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TIGERFROST ♂
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WINDCLAN / LEAD WARRIOR
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PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH

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Now that he was feeling a bit better, Tigerfrost saw no reason not to check up on Snailpaw. He knows better than to spar with his apprentice, still healing as he was, but there was no reason the Lead Warrior couldn't run a few assessments on the apprentice's progress. Stars, they're as big as any warrior, the Lead Warrior sighs in thought. It didn't matter though, neither size nor age. Snailpaw's former mentor had failed to make a warrior out of the youth, but Tigerfrost had no such intentions. He would not fail Sootstar, or WindClan. Nor would he fail Snailpaw. He had led the apprentice toward Outlook Rock, though they remained in the shadow of it's stony base, a pleasant place to rest a moment after their trek.

"So, how is your... sleep sickness? Is it any better these days?" Tigerfrost had been stuck in camp for nearly two weeks time, and he hasn't had much time to speak with his apprentice since. He hopes the routine is helping at least.


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It'd been a while since they'd last had a training session, owing to the injuries the other had accrued fighting. Snailpaw hadn't come out unscathed but they'd been lucky by comparison, considering the intensity with which RiverClan's medicine cat had come after them. Their pelt was practically spotless by now, save for the brief lines that split their draping fur where they still needed to regrow lost hair. They were silent as they followed their mentor, their head held high and their tall tail gently rocking as if batted by the breeze behind them. Sapphire eyes mulled over Outlook Rock, a twinge of sadness plaguing their foggy thoughts as they recalled the good memories left to rot by Firefang's treachery. She would see them now and proclaim that her intervention was the best thing that had ever happened to them, but she'd taken away the autonomy they so desperately craved. Regardless of the positives, they could never forgive the clipping of their wings. A halt in movement caused the marbled tabby to stop as well, ears perked as a question was posed.

He blinked fervently, near enough eye level with the Lead Warrior but feeling the different levels of maturity and experience nearly immediately. "I mean, kinda?" They tilted their head, frowning gently. 'Kinda' was too soft an explanation they thought, their mood weighed them down like matted fur, and if they could just be rid of that then they were sure Tigerfrost's advice would've worked even better. They weren't sure how to balance being happy and being healthy anymore though, WindClan was only strong enough to grant them one at a time. "It's still hard to stay awake and I've still been fallin' asleep in the middle of stuff but it seems... I dunno, less frequent? Or less intense? Stars know how to describe it." They conveniently left out how tough it was to stick to the one thing that seemed to benefit them more than anything - a schedule. A lackadaisical childhood and upbringing once their first mentor gave up didn't leave much room to fit in with the lifestyle of other WindClanners. They knew this all too well, it scared them to lose it when they no longer had someone checking in on them. Snailpaw rubbed their paw across the back of their scarred leg, finding the strength to smile at their tabby mentor. He didn't know if Tigerfrost had their best intentions in mind, they felt their fur unconsciously bristle at the thought of letting their guard down, all the same, some things needed to be said.

Their voice was more confident, and less monotonous around the Lead Warrior as it may have once been as they got accustomed to how Tigerfrost worked. He wasn't a cat the tabby agreed with but... stars, it had been some time since they'd had someone they could look up to. "Listen uh, before we start I just... I wanted to say thank you. None of the other cats have tried to help me with it, they just laughed or treated me like I was infected or just told me to deal with it and... and... you didn't do that. You've tried to help and- I dunno, it means something. Maybe that was just to help WindClan but even if that were the case, you've still benefitted me in the process, y'know?" They made a face as if cringing at an old memory. They'd been prepared to express gratitude but now it felt weird. Tigerfrost didn't seem to be the sentimental type and they could imagine him barking about how he was 'just doing his job' and dismissing the heartfelt comment. They let out nervous laughter to prepare themself for such a thing. "So uh, yeah. Thanks."
 
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TIGERFROST ♂
0/9

WINDCLAN / LEAD WARRIOR
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH

HEALTH:

Well, Tigerfrost supposed a little better was preferable over no improvement at all. He's completely uncertain how to help Snailpaw, really, simply assumed a schedule might keep the apprentice awake more throughout the day, and it seemed he had been somewhat correct. Whether or not Snailpaw could ever be cured of the so called sleep sickness is beyond him, but the Lead Warrior hopes they'll at least find some better way of managing it in the future, particularly with their training soon coming to it's close.

He doesn't expect the gratitude, so Tigerfrost's eyes glimmer with surprise. He and Snailpaw did not see eye to eye, that much was clear. The Lead Warrior expected much from the youth, particularly after their loyalty had been called into question. No doubt it was a burden upon the apprentice's shoulders. But Tigerfrost had promised Sootstar, and quite frankly, he can see that Snailpaw has come a long way since that incident. They were still rather immature, but so were most newly named warriors. Firefang and Gravelsnap came to mind. Perhaps it was simply a coming of age sort of thing. Tigerfrost was probably less disciplined at that age, as well.

"You're welcome." Tigerfrost finally overcomes his surprise to offer a rather simply spoken reply. He is pleased by Snailpaw's recent performance, but he's also not the type to get sentimental or emotional over such things. He's also rather awkward when it comes to expressions of gratitude, because Tigerfrost is well aware of his ill-tempered personality, and his general struggle with maintaining friendly relationships. "I believe it is nearly time for you to become a warrior. I will be informing Sootstar soon. Your actions in the fight against RiverClan have proven your willingness to fight as a WindClanner." He offers gruffly, tail curling through the warm air behind him.

"Before we do that, though, I want to insure your hunting skills are on par with the rest of the warriors in this clan. So, your goal today is to catch something for WindClan, be it a bird, a hare, or something else. Prove that you can provide for your clan, and you will soon have your warrior name." The Lead Warrior vows. After training, he hopes to see Snailpaw gain some independence in regards to hunting. "Additionally, you may have the mornings to yourself now, provided you are not assigned to any patrols. I still expect you to eat breakfast, and maintain the rest of your schedule, but as you are likely soon to become a warrior, you should get used to making your own choices again." The tabby tom explains.

Snailpaw could spend their mornings however they'd like, and Tigerfrost would continue their lessons in the afternoon. Whether or not the apprentice continued with their routine after earning their warrior name was entirely up to them, but the Lead Warrior would certainly be unhappy to discover Snailpaw sleeping all day, not providing anything for the clan, warrior or not. Tigerfrost had provided a means to help maintain Snailpaw's health, had given them the necessary tools to provide for WindClan if they chose to do so. A failure in that regard would be on Snailpaw's head. Warriors could make their own choices and decisions, but that did not mean they could be made without consequence.

But, so long as Snailpaw was able to continue providing for WindClan after earning their warrior name, Tigerfrost would be content.
 

They blinked in conflicted surprise as Tigerfrost declared them near-ready to be a warrior. After 9 months of training... Snailpaw wasn't even sure what being an adult would look like in WindClan's eyes. Was it even fair for them to be a WindClanner? Their actions in the raid had been to serve themself more than the clan but, they supposed with how they worded it, it was unlikely that the others would've seen it that way. Their shoulders sagged - Stars, what a heavy lot of lies to have to keep up so they didn't get killed. 'It'll get easier', they wanted to tell themselves, but even the cruelest of WindClan could be surprisingly disarming at times. Tigerfrost continued and they perked up again - was that... a warrior's assessment? Snailpaw tilted their head, tempted to ask, but decided to save it, unsure if they wanted to encourage their path to freedom or stay where it was comfortable and familiar. "Free mornings?" They repeated, the words like a hug from a cactus. Sure, it was still warm and cozy, but it was still incredibly uncomfortable. Snailpaw almost laughed - they wouldn't have been saying that a moon ago. A moon ago they would've cherished it, now, they weren't sure if it'd lead to more pain. "Will do! A warrior... Stars, I hope my name will be alright."

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Silence, the state of a moor not accentuated with any of its usual sounds. No partridges there to bark, no horses there to neigh, and even the cats made no noise as they brushed past the long grasses. A singular rabbit, its youth giving it the confidence to disperse from its main group near its warren, gently nibbed on alfalfa. Its attention was divided between its meal and the horizon, stretching so far that the corners of its vision blurred trying to make sense of the moving grey stone on the horizon. No sooner did the lapine spot did that rock disappear, rolling into the long strands of shrubbery below the hill. Then, it was back to eating.

Snailpaw's breath was so light that they swore their head began to feel woozy from a lack of oxygen. Though dozens of fox lengths away from their target, the pressure was on to perform. Their paws scarcely even seemed to make contact with the earth, hovering above it before quick leaps forward were taken. On level ground with the rabbit, it was difficult to see them, but they were hesitant to raise their head for fear of making eye contact with it and ruining their entire approach. It was up to Snailpaw to keep track of the distance... eleven foxlengths... ten foxlengths... nine foxlengths... what did a tiger even look like? No... no, focus. Six foxlengths... seven foxlengths? The apprentice's stalk ground to a halt, their mouth parted in a dumbfounded expression. Hesitantly, they peaked above the overhead grass, nearly falling back when they saw that the lagomorph was certainly not as faraway as a few foxes. They were practically on top of it, and as their shadow was cast over the rabbit, it took one look up and bolted.

Swears filled the tabby's scattered thoughts as they gave chase to the rabbit. As its strong legs kicked up dirt, Snailpaw had to squint to keep track of the tan creature through the seemingly eternal tall grass. It was a stalemate for metres, neither side gaining or losing, but the tabby could feel their limbs begin to strain against the pressure of their speed. They would be the one to lose if this went on much longer - but they couldn't lose, they had something to prove. Their impact on the ground was suddenly heavier. A knee bent more forcefully, a hock pushing more strongly, alabaster paws spread out as they suddenly leaped. Like a slate fox, they came bearing down paws first on the rabbit, jabbing into its neck and eliciting a squeak from it. Stars, they hated this part - the noise of death was coming. They brought their teeth down to where their paws had been mere moments prior and bit down, holding the rabbit still as its hind legs kicked furiously underneath it. As blood coated their pearly fangs, the struggle lessened and lessened until eventually, Snailpaw felt confident in saying that the rabbit was well and truly dead.

Panting, they released their grip and looked back to where they had run from, expecting a brown and white figure to appear at any time.
 

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TIGERFROST ♂
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WINDCLAN / LEAD WARRIOR
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH

HEALTH:

Melting into the grass, the dusty hued tabby follows after his apprentice, eyes blazing with intensity. He keeps his distance, following the other by scent, occasionally peering at them from the tall grass nearby. Snailpaw was stalking after a rabbit, now. Like a shadow, the apprentice creeps ever closer to their prey, too close, in fact. The critter is alerted, and it bolts. Now, Snailpaw has to run the poor thing down, but if they were to become a moor runner, then such a thing was expected. Tigerfrost has to kick up his own pace to keep up, while still maintaining enough distance that he would not interfere with the hunt. Perhaps miraculously, Snailpaw actually managed to leap upon the animal, killing it quickly.

Just as the apprentice had expected, Tigerfrost melts from the grass nearby, peering at the success with glimmering eyes.

"Nicely done." Rare praise, offered gruffly. Rabbits were no easy prey, but any worthy WindClan moor- runner would be able to catch one. "Perhaps she will call you Snailpounce, for your apparent leaping ability." It was more-so a dry humored attempt at a joke toward an earlier comment than anything else. Sootstar's right to naming was divine in nature, Tigerfrost could not really hope to compare to such things. "You have proven that you can provide for your clan. You have passed my assessment." The Lead Warrior points out, then adding, "I will speak with Sootstar about you, soon." A roughly spoken vow, but Snailpaw should feel proud.