Tick Training! /•᷅‎‎•᷄\୭

[sleepyyjax]

Contents:

Territory Tour:

Morning Ruins: Newt-Tick
Dawning Woods:
Darkwater Mire:
Evergreen Grotto:
Herondive Hollow [TC Border]:
Saltmeadow Marsh [RC Border]: -
Whispering Wetlands [WC Border]: -

Newtbelly
he/him | 24 moons
Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend, Killer Aptitude T2, Kitty Softpaws T1
ShadowClan Enforcer
header: @/daragca

Nothing new, huh? He tilted his head curiously, but didn't say anything. He did worry about the apprentice, wondering how he survived out there at all. It seemed more likely for a young apprentice to get carried away than a prey bird, one of the owls even, than survive all on their own, but he'd done it somehow. He supposed he couldn't force him to share, could he? Newtbelly understood how privacy was important, so he wouldn't stick his nose in further. Then, the topic of training came back - a much easier thing to stomach. "Absolutely," he nodded. It'd be great to give the apprentice a run-down of the territory and ensure any... Accidents don't happen again. "Well, I mean, there's no better time than the present, are you free to go now?" He asked, not waiting for much of an answer. It seemed a well known fact that apprentices were rarely busy. There wasn't nearly as much for them to get done.

The calico lead the way out into territory, pretty glad that the whole place was no longer on lockdown, like it had been way back when. Even then, he supposed he'd have permission to get out now, wouldn't he? Though, if the territory were still crawling with predators, he reckoned Dawnstar wouldn't appreciate him dragging an apprentice out here. Well, good job it wasn't any more. Their first stop would be The Mourning Ruins. It was a strange place. Newtbelly knew a fire happened here, but not much else. "These are The Mourning Ruins. They were once a twoleg nest, but they set on fire. If I'm honest, I don't know much about that whole ordeal. I don't believe I'd been born yet." He explained. He hated to disappoint every time he showed an apprentice this spot.

"Nowadays, it's a great hunting spot. Plenty of shadowy places to hide." Memories of his battle here flooded back quickly, and he couldn't leave it unsaid, "though, predators do occasionally decide it's a good hunting spot, too. Owlthroat and I fought a fox here." He gestured to the scars on his shoulder and ribs. Soon, they wouldn't be visible - pale fur would grow over them. They hadn't been too deep, and Mossfreckle's work had allowed them to heal up easily. "Those owls took up residence here for a while, too," he sniffed. The tom was still jealous that he wasn't selected for that attack, but what could be done?

@Fritter

[Fritter]

Originally Posted by sleepyyjax

Contents:

Territory Tour:

Morning Ruins: Newt-Tick
Dawning Woods:
Darkwater Mire:
Evergreen Grotto:
Herondive Hollow [TC Border]:
Saltmeadow Marsh [RC Border]: -
Whispering Wetlands [WC Border]: -

Newtbelly
he/him | 24 moons
Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend, Killer Aptitude T2, Kitty Softpaws T1
ShadowClan Enforcer
header: @/daragca

Nothing new, huh? He tilted his head curiously, but didn't say anything. He did worry about the apprentice, wondering how he survived out there at all. It seemed more likely for a young apprentice to get carried away than a prey bird, one of the owls even, than survive all on their own, but he'd done it somehow. He supposed he couldn't force him to share, could he? Newtbelly understood how privacy was important, so he wouldn't stick his nose in further. Then, the topic of training came back - a much easier thing to stomach. "Absolutely," he nodded. It'd be great to give the apprentice a run-down of the territory and ensure any... Accidents don't happen again. "Well, I mean, there's no better time than the present, are you free to go now?" He asked, not waiting for much of an answer. It seemed a well known fact that apprentices were rarely busy. There wasn't nearly as much for them to get done.

The calico lead the way out into territory, pretty glad that the whole place was no longer on lockdown, like it had been way back when. Even then, he supposed he'd have permission to get out now, wouldn't he? Though, if the territory were still crawling with predators, he reckoned Dawnstar wouldn't appreciate him dragging an apprentice out here. Well, good job it wasn't any more. Their first stop would be The Mourning Ruins. It was a strange place. Newtbelly knew a fire happened here, but not much else. "These are The Mourning Ruins. They were once a twoleg nest, but they set on fire. If I'm honest, I don't know much about that whole ordeal. I don't believe I'd been born yet." He explained. He hated to disappoint every time he showed an apprentice this spot.

"Nowadays, it's a great hunting spot. Plenty of shadowy places to hide." Memories of his battle here flooded back quickly, and he couldn't leave it unsaid, "though, predators do occasionally decide it's a good hunting spot, too. Owlthroat and I fought a fox here." He gestured to the scars on his shoulder and ribs. Soon, they wouldn't be visible - pale fur would grow over them. They hadn't been too deep, and Mossfreckle's work had allowed them to heal up easily. "Those owls took up residence here for a while, too," he sniffed. The tom was still jealous that he wasn't selected for that attack, but what could be done?

@Fritter

[Tick Paw]
[Purrks- Bewitched/Constant Hunger-Chill of Death-Shadow Fiend-Lyrebirds Lullaby]
[He Him] - [Shadowclan Apprentice] - [9 Moons]

(Still 8 moons in this post)

TickPaw exploded into movement the moment the ‘are you free to go now’ reached his ears. Training!! At last!!! It took a rather (for him) embarrassing moment for him to collect himself and nod, although he was already pawing at the ground waiting to leave this stuffy camp. He hadn’t been in the territory since he arrived, but now he had the opportunity to actually learn it hopefully he could get a better understanding of it. His least favourite parts of the territory would have to be decided after he’d actually learnt them.

TickPaw was eyeing his surroundings, it was all much less glorious than he’d built up in his head, but he hardly cared. His immediate reaction to being somewhere new was to look absolutely everywhere he could to take in its key features, wellst he got.. a history lesson. He tried to pay close attention- but his focus was elsewhere. When NewtBelly mentioned it had caught fire, he wasn’t sure what to picture, afterall he’d never seen fire before, he’d the faintest idea what it looked like, although at most he knew it was very very nasty. “A..fire?” He was absolutely not looking for more information, but staying quiet for so long felt more unnatural when he knew he was meant to be asking things.

He could already tell that his orange fur would stick out like a sore thumb in most of these places, so hearing it was well shadowed was music to his ears. Tickpaw nodded along at each word wellst simultaneously straying away to glance around, although only by one or two pawsteps. It certainly smellt funny here. TickPaw wasn’t much of a verbal learner, as he learnt early on. For him demonstrations did him better than any telling off or talk could ever, so he was trying to soak all of his surroundings in best he could- although it made listening to NewtBelly at the same time difficult. When the conversation shifted to battle he blinked and glanced over, scars? TickPaw didn’t have any scars. He never really wanted any, he’d heard a lot of cats love the idea of scars but they seemed far too painful for the result. He couldn’t help another question to fill what he wasn’t saying, he had to show he was atleast interested for somecat who had been so desperate to get out of camp. “A fox.. I never have seen one, how did you fight it off?” He had heard they’re incredibly nasty, he’d glimpsed one from quite a distance wellst he was lost but it was only really a glimpse. It might have been a badger or something else.

(Gah im so sorry for how late i’ve been replying my motivation had gotten stuck for writing tickpaw i’ll try reply a bit quicker from now!!!)