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[mirepurr]

All things mundane help Mirepurr — and everyone else, surely — stay afloat amidst the chaos of change. There is some relief found in the knowledge that a well-oiled machine like the Clans themselves will not abruptly stop, whir and make a fuss until it breaks and stop working altogether, when they are faced with something unfortunate. No matter what happens, duty must be attended to.

The Burnt Sycamore looms above the little crowd that Mirepurr has gathered, its presence a very blessing in itself. Its branches whisper of the past when the wind weaves between them; Mirepurr likes this place. Dense with undergrowth here, sparse there, a perfect place to teach apprentices of all ages and levels.

"Today, we'll practice sneaking," they announce, tail a confident flourish behind them. This session is meant to aid all who has taken them up on their offer back home, but their attention flits to Snowpaw and his stark white fur quick. "It's easier for some and more difficult for others, but using the shade to our advantage is our specialty. You will all be able to master it sooner or later."

They do not envy those with lighter pelts. Mirepurr themself is blessed with brown enough fur that turning invisible in times of need is not too troublesome, not even with the lighter patches around their limbs. Gaining Snowpaw as their pupil has made them come up with unique ideas that they're dying to share, but first, they need to hear Snowpaw's train of thought. "I want to know what you think of first when presented with this: you're traversing the land with not too much undergrowth, and you're forced to hide from an enemy patrol. Given your fur, it won't be as easy for you. What do you do?"

Please wait for @Snowpaw.
This thread focuses on apprentices! Mentors and onlookers are free to post though. <3

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Everything must continue, must move forward, it was how things were and Snowpaw couldn't keep wallowing, be upset that Chilledstar was gone, not when his assessment was around the corner, not when he will be a warrior so soon. Yellow eyes look to the lead warrior with a calm look within his gaze, stubby tail twitching a bit as he awaited for the instructions to be given. This would be his last moon training underneath Mirepure, his last moon training at the burnt sycamore as a 'paw, and until Smogstar deemed him worthy to train his own apprentice.

Soon enough, Mirepurr announces today's lesson, stalking. Something in which Snowpaw had a disadvantage in due to his pale fur, and yet it was an advantage during the moons when snow blankets the marsh's floor making him more easy to blend in within the terrain. Yet ears perked forward as he listened in earnest tonthe words of his mentor before prompted with a question.

In truth the simple answer to say was mud, he had to use it to his advantage anyways when it comes to hunting so there was no doubt in his mind. "Use your surroundings, be it mud or leaves, anything that can help cover you, make sure you're not heard either" he expressed calmly before looking at the other. Did they worry that Shadowclan would truly go to war now? "Try to be upwind as well so they cannot smell you coming" he placed in. These were things that could also be applied to hunting, and yet he hope that it never comes down to actually having to use his skills in a real battle but just spars.

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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 11 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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