You're a Rockstar, a Superhero!
Get up, get up and show 'em what you're made of!
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Of course, every cat needs to return to the basics on occasion.
Such a day was today, where Moosestar lead Brindlepaw out towards the eastern forests. The smell of twoleg bit at the tom's nose, causing his fur to rise and his tail to lightly wave behind him, the tip lashing with irritation.
One thing young Brindlepaw would likely have noticed, or at least seen before now, would be the Leader's distinct hatred of the twolegplace. Of course, no clan cat truly enjoyed it, in fact- it wasn't terribly unusual for a clan cat to rather dislike it.
However, the tom's abhorrence meant that the eastern forests were a rather consistent spot the two went. Whether it was in defiance to the scent, so as to try and mark it further with their visitations, or whether it was guard it further and ensure no twoleg dare set foot one couldn't know.
Eventually, the tom slowed to a halt nearby the orchard, looking back at Brindlepaw with his even expression. Despite his hatred of the area, he certainly found nothing but compassion in his heart for his apprentice.
"Today, we return to the basics. We're going to patrol the orchard nearby the Twoleg dens in order to test your skill so far on detecting details around you.
Once we reach nearby the edge of Snakerocks, I want you to report to me as if I were your Deputy what you saw or found."
The tom said, lifting his chin slightly. This was a skill the two had well practiced before, so he didn't expect for this to be difficult at all for the young she-cat. Whether she truly would perform well or not, though, was to be determined.
6
Moosestar and Brindlepaw
Moosestar and Brindlepaw head out on a session to practice her Reporting skills.
East Forest/Twoleg Trees Orchard
Adventurous hearts, wild and free, dance to the rhythm of destiny
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Sleep wasn't wasn't a frequent companion last night, and the usually up and about Brindlepaw took some of the morning to awaken from her nest, kicking moss as she stretched, grumbling irritably to greet the heat of the day. Sunhigh in green leaf was a horrible time to be patrolling, even if Moosestar might have said it built character.
Moosestar's shadow was dappled in color as she followed close behind, head down as they stepped through their territory - an expanse of forest that she now effortlessly traversed as she had done it nearly a hundred times before at this point. She wondered why again they seemed to be traveling in the direction of the orchard, but something told her that her mentor's spiked hackles had something to do with it.
Her posture echoed a certain tenseness as they neared, but up until now she had no real reason to hate being so close to twolegplace. As long as they existed outside of their territory they were no problem for thunderclan, but perhaps Moosestar would prove her wrong. Her eyes followed the older tom's gaze, ears lifting in acknowledgement. She was able to supress her groan, just some basic reporting.
"The orchard nearby the Twoleg dens to the edge of Snakerocks. When do we start?" Seemed regular enough, but nevertheless, would prove herself in his eyes.
FROM RIVERCLAN:
Cottonbright, ♀ Anxious Warrior
Nettlepaw, ♂ Cynical Medicine Cat's Apprentice
Merrykit, ♀ Contented Kit
Otterwhisker, ♀ Adventurous Elder
FROM THUNDERCLAN:
Brindlepaw, ♀ Selfish Apprentice
Bravesong, ♂ Gracious Elder
Wildcry, ♀ Fierce Elder
FROM WINDCLAN:
Cloudflare, ♂ Suave Warrior
Barleyswipe, ⚧ Ornery Elder
FROM SHADOWCLAN:
Palestar, ♀ Stern Leader
Honeyglow, ♂ Reserved Elder
Murkkit, ♂ Opportunistic Kit
FROM WHITEHART & BEYOND:
Ahryndae, ♀ Princess of Camelot
Lelouch Von Noon, ♂ Marquess of Noon Cattery
Kosmo, ♂ Disturbed Rogue
You're a Rockstar, a Superhero!
Get up, get up and show 'em what you're made of!
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Brindlepaw was rather correct about Moosestar's opinion. Yes, the heat did "build character", as crude he felt that was to say. A warrior could not care for the conditions or feel discouraged from his duties because of them. Brindlepaw would need to learn such a thing the easy way, or the hard way.
He just prayed she would take it the easy way.
With a shift of his limbs, he adjusted his senses so that he could act as a patrol lead, watching for things young Brindlepaw could miss in the layers of forest growth and twoleg scent.
"Now."
The tom said simply as he turned and dove into some nearby foliage, beginning to trot along the wild edges that came alongside the orchard. He was silent, only his various senses twitching as he let Brindlepaw explore her surroundings with her own senses.
