Firepaw's battle training!

[Lil'Ember]

Firepaw
Moons: 10
Posts: 6/100
(She/her)

Firepaw trotted along the clearing, a cheerfull energy to her steps, her amber eyes flying over every single cat that came into view, looking for a specific tom. It turns out that, at least judjing by what she had found out a few hours ago, you dont actually need to wait around to be asigned a mentor to start training! Apparently Dawnstar encouraged the apprentices to take inniciative over their own training and look for cats to teach them, and she planned to do just that while the mentor spot was empty for her. After all, Dawnstar herself was very clear when she had allowed her into the clan, if she doesnt pull her weight, she would be kicked out, and Firepaw wasnt willing to wait until the next clan meeting happened to start making herself usefull to the clan, so she asked around camp for any cats that could be up for giving her a class, and a certain "Rookfire" popped up a lot in the lists of posible teachers cats gave her.

By what she had heard, he was a Shadowclan enforcer, a rank above warrior that Dawnstar asigned to certain cats, a warrior had explained to her, and he also seemed like an experienced mentor, which basically made him the perfect fit for what Firepaw was looking for! And looking for him Firepaw was, searching through the camp looking for a tom that matched the description cats gave her (black cat with some white stripes on his tail), trying to keep the excitement in her face from being too obvious. She was about to meet one of Shadowclan's elites! One chosen by Dawnstar no less! And she was about to recieve training from him! ...Hopefully, anyway. She already had in mind exactlywhat she wanted to learn: battle training! She had thought that, considering what her skills were right now, battle training would be more usefull to her. She already knew how to hunt by way of teaching herself while she made the trip to Shadowclan, but she didnt have much to show in terms of battle prowess. Before she came to Shadowclan she mostly avoided predators instead of facing them off, and she hadnt had any hostile loner encounters, mostly becouse she always was very carefull to not get on their territory to begin with. So some fighting lessons would be ideal to round up her skills. And which you look at that, fighting was one of Rookfire's specialities!

After a little while, Firepaw finally spotted the cat she was looking for from across the clearing. The older apprentice let out a little mew of excitement and bounded towards the enforcer. As soon as she came into his view though, she made sure to calm herself down and seem a bit more profesional, sitting down in front of him with her tail neatly tucked in front of her paws before speaking, though a gleam of enthusiasm still could be seen from her eyes.

"Hi! Im Firepaw, a pleasure to meet you! You are Rookfire, right?"


@alec

[alec]

ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan enforcer | purrks ]

one of his apprentices had appeared a bit absent, too bad really, his very own little plan had been to collect himself a good resume as a mentor, assist the most ridiculous amount of young cats to reach their potential and earn their warrior names. may it be for getting on dawnstars good side, the ever present feeling that he needed to perform above and beyond to earn and maintain his keep, wanting to impress mossfreckle (for whatever reason he had gotten so focussed on getting on the herbalists good side) or just his competitive spirit pushing him to be better than everyone else. whatever it was, rookfire knew he wanted to get cinderpaw and echopaw to earn their names as quickly as possible, turn them into fine warriors, so he could take on another pair to repeat the process alongside teaching groups. now, with echopaw being a bit...distant..rookfire was in a bit of a questionable situation, he could hardly just got ask to get a new apprentice because he definitely was not backing out of this or afraid to take on a more 'complicated' or less willing apprentice. it was..complicated..yeah that was probably the easiest way to put it into words.
right now however, rookfire was laying on his side in a sunny spot near the medicine den, close enough to theoretically smell its heavy herby scent yet more or less unable to do so, it wasnt much of a surprise, after nights spent sleepy close to the very source of this particular smell his pelt had once again taken on notes of lavender, rosemary and whatever else mixed into the overall smell. it was both comforting and had been a bit stressful at the beginning, mostly because it brought back memories and feelings he thought had been long burried and had not been unearthed by being around the medicine den alone. 'brows' furrowed slightly, rookfire chewed that memory once again, the bitter taste coating his tongue no doubt caused by a particular set of cats, cobwebpaw and mistyshard in particular, though, he hardly thought mistyshard deserved to be called by her "warrior name" at all. in all honestly, he preferred thinking about his...odd..conversation with mossfreckle over a moon ago, even though that had been possibly the most embarrassed and humiliated he had ever felt, which should pretty much clarify how much anger at riverclan and mistypaw, fadingsun, everyone who wronged him, still burned inside of him. one battle wasnt enough, that one apprentices death wasnt enough, would anything ever be enough until he stood, covered in blood and panting in bliss above the limp body of the one who had taken his dignity and called himself a leader whilst acting like a kit. attacking a apprentice half his age and LOSING. running with his tail tucked and fear shining in his eyes. he was an embarassment. embarassing and disgusting filth like the rest of riverclan (save for marigoldkit, bless her heart).
firepaws movement in the corner of his working eye went unrecognised, rookfires head filing at as simply another clanmate passing by, until the apprentice was right in front of his, finally snapping him out of his thoughts, striped tail that had been tapping the group rhythmically stilling and frown filtering out of his face. out of necessity, he hated laying down whilst talking to people, rookfire sat up, now towering over the younger feline and carefully wrapping his tail around white tipped paws kneading the group momentarily.
"sure am." the enforcer replied, searching his mind for a memory of this cat, anything, their name being mentioned, him seeing them around, and came up blank, assuming they were an outsider that had recently joined, rookfire cursed the wild for being turned the other way, blowing the mollies scent away from him rather than towards him and leaving his questions about their heritage specifically unanswered for now.
"how can i help you, firepaw?"

[ @Lil'Ember ]