pafp passing spirits ⛧ apprentice advice

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　"Rowanpaw, hey," calls Vulturekit's uneven voice, skittering across camp towards the older cat. He glances around to make sure no one is listening - before belatedly remembering he has no reason to do such a thing. Her gaze is level, an air of poise about her that he could never hope to achieve. It makes him nervous, heart leaping into its familiar rabbit-pace.

Still, he's the one who sought her out. She just seems so... put together, so certain of herself. Cool, even. It's the kind of thing that he admires, and so he steels himself and continues on. "Um! I'm gonna be g-gradu... uh, I'm gonna be an apprentice with you soon, so - I was wondering..." What is it, exactly, that he was hoping to ask? He finds himself floundering. "D-do you have... tips? On buh... being an apprentice." Is that specific enough? The whole of apprenticeship seems impossibly wide and too fast approaching. He needs to be prepared. "'C-c-cause, um, you seem good at it..." He mumbles, paws scuffing at the ground nervously.

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, five moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ROWANPAW]

〔✦〕When the split-patterned tunneler hears their name, they stop in their tracks and swivel their ears first. Promptly, they turn their head over their shoulder, only to look down at a nervous-looking Vulturekit. This is the first time that the kit has sought her out, and for what reason she wonders why. "D-do you have... tips? On buh... being an apprentice." He inquires.

For a moment, they pause and completely turn to face the dark tabby. "Oh," He'd come to them for advice? Why? They were not the eldest apprentice in WindClan, nor were they the most skilled. However, Vulturekit was a nice youth, one that she'd admittedly taken a hint of fondness toward ( despite her uneasiness around children ). She would try to deliver an answer that was hopefully satisfactory. "Hm. From the looks of it, I'd say you'll be made a moor runner so I'm afraid I cannot offer you anything specific to that," Of course, Sunstar had the final say, but Rowanpaw had developed a little bit of a knack for mentally sorting potential paths for kits to take based on their appearances. The idea of being a moor runner had been drilled into their brain practically from birth; on the occasion that Snakehiss would visit them and their littermates in the nursery, he would tell them to eat their prey so that they could grow big enough to be fit as moor runners. There were no exceptions to his expectations, Snakehiss had told them through stern breath.

Whatever Rowanpaw may have wanted ( or thought they wanted ), some things were simply out of their control. Maybe it had been their destiny to be a tunneler despite their father's wishes. Hopefully, whatever Sunstar deemed Vulturekit at the next meeting, he would be accepting of it. "But what makes a good apprentice is your effort." The chimera meows before prefacing, "It will take some adjusting to. Everything will be different — your den, your nest, your schedule. I suggest taking everything in stride and listening to your mentor." All mentors were wise in some way — some were insufferable and dull, some were careless and uncaring, but they had what any young cat didn't: experience. They had seen battle and lived through many seasons. Their wisdom was worth keeping a keen ear to.

Flicking an ear, Rowanpaw continues on, "Try your best every single day, every single time. Ready yourself to learn. Lazy apprentices do not make good warriors." Truthfully, that was all anybody could ask of a new apprentice. They would not be skillful off the bat ( unless they were some sort of prodigy ) and they would make mistakes, but any good mentor would be patient and encourage them to improve. If any cat gave Vulturekit a hard time in his apprenticeship then it was safe to say that the rest of the clan would have his back.

There was nothing specific that the chimera could teach Vulturekit at this time. Maybe, eventually, they would be able to spar or patrol together. The image of Vulturekit growing into apprenticehood and soon warriorhood was nearly enough to give Rowanpaw whiplash. "I... am confident that you will do well, Vulturekit. WindClan has the forest's finest warriors and you will be one yet." It takes Rowanpaw a moment to put together the right words, but they hope that they are the least bit encouraging to the young tom.

let me walk to the top ( of the big night sky ) //

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• ROWANPAW — tunneler apprentice of windclan , mentored by swiftshade ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ afab demigirl / they/she pronouns / 8 moons & ages every 17th
  ✦ single / graysexual & monogamous
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  — easy combat difficulty / may start fights, won't kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a shorthaired black/tortoiseshell chimera with heterochromia. a lithe, slightly muscular cat with a smaller-than-average build. a direct line splits their face, as if mirroring an inner battle of identity and belonging. a serious expression usually graces their face, and their amber and blue gaze is always sharpened.

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[weepingkit]

If there was one thing that made Weepingkit nervous the most in this strange place, it was the concept of 'apprenticeship.' Her sister and herself would be there soon, within the next moon - the thought makes her head spin. It's all moving too fast. There's so many terms, so much to learn and know.. she longs for the simplicity of her parents, who would have taught her to survive without the overload of information.

There's an opportunity to learn more about what it means to be an apprentice, in the form of Vulturekit and Rowanpaw talking nearby. But she does not speak for quite some time, merely soaks in the knowledge that is presented to Vulturekit with her round, fearful eyes. She hears the term moor-runner - it was used interchangeable with tunneler, and while the titles speak for themselves, Weepingkit has yet to know what makes a cat a moor-runner or a tunneler. "What.. what will I be?" she mews out meekly, unsure if she is loud enough to be heard of not. Painfully average in appearance she was, though she spent most of her days shrinking into herself as if she could melt into the ground beneath.

For now, her question is overlooked, and Rowanpaw continues to speak. Weepingkit does not mind being a bystander. Everything will be different, she says, and the girl finds herself reeling with refreshed despair. How could anything get more different than it is now? As she listens in, she repeats the key words in her mind: Get a good mentor. Do not be lazy. Perhaps, if these rules are followed, Weepingkit will be just fine..

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• WEEPINGKIT ✩ kit of windclan
  ⭃ she/her ━ afab ━ ?? moons
  ⭃ a small, wispy blue point kitten with dull blue eyes.
  ⭃ sister to mourningkit
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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