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Florabreeze

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Weedpaw wasn't her own apprentice but she tried to keep an eye on him from afar in a non mentorlike manner, they had conversations in the past that captured her attention; which in turn created a hope to see him succeed. Stemming from that she considered him a friend, or at least someone that she enjoyed to speak with on the occasions that their paths cross. She has seen him grow as an apprentice, as such she thinks to ask his mentor about how his progress is but she truly doesn't wish to stress anyone out with her nosy prying, so she leaves it.

That doesn't stop her from being curious though, to give his mentor a break and have some time alone she had offered to take Weedpaw on a walk through the territory. Jellypaw had stayed back with her family and twolegs today so she was more than happy to offer, growing too used to having someone beside her when she travels. There was no intentions to do any actual training, instead offering to refresh his mind on their territory as some educational masquerade.

"You're a warrior soon, right?" She had heard about his first catch being recent, while there was some concern over it occurring so late at least it happened at all. "How are you feeling about it? I was really nervous, but then again I was never an apprentice in the way that you are" she chuckles as she babbles. Hoping to ease the nerves if there was any present, she had thought to ask if he was feeling ready? If he was nervous? Both those questions sounded either presumptuous or trying to invite in nerves if none were present. This was nicer, a way to dip paws into the conversation.


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  • FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
    A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
    Mentored by Sorrelsong /Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
    “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
    Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

 
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𓆝 . ° ✦ Weedpaw is glad to have the friends that he does. Though he is a bit of an introvert, those few friendships that he does have are strong and meaningful. Florabreeze had made friends with him when he'd been assigned to her former mentor, Sorrelsong, as an apprentice. She had been a welcome addition to his world that had mostly been kept to family for so long, and in time Weedpaw had found himself really looking up to the molly. She's easy to talk to. Friendly. Valiant, even.

Weedpaw picks at the ground as Florabreeze asks if he's ready to be a warrior. His steps slow, and he realizes that his insides are roiling at the mere thought of his warrior ceremony in the coming moon. Or, well, it will be in the coming moon if he manages to pass his warrior assessment. "Oh, yeah," he replies simply. A squirrel chatters audibly nearby, but he willfully ignores the sound. It reminds him too much of Figfeather's disappointment in him, of his brother's adept skillset and early graduation. Of Fluffypaw's lack of a catch too. Had he potentially somehow contributed to the delay in his sister's training too? Had his complacency somehow taught her that it was okay to be behind the curve?

"Um..." He begins again. Is he really going to do this? He glances at Florabreeze sideways. It's not like she's his mother. Though admittedly, Butterflytuft's boundless compliments and encouragement don't do very much to quell his worries. "I don't know. I guess I'm really nervous," he tips his head thoughtfully, prodding at the squirrel again as if it holds his thoughts and feelings and might help him to produce some semblance of wording. "Figfeather is disappointed in my progress," he mutters "I know she isn't my mentor, but she is my aunt. I guess I just feel like a disappointment and she's the only one willing to say it." 'Or more like,' he thinks, 'the only one who is brave enough to say anything.' Who knows what Greeneyes, Daisypaw, Fluffypaw, and his cousins think about him? Maybe even Florabreeze thinks he would make a terrible warrior.

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  • WEEDPAW — HE/HIM ・ 11 MOONS ・ SKYCLAN APPRENTICE ・ PENNED BY CARAT!
    longhaired black tomcat with low white spotting. born 11/9/23 and ages realistically 1 week every Thursday. Follow along with his growth here!
 

Weedpaw's simple reply initially doesn't instill much confidence in Florabreeze, if anything it confuses her. It sounded like a yes but his general demeanor seemed to indicate that this is in fact a no. The sound of a squirrel chattering nearby causes an ear to twitch as she follows the sound, should they try to catch that? Prey is going to probably grow scarce eventually so it wouldn't be a bad idea but... That's not what this little gathering the pair is having is about. She pushes the thought aside and continues their slow crawl of a walk, glancing at the apprentice when he starts to speak again.

She finds herself slowing down to a stop, settling on her haunches to give him her undivided attention. He admits that he's nervous, her smile is sympathetic in kind. She can understand that, being nervous before her own assessment, though she found the actual event kind of cathartic. There is curiosity as she watches him prod at the ground, thinking of how to try and coax further conversation out of him. "Ah, I see" she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. The she-cat wasn't there but she had heard about Figfeathers disappointment from other clan mates later on. Not that Weedpaw needs to know that, she's sure that it would be crushing to find out that cats were talking about it.

"Family's opinions can be important, I understand that" he isn't the only one that feels like a disappointment to them, though his worth is seemingly measured in skill as an apprentice. She likes Figfeather but the she-cat is a little too stern sometimes, there must be a reason behind it but it really seemed that any kind of fun would shy away from her. This isn't about fun though, it's about skill.

"Everyone trains differently, I'm sure Sorrelsong has told you that" she could always trust the older she-cat to be a voice of reason whenever she herself would stress. Weedpaw is her first proper apprentice so she likes to think that she would have mentioned that to him once or twice. "Sorrelsong is a great climber, you've seen her she does... all these fancy flourishes and such when climbing and hunting" she smiles fondly at the thought, still finding her climbing prowess to be very impressive.

"I'm not very good at climbing, good enough to pass and good enough to get from a branch to another but I'm no where near as fast or dexterous with it like she is." She still tries to though, always pushing herself to be just that little bit faster or a little more agile with it. She's too bulky to climb the same way her former mentor does, and she had to find out her own methods. "That may make me a disappointment to some Skyclanners, I can't control how others feel and neither can you, what matters is how you feel about yourself." Her gaze flickers to the apprentice, to see if she's losing him at all.

"Figfeather's disappointment is her own opinion and her own feelings. I don't think that you're a disappointment." Not that her own opinions might hold weight right now, she felt it necessary to say regardless. "You're learning, and you're going to be learning for a long time after you become a warrior. Things like this aren't linear and some apprentices may catch prey on their first day or others might catch them in later moons. What matters is that you caught it, you will improve over time."

She has to admit that it was a little poor of the lead warrior to ruin such an important moment for an apprentices pride like that. Family or not. "Hunting may not be your specialty either and that's fine. How are you with climbing? Fighting? You may even find that you're really good at tracking?"



  • FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
    A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
    Mentored by Sorrelsong /Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
    “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
    Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}