- Aug 6, 2023
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When she rises, early morning, theres a certain fire in her as she rouses Horizonpaw from his own sleep, letting him eat before they set out towards the beech copse. She has something planned, something she hasn't exactly done before- but something that is needed… She needs her apprentice to be ready for anything. She needs him to be prepared… That is her job as a mentor and there will be no way, Stars willing, that she will fail another apprentice. The mud that once coated her fur as she searched and searched for Riverpaw feels heavy on her coat, even if it was long gone.
The colors of dawn streak against the sky and the leaf-fall wind is bitter and chilling with the hint of something warmer to come later in the day. She stands before him, tall and expectant. The wind blows just slightly, pulling at a plush coat, seemingly biting deep in her skin, cold seeping in to her bones.
"If you can knock me off my paws… I will consider that a win for you." she lashes her tail behind her, more like a serpent than anything else… If you can defend yourself more than Riverpaw, then I will not have failed you to... And oh, she prays he can, she prays he can surge forwards and knock the warbitten molly off her paws, she prays that he has been akin to a sponge, watching and soaking up each lesson she teaches him. "No claws… But fight dirty if you need. In a real battle… Nothing will be off limits." the ground rules are in place, the stage is set.
How many moons until the boy in front of her becomes a warrior? Three? Four? Or maybe even two? Its early in the morning and shes hard-set on something thats blocking out the rest of her thoughts- she scrapes an idle paw against the ground. He has to learn. There is no better way to learn than to do. "A good warrior must always be on their toes," she punctuates this by launching forwards, attempting to swipe Horizonpaws paws right out from under him with a well-timed sweep.
The colors of dawn streak against the sky and the leaf-fall wind is bitter and chilling with the hint of something warmer to come later in the day. She stands before him, tall and expectant. The wind blows just slightly, pulling at a plush coat, seemingly biting deep in her skin, cold seeping in to her bones.
"If you can knock me off my paws… I will consider that a win for you." she lashes her tail behind her, more like a serpent than anything else… If you can defend yourself more than Riverpaw, then I will not have failed you to... And oh, she prays he can, she prays he can surge forwards and knock the warbitten molly off her paws, she prays that he has been akin to a sponge, watching and soaking up each lesson she teaches him. "No claws… But fight dirty if you need. In a real battle… Nothing will be off limits." the ground rules are in place, the stage is set.
How many moons until the boy in front of her becomes a warrior? Three? Four? Or maybe even two? Its early in the morning and shes hard-set on something thats blocking out the rest of her thoughts- she scrapes an idle paw against the ground. He has to learn. There is no better way to learn than to do. "A good warrior must always be on their toes," she punctuates this by launching forwards, attempting to swipe Horizonpaws paws right out from under him with a well-timed sweep.
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❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 43 months
❥ riverclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring horizonpaw
❥ chocolate tortie smoke with blue eyes ʚ♡ɞ tall & regal
❥ "speech, fd9367" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
❥ single ʚ♡ɞ lesbian
❥ smells like freshly cut grass & rain ʚ♡ɞ echoes of greenleaf
❥ penned by chuff