- Sep 7, 2022
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After the news had been delivered that his mother was not coming back a tiredness had settled into his very soul and had not left. Just like with Morningpaw's death though, life continued on. His grandmother would hold a meeting soon and his apprentice was of age to become a warrior. That meant, despite the feeling that drags at his bones and begs him to just stay in bed, that he needed to conduct an assessment. Admittedly, he and Falconpaw had not been mentor and apprentice for very long. Most of the brown toms training had been conducted by another and Burnstorm was just meant to get him through the tail end of it. It felt strange, to be put in charge of a cat he had once shared a den with. But then again, he was in charge of many now, cats who were older than him by seasons, cats who had much more experience and wisdom than he. It would never not feel strange he thinks. Even when Falconpaw graduated he would still hold a different kind of authority over him and everyone else.
"Todays the day, are you ready?" he asks, golden eyes staring impassively at a brown striped pelt. He himself had not ever had an assessment. He had proven himself in the trials of real life and in the heat of the moment he had acted in a way that had been honorable, brave. He looks at Falconpaw, makes notes of the wounds that seemed lesser than those of many others and he wonders about it. The battles had all been so much and he had not been able to get more than a glimpse of his apprentice in the throng of fighting cats. Had Falconpaw given everything he had? Soon, he would find out.
They make their way to the sandy hollow, where the assessment would take place. For a long moment, there is quiet, the sounds of birds chattering, of normal forest life, is the only sound that can be heard before Burnstorm once again turns to his apprentice. "Falconpaw, today you will be demonstrating to me whether you have what it takes to become a warrior or if we need to extend your training another moon." his tail waves in the air behind him as he speaks, his eyes set on the deputies son "You will wait here until the sun is at its peak, and then you will come and find me in the forest. When you find me, you will demonstrate the battle skills that ThunderClanners are known for and you will fight me with everything you've got, as if I were an intruder in you clans territory. You have until sun down to complete this task." The Forest Attack was a skill that every ThunderClanner should master, Burnstorm would not try to hide himself in the way he normally would, but he would also not be making it easy for Falconpaw to find him. And then there was the matter of a fight. It was a big task, but becoming a warrior, in his opinion, should not be something that is taken lightly.
// @FALCONPAW. set prior to novembers meeting!
