PRAIRIE SONGS | snowpaw

[ThistleBack]

They had set up some familiar camping grounds, a dig set in dirt and roots where a troubled kid had isolated himself after accidentally taking the life of his leader’s daughter. Where roots grow in the hardest clay, such was life. You had to keep going, no matter the hand you’re dealt and now Thistleback was taking some time away from the prying eyes for his not so accidental deeds. That did not mean, Snowpaw’s training would be held back.

" As you know- your warrior assessment is near " he begins, and stops briefly as if to speculate the distance of the treeline but he’s merely stuck in his head. Kicking out browning nettles from their makeshift circle, his fur felt sticky with pinesap and his ribs hurt from harsh bedding.

" You’ve learned from my mate, and you’ve learned from me. I’d say you’ve gotten, some of the best training a warrior could ask for. " how to be compassionate and resilient- then how to be ruthless and tactical. Thistleback had been using the static of his brain to conjure up the perfect assessment. His apprentices deserved no less, but he’d hope for something less dramatic than nearly falling off the tallpine.

" new-leaf time- ah, I’m going to teach you how to catch moles. " it springs into his eyes, " do you know the best way and place to catch moles, and why it's a good exercise? " it’s not a common prey and it’s certainly a challenge.

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OOC INFO REF

• — @Snowpaw
  
  
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  Thirty-three moons EVENT TRACKER | IMPORTANT INFO
  — Lead warrior of Skyclan since 12.22.22
  — Devoted to Deersong 9.29.22 | polyamorous
  — Father of Coyotepaw, Pricklepaw, and Eveningpaw.
  — mentoring Snowpaw graduate(s) Quillstrike
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
  — voice & accent
  — biography･ﾟ✧​
  OPEN for Dice battles | stine#3004
  
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[Snowpath]

There was a fear deep down inside him he could not quite understand. Most apprentices, like his siblings, were excited to get their warrior names soon but all he could think about was how undeserving he was of it still. Even if he had moved past it, even if he had fought tooth and claw to rid himself of the weight of regret, he still didn't know what name Blazestar could possibly give him that would make him feel like he belonged to the clan proper again. He had adjusted well enough, but any fool could still see the side glances and brief stares, the awkward tension. Snowpaw was only grateful the tension was awkward and not hostile as it once was but it was still something that plagued him daily.

Thistleback speaks and he kneads the ground under his paws with a frown and a nod, his training with the black and white tom had gone well and the less he thought of his previous mentor the better; he was still bitter. He didn't think he'd ever stop being so bitter. Maybe one day...but he doubted it. Snowpaw restrains the sigh heavy in his chest but immediately lets it loose in a surprised noise at the question. Moles? Moles. "The...the ones in the ground?"
He had seen their tracks everywhere but had never gone out of his way to hunt one unless it came up to the surface on its own. "They leave pushed up dirt, they're easy to find but...I don't know why it'd be a good excersise unless we-" His eyes lit up in realization, "...we dig them out. We dig them out fast before they can burrow away."
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[ThistleBack]

He turns on his heel to lead the boy onward, west of their campsite where the ground is soft and the smell of dirt just perfumes from the groves. He clicks his tongue with approval of his apprentice’s answer, of course- Snowpaw was as brilliant as his tongue was sharp, he had a loud silence and a broad future. Even if the boy seemed to wear doubt like his cloak of greys and whites. No better to coax him from then den of his past, but to smoke him out with training and focus.

" correct.- yeah, not a normal Skyclan prey but. " Thistleback lifts a brow, " prey nonetheless. They taste like dirt and they’re hard as hell to catch. Digging builds the muscles in your arms. You will be sore till sunhigh tomorrow but- you will find yourself climbing quicker " he muses with a slight narrow of his eyes.

" watch out for ants, especially the red hills- they don’t call them fire-ants for nothing " Swerving a grainy ant bed with a thoughtful hm, Thistleback frowns in his focus on the ground until he can see a bit of churned dirt. He side-eyed Snowpaw quietly, a sideways smirk worming onto his face.

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OOC INFO REF

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  Thirty-seven moons EVENT TRACKER | IMPORTANT INFO
  — Lead warrior of Skyclan since 12.22.22
  — Devoted to Deersong 9.29.22 | polyamorous
  — Father of Coyotepaw, Pricklepaw, and Eveningpaw.
  — mentoring Snowpaw graduate(s) Quillstrike
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
  — voice & accent
  — biography･ﾟ✧​
  OPEN for Dice battles | stine#3004
  
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