Like a Hornet in my Fur [Tagged/Training/P]

[Brave]

ASTERPAW

She-cat - Willowclan - Apprentice

- Imperfectly perfect -

Asterpaw let out a loud huff of air. Her breath curling around her like a cloud. It was still cold in the apprentice den, even with all her fellow apprentices huddled around her. Not that she minded, she had a luxurious thick pelt that kept her warm and allowed her to lay not so close to her clanmates. Which in her mind was a good thing considering half of them snored like badgers. Rolling her eyes at the idea, the young she-cat rolled onto her other side. But by now the young feline was wide awake her mind a bustle of thoughts. Today would be her first day as an apprentice. Her mentor a orange and white tabby tom by the name of Hornetpelt. Asterpaw wasn't quite sure how she felt about him. Though she did admire the fiery quality to his eyes. Wondering if cats ever admired her own eyes, which were a particularly brilliant shade of green, Asterpaw finally sat up. Sleep would not be returning and she might as well clean herself up while waiting on her mentor to arrive. Sitting up, the gorgeous cream colored she-cat began to lick at her cotton soft fur, pressing it down into place one piece at a time.

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[Bern]

The ginger tom had to puff out his short pelt and supress a cough as a particularly cold draft of air hit his lungs. He narrowed his amber eyes against the snow reflected morning light and made his way from the warmth of the warriors' den to the apprentices' den. He flicked his pink tounge across his maw in an effort to lick his nervousness away. It had not been too long ago that the apprentices' den had been his. He felt honoured to have been assigned an apprentice already and was eager to prove himself to WillowClan. He was also thrilled at the thought of forming the deep mentor-apprentice bond that was expected with Asterpaw. Besides his direct family and own former mentor he did not have many bonds with his clanmates.
Eventhough he had been a part of WillowClan since he was a kit he sometimes missed the mentality of RavenClan that seemed to take a cat for what they were rather than for what they represented. He sighed, his breath clinging around his muzzle in a cloud of warm fog. The real reason he was feeling melancholy these days was the worry about his sister Honeyflame who has been missing since the last day before snowfall. His paws were itching with the desire to look for her but he knew he had duties and that duties had to come first. He also had Asterpaw now, another duty that he had been entrusted with by Willowstar.
Hornetpelt lifted his tail in a friendly greeting upon spotting the longfurred cream she-cat. She seemed very pretty even for WillowClan standards, his brother had commented on it after the ceremony, and he wondered for the first time if he was expected to treat her any different because of it. "Good morning Asterpaw", he meowed evenly. "Ready for your first day of training?" 'I know I am', he added in thought with a genuine smile.

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ooc: sorry for the wait

[Brave]

ASTERPAW

She-cat - Willowclan - Apprentice

- Imperfectly perfect -

After what seemed like moons, Asterpaw's mentor finally made his way into the apprentice den. He paused when he reached her speaking in an even tone, a friendly smile lighting up his maw. Asterpaw eye'd the older tom with her emerald gaze, her paw swiping over an ear. Pelt smooth and clean of moss she stood, her fluffy tail arching over her back as it always did, head held high. "Well of course I am." She remarks with a small snort. "I'm not still sleeping like some of these lazy fluff brains." She adds, glancing around at her denmates, in particular the snoring ones. "Well we're going right?" She insists sliding past Hornetpelt, making no effort not to brush her velvety soft pelt against his as she went. "The exits this way." She adds teasingly, as she trod from the den, her hips swaying as she went.

Outside the den, Asterpaw waited just long enough for the orange and white tome to emerge. Then took off for the camp exit keeping a steady pace. She didn't want to waste any time with silly introductions or polite greetings. She had things she needed to learn, things that would help her become more than a pretty face in the clan. Turning to the older tom she eye'd him momentarily before speaking again. "What will you be teaching me today?" She asks, her eyes twinkling in the early morning light.

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Taking a moment to really look at his first apprentice Hornetpelt noted that her fur seemed very well cared for. She must have spent some time before he came grooming herself. Her posture was confident and she seemed eager to get started. Good, they would have to put alot of work into her apprenticeship for them both to be pleased with the outcome.
Hornetpelt furrowed his brows at Asterpaw's comment about her fellow apprentices. His gaze swept towards Sparrowpaw whom he had trained and hunted with on several occasions. However he noticed her glaring at a particularly loud snoring apprentice so he let it slide with out comment. She was probably just annoyed and may have been sleeping bad in a new nest with new sounds. He may just be sensitive to any form of talking someone down due to how his brother was treated time to time.
The cream apprentice pushed out of the den past him, her longer pelt brushing his in the process. His ears flicked in surprise when she teased him about finding the exit. A smile appeared on his maw at that. Teasing was good, wasn't it? He felt energized and hurried out of the den behind her. He was quite looking forward to their time together now.
She wasted no time on introductions but that was fine with Hornetpelt. You got to know a cat in seeing them on unfamiliar grounds better anyway.
Once they had left camp he took the lead. His long legs easily mantained his belly above snow level and he was glad. He lead the way to the right towards the lake.
"I will show you the territory and our borders today. You need to get familiar with it to know where the best hunting spots are and where you may get an advantage on potential invaders.", he told her as the lake came into view. On the far side, he knew, FireClan had made their new camp. Living in this close proximity was bound to stirr up trouble.

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[Brave]

ASTERPAW

She-cat - Willowclan - Apprentice

- Imperfectly perfect -

As the pair exited camp, Asterpaw fell in behind her mentor. Cursing her short limbs and long belly fur as she trudged along behind him. Snowballs quickly forming on her legs and underside. Mousedung, she thought grumbling slightly at the discomfort. How did any cat survive leafbare? It was unbearable if you asked her. Huffing the she-cat eye'd her mentor's long legs longingly. What she'd give to be built like that right now. Blinking the she-cat shook her head, set her jaw and trudged after the older tom. Determined not to allow the snow to ruin her first day of training. 

At Hornetpelt's words Asterpaw sniffed a little. She'd somehow expected more out of her first day as an apprentice. "Is that all?" She blurts out unable to help herself. But at the mention of enemy cats she perked up a little. She had never seen any cat outside of Willowclan before. She was curious what they were like.  "Have you ever battled a Fireclan or Ravenclan cat before Hornetpelt?" She asked as the lake came into view before them. It's mostly frozen surface dusted with fresh snow. She vaguely remembered the battle which had taken place while she was still a kit. Had Hornetpelt fought in that battle? She wondered, her sharp emerald eyes scanning his pelt for any sign of scars. 

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[Bern]

"Is that all?"
Hornetpelt could not help but smile at the disappointment in Asterpaw's voice. Getting a tour of the territory might sound rather dull compared to the training older apprentices got but he knew that by the time they were to return to camp the young molly would probably be exhausted. He vividly remembered his first walk around the premises. Being cooped up in a camp for most of his life had left him with little enduranceand softness in his muscles.
Manouvering unknown terrain was difficult enough in perfect conditions, the snow and ice would only make it more difficult. Clusters of snow had already begun to form at the smaller cat's belly fur. He could still see softness in her and they would have to train a few moons to steel her muscles and train her endurance. And patience it seemed.
Seeing as they started training in leaf bare the process may be slower. He had to take the cold and spreading sickness into consideration, he could not exhaust her too much. Regaining strength would take a longer time in these conditions.
He looked at her when she asked him if he had battled a cat from the other clans before. He nodded to this. When the battle for the lake had taken place, he had still been an apprentice. But all of WillowClan's cats who could fight did have to. They were far too outnumbered for any cat to stay completely out of the battle. Eventhough he had wanted to protect his sister and brother, the three of them had atleast ended up fighting side by side, watching eachother's backs.
"Yes, I was an apprentice when FireClan and RavenClan joined together to fight us for our lake", he said matter of factly.
"FireClan has now made their camp on the far side of the lake", he pointed his tail towards the place he suggested was now the other clan's camp. "They don't ever seem to swim though, I guess they are no particularly good swimmers", he said with an amused undertone.
The ginger and white tabby stirred the longfurred cream molly further on their path. Their next stop would be at the Golden Meadow.

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[Brave]

ASTERPAW

She-cat - Willowclan - Apprentice

- Imperfectly perfect -

Asterpaw's emerald eyes gleamed at Hornetpelt's words. He had gotten to fight in the big battle over lake rights. Her eyes were slightly round as he spoke, telling her he'd still been an apprentice when the battle occurred. Did that mean she would get a chance to be apart of a battle? Asterpaw had always admired the warriors for their strength and prowess. As much as she valued her beauty like most of the clan did, Asterpaw had always had a small part of her that wished to be more than a pretty face. Now an apprentice she had a chance to start down that path.

"So who did you fight? A Ravenclanner or a Fireclanner? Were they an apprentice like you or did you fight a warrior?" She asks, as she slowly tromped after the older tom towards the golden meadow. A snort escaping her maw when he mentioned how most Fireclanners were poor swimmers. "Well of course they are. They spend too much time with the wind sweeping their heads around." She chuffs, imagining a Fireclan cat trying o swim. All brawn and no brains, shaking her skull the young molly realized she was falling behind. Grumbling about the snow, she hopped after Hornetpelt determined to keep up.

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[Bern]

| Hornetpelt | WillowClan | male | 14 moons |

The molly's eyes had practically gleamed when he had told her about the battle and unsurprisingly enough she was still caught up on that while they pushed their way through the snow. She asked him who he had fought and he answered in his usually even tone, gaze trained on the path ahead.
"FireClan. My siblings were able to drive two of them away together." The fur along his spine bristled as he remembered the heated fight in their camp. They had been right at the entrance, keeping two full FireClan warriors from entering. He was proud of their accomplishment that had been one reason they all got their warrior names early, yet his pride was tinted with guilt.
He had fought FireClan, yes, but he had actively avoided fighting RavenClan cats. He had recognized many of them and it had felt wrong to slash his claws into the fur and flesh of his former clanmates, despite having lived in WillowClan for the larger part of his life. Those cats had been his friends more than WillowClan had at that point.
Would the battle take place now, he did not know if he would act differently. He had found more friends now. Sparrowpaw was a good lad and Rookflight was alright. He hoped duty would be stronger than old ties next time.
Hornetpelt snorted with amusement at Asterpaw's comment about FireClanners.
He quickened his pace and they soon arrived at the Golden Meadow. He stopped to let his new apprentice catch her breath. His firey amber gaze flicked across the wide, open field, covered with deep snow like the rest of the territory, hardly having it stand out at all.
"This is the Golden Meadow. New Leaf to Leaf Fall this place is filled with dandelions, hence the name", he explained. He gave a small smile and a nod before he carried on.

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ooc: sorry I forgot

[Brave]

ASTERPAW

She-cat - Willowclan - Apprentice

- Imperfectly perfect -

Asterpaw had to sort of hop in order to keep up through the snow. Her short limbs making it too difficult to simply plow through as Hornetpelt seemed easily able to do. Despite this, the young feline kept her tail held high, her eyes fixed upon the older ginger tabby. His words making her gaze flash admiringly. "That must of been pretty neat, fighting warriors from Fireclan. Were they strong? Did they injure you? Or your siblings?" She asks raptly. Then another thought entered her head and she blurted out. "Were you afraid?" Asterpaw couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to face down an enemy in battle. Would she feel fear when she stared into her enemies face? Was she suppose to? Jumping particularly high to avoid a deep patch of snow, Asterpaw nearly crashed into Hornetpelt when he paused before the Golden Meadow.

Huffing she dragged herself free of the snow, shaking it from her fur. Scoffing slightly, she leaned down to bite snowballs off her legs as the older tom spoke. Emerald eyes annoyed she merely flickered her tail at this information. "Doesn't really look like much anything right now does it." She sniffs, her tail which had lowered to lash as she bit at her snowballs, raising back into the air. And when Hornetpelt moved on she followed after him quickly eager to get moving once more, leaving the snowy meadow behind as they went.

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[Bern]

| Hornetpelt | WillowClan | male | 14 moons |

Asterpaw's questions about the battle put a pause into his train of thoughts once more and he smiled to himself. He subconsciously flexed his claws as he recalled vividly in his mind just how he had slashed them at the ears of that large ginger tom from FireClan while his sister had clung onto his back in their coordinated fight.
He was about to answer when his apprentice blurted out another question. Had he been afraid? If he had been, any fear had been drowned out by adrenaline and the urge to prove himself worthy of the clan that had raised him and his siblings.
"I think the battle came too abruptly, I was thrown in too quickly to think about what was happening. I don't really think I was scared... I had been trained for this and I also had my siblings by my side." Hornetpelt let his words sink into the snow and realizing how boastful that sounded, he added: "I think I would have been more afraid had the situation been different."
He blinked his fiery amber eyes over the plain white surface of the Golden Meadow and nodded in agreement to Asterpaw's words. "It is rather unremarkable right now. I'm sure you'll like it in New Leaf though" He smiled a small smile at the young she-cat. He knew he loved playing in this very meadow during his apprentice days with Waspwhisker and Honeyflame.
He flicked his long tail and stepped through the snow once more, relieved when they came into more foresty terrain where the snow wasn't nearly as high as it was out in the open. They neared the RavenClan border and he grew more cautious of his surroundings, his ears alert to any sound that seemed out of place.
"Smell that?", he asked as he found the first trace of the other clan's scent on the breeze. He stopped and turned to his apprentice, curious if she could detect the faint smell and if she would remember it from when the forest clan had attacked them alongside FireClan when she had merely been a kit.

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[Brave]

ASTERPAW

She-cat - Willowclan - Apprentice

- Imperfectly perfect -

Asterpaw isn't sure what to make of Hornetpelt's answer. She tried to imagine what it might of been like, battling cats invading her home. Cats determined to take away what was rightfully hers. She imagined feeling angry more so than scared. Her head nods a little to show she understood, or at least she was attempting to. Though her head did cock to one side at his last comment. If things had been different? She thought. Like how? She might of asked except she was distracted by the meadow. 

At Hornetpelt's words she tries to imagine the snow gone replaced by plush green grass. She couldn't quite see it but took the tom's word for it. "I'm sure it's lovely without all this snow..." She glares at the snow that clings to her legs uncomfortably. Then quickly scrambles after Hornetpelt as he moved on towards Ravenclan's border.

Her sharp emerald gaze not failing to notice her mentor's visible change in body language. His ears perking, his muscles tightening. Pink nose twitching she scented the air, at the same time he inquired what she might smell. Her nose automatically wrinkled at the stench. "That fowl stench? Yeah what cat with a nose couldn't?" She mutters, though her mind whirled. She knew that scent, it was one of the scents that had invaded their camp. It smelled like river water and fish.... Ravenclan! It had to be. "Are we near those smelly fish eaters?" She asks disgust plain in her voice. What would ever posses one, to make them want to eat a fish? The idea made her want to gag.

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