ROEFLAME — break the air to feel the fall.
Where the leaf-bare chill ruffled at their fur in the breeze, Roeflame was grateful for the bright yellow sun that shone on them today, beating down on their backs and offering them cozy relief as she led her apprentice outside of camp, disguising her own nerves with an upbeat step and content grin.
Her own apprenticeship had been rocky and laced with tragedy, but Flycatcher and her other clanmates she now called friends had made many good memories come from it- she only hoped she could do the same now that it was her time to be a mentor.
Though, she’d be lying if she tried to convince herself Mothpaw was rather intimidating, not just in height difference. Brushing past crisp undergrowth with hardly a rustle, the warrior would eventually bring them to a shaded clearing, a place for Roeflame to bring their walking to a pause and turn to Mothpaw, tilting her head up to look him in the eye. "Tell me what you smell." The instructions are simple, almost strangely so, as this exercise was mostly reserved for newer apprentices, but Roeflame wanted to be able to assess where the brindled tom was in all aspects of his training, starting from the very beginning. While she’s keep an eye on the youth, her own senses would be on alert, scenting the stale squirrel in the breeze with a pang of concealed disappointment. Prey was at a concerning scarcity, rogues and oncoming frost to blame.
@Mothpaw!
"speech"
Where the leaf-bare chill ruffled at their fur in the breeze, Roeflame was grateful for the bright yellow sun that shone on them today, beating down on their backs and offering them cozy relief as she led her apprentice outside of camp, disguising her own nerves with an upbeat step and content grin.
Her own apprenticeship had been rocky and laced with tragedy, but Flycatcher and her other clanmates she now called friends had made many good memories come from it- she only hoped she could do the same now that it was her time to be a mentor.
Though, she’d be lying if she tried to convince herself Mothpaw was rather intimidating, not just in height difference. Brushing past crisp undergrowth with hardly a rustle, the warrior would eventually bring them to a shaded clearing, a place for Roeflame to bring their walking to a pause and turn to Mothpaw, tilting her head up to look him in the eye. "Tell me what you smell." The instructions are simple, almost strangely so, as this exercise was mostly reserved for newer apprentices, but Roeflame wanted to be able to assess where the brindled tom was in all aspects of his training, starting from the very beginning. While she’s keep an eye on the youth, her own senses would be on alert, scenting the stale squirrel in the breeze with a pang of concealed disappointment. Prey was at a concerning scarcity, rogues and oncoming frost to blame.
@Mothpaw!
"speech"
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