get on to the next…” He muttered.
He was a little relieved with this border, it had a much blander scent than RiverClan’s. The breeze carried the scent of…wind? Rabbits? He didn’t like the open spaces of their territory, but he didn’t mind the scent. Much better. He nodded with satisfaction. He started to refresh the border markings without waiting for Newtbelly to tell him to do so, seemed like what the next step would be, so whatever.
[OOC: Ugh, idk why but I didn’t see this post until now!]
Newtbelly
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend | 17 moons
header: @/daragca
"Next is ThunderClan," he mewled, leading the apprentice along the border till the ground dried out. "Here we are - this place is pretty bland." He gazed out, eyeing the creek. "Prey doesn't really show itself here, and the creek tends to ward off ThunderClan drama." There really wasn't much more to say, this border was severely boring to him. "ThunderClan smell... Weird." He commented, sniffing the sort of barky, leafy smell. "Let's head outta here," he turned tail, waiting for Stempaw to follow, "ShadowClan territory's far nicer."
"Next is ThunderClan," he mewled, leading the apprentice along the border till the ground dried out. "Here we are - this place is pretty bland." He gazed out, eyeing the creek. "Prey doesn't really show itself here, and the creek tends to ward off ThunderClan drama." There really wasn't much more to say, this border was severely boring to him. "ThunderClan smell... Weird." He commented, sniffing the sort of barky, leafy smell. "Let's head outta here," he turned tail, waiting for Stempaw to follow, "ShadowClan territory's far nicer."
[dw lol !! I do that all the time lol]
Stempaw nodded at his mentor, feeling a slight itch of annoyance at Newtbelly’s rather…lackluster demeanor. “Lead the way.” He meowed with a dramatic bow of his body and wave of his tail. Rolling his eyes before lifting his head again and following Newtbelly to the next border.
Stempaw had to admit, he was less of a fan of this border. “Well thank StarClan for that.” He muttered at Newtbelly’s comment about the creek, not meaning it to sound as sarcastic as it did but doing nothing to correct it. He assisted with marking this border too before following his mentor back into their territory. Something he could definitely agree with him on! ShadowClan’s territory felt like that best to him. “What’s next?” Stempaw asked eagerly.
Stem Training Thread ! ☼
