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Thundergleam ignored the thrumming of her thrill the same way she ignored the shame of deriding glances; she could let nothing interfere with her composure. Oh, but her first apprentice- and Tigerkit, Tigerpaw, of them all! No doubt it was an exciting thing, but ... oh, she could squeal her joy to Silverpelt soon enough! The Stars would hear her song of gratitude tenfold, yes... that they had not lead her astray by calling her to ThunderClan's borders, that she tread a path grooved already for her paws. And now, Tigerpaw behind her! It was thrilling, thrilling ...
Maybe her giddiness was a little tangible in the star-shine of her eyes, though her smile managed to remain proper. Poised and backlit by dappling sun, she motioned her apprentice sit before her in a canopied clearing. "Take in the scents of the territory," she instructed. "Allow them to wash over you ... feel the spirit of a true Thunderclanner within you. Your blood is strong, dear - rooted in the oak forest from the day of your inception. No doubt, your ancestors sing to you now."
Oh, perhaps she was getting carried away ... the voices of those long-past, not any warrior could here. It would not do Tigerpaw any good to attempt to force her down a path of interpretation. The little boost was all she could give in good conscience. A feather-soft clearing of the throat, and then ... "Tell me, what do you know of the Warrior Code?"
Perhaps the answers would be buried in her bone-marrow.
\ @TIGERPAW
Maybe her giddiness was a little tangible in the star-shine of her eyes, though her smile managed to remain proper. Poised and backlit by dappling sun, she motioned her apprentice sit before her in a canopied clearing. "Take in the scents of the territory," she instructed. "Allow them to wash over you ... feel the spirit of a true Thunderclanner within you. Your blood is strong, dear - rooted in the oak forest from the day of your inception. No doubt, your ancestors sing to you now."
Oh, perhaps she was getting carried away ... the voices of those long-past, not any warrior could here. It would not do Tigerpaw any good to attempt to force her down a path of interpretation. The little boost was all she could give in good conscience. A feather-soft clearing of the throat, and then ... "Tell me, what do you know of the Warrior Code?"
Perhaps the answers would be buried in her bone-marrow.
\ @TIGERPAW
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