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[PALEFIRE]

Finally, they were free. The conflict was over, Skyclaw was gone, and the kittypet-blooded members of the clan had returned. She was more than relieved to see Ivorypaw again, safe and sound just as Leafhusk had promised. She mentally reminded herself to thank the lead warrior for looking after her apprentice in her stead. But not all was well and good in the aftermath of the uprising. Meadowpaw had lost her uncle and her father in the battle, and she knew that the red tabby was struggling with the choice she made to follow Skyclaw. It wasn't her fault, and Palefire would never blame her for doing what she thought she had to in order to protect her family.

But things would be different now. She had both her apprentices back at her side, and it was finally time to begin training. It was clear as day that the two mollies were about as opposite as anyone could be, both in personality and in temperament, but they both had their strengths and she knew they could become great warriors. Though in truth, she was nervous. It was a big responsibility, shaping these young lives, and she hadn't done such a perfect job managing herself before this point. She didn't want to mess this up; she didn't want to ruin them, or lead them down the wrong path. Palefire was determined to see that her own apprentices learned from her past mistakes and grew to be better than she ever could.

It was early morning when she woke the girls, silently leading them down to the training hollow. She hadn't set paw here since her own apprentice days, and it sent a shiver of apprehension down her spine to be on the other end of things now. Her claws sank into the loose sand as she turned to Meadowpaw and Ivorypaw, looking them each in the eye for a brief moment. "Alright you two, I know we haven't had a great start to your apprenticeship. Things have been… tumultuous. But we're here now, and we're going to do our best. Okay?" She cast them both an encouraging smile, gesturing at the space beside her. "We'll start with something simple today. I want to show you both a proper hunting crouch." They had likely already gotten the basics when they were playing as kittens, but now was the time to get it right. Practice made perfect, and Palefire was best known for her hunting skills, so it would be the easiest place for her to begin teaching. “Show me what you've got."

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

• [ @Meadowpaw @ivorypaw since pale is in the med den until the 19th and I stupidly forgot, this will technically take place a few days from now <3 ]
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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 18 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, padding after no one / npc x npc / sister to bluestride
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw / mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.

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[ivorypaw]

It's early when Palefire comes for them. Ivorypaw sleeps lightly, troubled even now, remembering the taste of poisoned prey, the feel of claws raking her muddied pelt. She rises without enthusiasm, letting Meadowpaw walk ahead of her; she barely acknowledges the red-pelted she-cat, feeling strange around her. Does Meadowpaw still hate her? Does she still want her gone, dead?

The training hollow is cool and sheltered. Palefire turns to them with expectant blue eyes. "We're here now, and we're going to do our best. Okay?" Ivorypaw nods, hesitant. Her mentor instructs them to show her a proper hunting crouch, and anxiety begins to gnaw at Ivorypaw's belly like little mouse teeth.

I've only practiced it, like, once, she thinks abysmally. Meadowpaw, no doubt, with her esteemed huntress of a mother, had nearly perfected her crouch. Ivorypaw tries not to compare herself to the ginger she-cat, but it's difficult; she watches Meadowpaw from her corner of her eyes as she heaves her body into an approximation of a crouch. It's lopsided, for certain. Her paws are angled strangely, and her weight is unbalanced. She wouldn't make a successful catch in her current position.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• Adora . Ivorykit . Ivorypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 7 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by Palefire ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan apprentice. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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