- Oct 27, 2022
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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ surefooted and brisk, nightbird leads twilightpaw out to meet the gnarled forest floor. she does not look over her shoulder to see how the apprentice fares the undergrowth, not until they would come to a stop near the great sycamore. it is expected he'd keep up, or find some way to compensate for slowness.
she'd said that she would be proud to guide his pawsteps to success, but facing the moment all the lead warrior could feel was dread coiling up her spine. it is hard to look at the child and see anything but wide eyes and kitten fuzz, to see him as her apprentice and not her kit. inwardly, nightbird curses flamestar for placing this predicament on her shoulders, for warping twilightpaw's mother into only a childhood memory. in truth, she knew she could not carry that title as well as effectively train him, that if she attempted things would be muddled until her actions appeared breakneck. the key to success would have to lie in creating a certain... distance. like a swift slice through the plush pelt of an opponent, she'd make the break clean for his sake.
"it's easy to lose your footing, especially with the snow. don't let it slow you. sink your claws in every time they touch the ground." nightbird explains only after they had come to a stop. after a few slippery steps, twilightpaw should have found a way to adapt, anyhow. she scents the air, gaze raking across the bare oaks. there was no sign of prey here that she could find. "what can you scent?"
she'd said that she would be proud to guide his pawsteps to success, but facing the moment all the lead warrior could feel was dread coiling up her spine. it is hard to look at the child and see anything but wide eyes and kitten fuzz, to see him as her apprentice and not her kit. inwardly, nightbird curses flamestar for placing this predicament on her shoulders, for warping twilightpaw's mother into only a childhood memory. in truth, she knew she could not carry that title as well as effectively train him, that if she attempted things would be muddled until her actions appeared breakneck. the key to success would have to lie in creating a certain... distance. like a swift slice through the plush pelt of an opponent, she'd make the break clean for his sake.
"it's easy to lose your footing, especially with the snow. don't let it slow you. sink your claws in every time they touch the ground." nightbird explains only after they had come to a stop. after a few slippery steps, twilightpaw should have found a way to adapt, anyhow. she scents the air, gaze raking across the bare oaks. there was no sign of prey here that she could find. "what can you scent?"
