- Jun 7, 2022
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Having an apprentice is immensely gratifying, he thinks. It shows that Cicadastar trusts him—or, at least, thinks he’s capable enough to help train the next generation of RiverClan’s warriors. It’s a responsibility that he doesn’t take lightly, despite his remarkably reckless nature at times. And not only has he been entrusted with an apprentice, he’s been entrusted with the apprenticeship of Willowroot’s child. It’s kind of unbelievable, actually—but it’s real, and Clayfur can hardly stop smiling.
He isn’t going to go easy on them. As untroubled as he may act, Clay is well aware of the dangers that simply existing outside of camp can pose. Antlerpaw might have been outside of camp before with their parents, Clay isn’t certain, but the first thing he wants to teach his apprentice is the territory’s layout. Knowing where is safe and where is not is essential—especially with the rivers so high, he would hate for his new apprentice to wander directly into the floodwaters unprepared.
He doesn’t want to cross any rivers until he’s sure that Antlerpaw is comfortable swimming, so he finds himself leading them first toward the gorge. It’s perhaps the area of the territory with the most potential for danger—but even the clan’s kits are surely aware of that by now, given how their camp has moved so close to it. "Don’t get too close," he calls out, turning to look over his shoulder at the smoky black cat. "We’re staying at least tail-length away. Do you know what clan lives on the other side of this gorge?" His words are curious, as though he truly doesn’t know the answer, but his expression is pinched as he glances to his apprentice. It’s best that they get started on WindClan’s threats before anything else.
// @ANTLERPAW
He isn’t going to go easy on them. As untroubled as he may act, Clay is well aware of the dangers that simply existing outside of camp can pose. Antlerpaw might have been outside of camp before with their parents, Clay isn’t certain, but the first thing he wants to teach his apprentice is the territory’s layout. Knowing where is safe and where is not is essential—especially with the rivers so high, he would hate for his new apprentice to wander directly into the floodwaters unprepared.
He doesn’t want to cross any rivers until he’s sure that Antlerpaw is comfortable swimming, so he finds himself leading them first toward the gorge. It’s perhaps the area of the territory with the most potential for danger—but even the clan’s kits are surely aware of that by now, given how their camp has moved so close to it. "Don’t get too close," he calls out, turning to look over his shoulder at the smoky black cat. "We’re staying at least tail-length away. Do you know what clan lives on the other side of this gorge?" His words are curious, as though he truly doesn’t know the answer, but his expression is pinched as he glances to his apprentice. It’s best that they get started on WindClan’s threats before anything else.
// @ANTLERPAW
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