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unsatisfied. [private] Posted Aug 20, 2021 0:37:52 GMT

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(ooc: antpaw is 7 moons old but because of liquid time, and because he is a new character, we are pretending this is his first outing with his new mentor, batstrike!)

a full day had passed since antpaw became an apprentice alongside his siblings. he had been waiting for this day for a long-time, but unfortunately, he wasn't pleased. his sister, cicadapaw, had received shadowfall as her mentor. he was a strong senior warrior that has surely fought many great battles and has the muscles to prove it. great for her, right? wrong. antpaw was pent up with jealousy. he had received young batstrike, barely a warrior, unseasoned, and a no-good mentor. beepaw had at least gotten wolfthroat, a slightly older and powerful warrior with natural leadership skills. he highly doubted that his newly-appointed teacher had anything interesting to teach him that wasn't common knowledge. however, it was only his first day, and time would tell.

as instructed, antpaw sat beside the bone pile right before sunhigh. he had high hopes for learning new battle moves, hunting techniques, maybe he would teach him the best hunting places! each second that passed, antpaw flicked his tail-tip from left to right. his gaze patiently lingered on the warrior's den for any sign of batstrike.

storm - sorry for the short starter! i just ate dinner and i'm sleepy hehe

Last Edit: Aug 20, 2021 0:38:14 GMT by aelita 🌷

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unsatisfied. [private] Posted Aug 20, 2021 1:49:47 GMT

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Batstrike
Tom || 20 Moons || NightClan Warrior || Heterosexual

The lean feline lurked only a few fox lengths from the edge of camp, yet his dark pelt was faded seamlessly into the shadows cast by the dense willow and cypress canopy. Batstrike was perched on one of the many uplifted and tangled roots that surrounded the NightClan camp. His white belly was pressed against the ridged bark beneath to conceal his brighter markings. A white paw and long tail hung over the opposing edges as he observed the clearing idly. Stone-faced, his mind churned with emotions from the clans most recent ceremony. Why had another apprentice been placed with him already? His tail tip curled over the stagnant mud below his root overhang. Batstrike knew he was a skilled warrior, but this assignment was feeling like a punishment for his former failure as a mentor not a testament of their leaders faith in him. Was there really no other to take on an apprentice? Most of NightClan was young so his youth was no excuse not to pull his weight but he'd do some more begrudgingly this time. He had no intention of letting his guard down for this new apprentice to steal into his inner circle this time.

As if on cue the tabby dutifully appeared in the clearing and made his way to the bone pile. Unsatisfied with his name called to mentor, that had been his only words to Antpaw at the ceremony: Bone pile at sun high tomorrow. No words of encouragement, only an order, an expectation to be met. Batstrikes piercing yellow gaze drifted upward to note the suns position as it lazed through the gaps in tree cover. At least he was on time. As the younger cat took a seat Batstrike observed for a short while longer. His new apprentice was small, even for a young tom, but his pelt would blend in fine with their muddy terrain. He was surely looking for Batstrike now, but he was deeper in the swamp angled to the side of where the tom watched the warrior den entrance.

With a sigh, the tall feline gathered his feet beneath him. A small stretch down his spine sunk his black claws momentarily into the root beneath. Then, with a bound onto the next root and another onto the firmer camp earth, Batstrike appeared from the shadows. A vigilant one may have noted him when he first stirred and his golden gaze watched for any early notice from his apprentice. The beams of light that drifted to the swamp floor now revealed the toms tall and lean build, his short course tuxedo pelt, and a gruesome scar across his shoulder blades. His grey flesh had long healed since the injury, but his fur not as lucky to return from what appeared to be a killing bite the feline had pulled free from. His lips pulled taught across his maw and at the two small scars that graced his upper lip in a flat expression. He stood tall, skull angled down at the other cat as he came to a smooth halt. "Antpaw," he mused in greeting, honey voice not matching his cold demeanor. "We'll be on our way now." Batstrike turned easily, tail trailing wide behind him, before padding back to the edge of camp to leave just as quickly as he came.

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Batstrike: Tom || 20 Moons || NightClan Warrior || Heterosexual

Apprentice

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unsatisfied. [private] Posted Aug 20, 2021 2:30:24 GMT

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the young tabby apprentice had to double take when his mentor came striding towards him from the darker parts of camp rather than the warrior's den. perhaps he had woken up earlier and was preparing himself for the training? needless to say, antpaw was excited for his first lessons. he greeted antpaw by name in an unfamiliar, warm tone, something he hadn't used yesterday. "good morning, batstrike." antpaw meowed, softly bowing his head. though he was somewhat doubtful of his abilities, he was going to be polite. before he could say much else, batstrike was ready to set off. antpaw could tell from the get-go that he wasn't a social butterfly like his siblings. maybe they will get along after all...

as they were heading out, antpaw noticed the scars on his pelt and face, something he looked over from their brief meeting the day prior. he felt curious and wanted to ask to pique his interest. given his better judgement, he decided not to ask. that most likely would result in either a long, unnecessary story that would delay his training, or he would come off as nosy and be resented on his first day. instead, he relished in the lack of conversation as they tread through the thick swamp. there were so many new sights and smells that he hadn't been able to witness from that small nursery den.

(ooc: hhh im trying so hard to stay awake i swear i'll get better at long replies eventually im still rusty tho)

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unsatisfied. [private] Posted Aug 20, 2021 12:53:36 GMT

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Batstrike
Tom || 20 Moons || NightClan Warrior || Heterosexual

Antpaw seemed to pick up on his movements early enough, it earned the tom a small nod of acknowledgment already. His greeting had been simple and respectful, Batstrike expected a barrage of questions to follow but peaceful silence fell over the pair. The bugs of the swamp hummed in the distance, song waning in caution as they drew nearer to their sources. It may have been nerves holding the apprentices tongue, but Batstrike was beginning to think he was blessed with a quiet one. As they strode out of the camp, he felt eyes briefly holding on his pelt. The tom anticipated words to follow again, but none came and he shrugged with a small grin. The black tom navigated the thickening earth carefully, curling around tree roots and treading lightly on the soft earth. His gaze scanned carefully for the natural traps of their territory. They'd only drifted a short distance from camp when the mentor leapt up onto a solid tree root and took his first pause. Leaning back on his haunches to sit, he glanced back at Antpaw and welcomed him to take the place at his side with a tap of his tail there.

His mingled dark and light whiskers twitched as the tom began speaking before Antpaw even settled. "You're may be old enough to cross the swamps now, but know well it will swallow you up without a second thought." Batstrikes eyes focused on nothing in particular in front of the two as he shared his warning. "We thrive here because we know the land and respect it, so your first task is to learn our territory and its tricks." A spark of mischief danced in his yellow orbs when he crouched to speak to the other toms face now. It seemed simple, but their lands were deadly and it was important. "You'll pick up how to spot soft mud and memorize the worst areas with time. Sometimes you can tell by the color and texture, but the swamp doesn't follow any set rules so always tread lightly. Getting caught in thick deep mud could be your end, but if it happens don't panic. The more you thrash the worst off you are. In that situation, your options are to reach your hind paws down for more solid footing or stretch out flat, be still, and wait for someone to come pull you free." He took a short breath and waited for the information to settle with his apprentice.

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unsatisfied. [private] Posted Aug 20, 2021 13:37:39 GMT

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with a few fluid movements, batstrike leapt into a large tree and sat, beckoning him closer. he had practiced this in the camp with the smaller trees, but this would appear to be a slight challenge. he took a deep breath and unsheathed his claws and began to climb, clinging to the tree's thick bark. his paw slipped once or twice, but after a short moment, he eventually got to the branch his mentor sat on. antpaw sat beside him and held his breath so he wouldn't pant from exertion. he didn't want to come off as weak, because he wasn't weak, he insisted to himself. just tiny... for now.

antpaw half-frowned at his mentor's warning. of course, he was telling the truth, but the truth can be harsh sometimes. he recalled a kit tale from the nursery where a nightclan cat got stuck in a big mud puddle and was never seen again. it scared the dirt out of his denmates, but he rolled his eyes and said it was just a rumor to calm them down. he shook away that memory as to not jinx himself.

"so we're training on how to not step in the mud? easy enough." he let out a soft chuckle, flicking his tail below the branch. he was close enough to the ground that he could see obstacles up ahead closer than others. however, because of his size, he would be an easier target for the mud. the color of his pelt wouldn't help, because if he wasn't able to shout for help, he would blend right in and be in trouble. he couldn't help but be a little upset that this was their training and not something more interesting, but it was safety training, so he would get over it.

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unsatisfied. [private] Posted Aug 20, 2021 16:46:07 GMT

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Batstrike
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An amused chuckle escaped the warrior at Antpaws reply. "I'll let you practice that on your own time," he hummed watching the young tom. "We'll just be chatting and walking some of our territory today." The tom rose to his white paws and carefully dropped back down to the moist land below. He landed lightly, but still with an audible squish as mud bubbled between his now dirty toes.

Now the tom would reveal why he stopped at this particular location. In front of them green moss cluttered the ground and some tufts of sawblade grass and reeds grew. Batstrike fumbled with a small chunk of dead wood at his feet, waiting to have Anypaws attention before kicking it a few tail lengths forward. Instead of landing softly in mud, a splash and gurgle sounded in the swamp revealing the hidden danger Batstrike intended to demonstrate. What had appeared to be solid enough earth with greenery was actually a shallow pond of stagnant water. A thick layer of sludge had formed at its surface creating the tricky visual, even a few trees rooted and grew from the water making it nearly impossible to discern from NightClans typically muddy earth. Hopefully Antpaw would recognize the gravity of it. How easily one could fall into the waters depths or how a predator could lurk below without sight, sound, or smell.

"It's not just the mud you have to be careful of in NightClan." Batstrikes long tail straightened to point at the hidden pond though it was unclear by sight alone how far it stretched. "Hidden graves of water like this and murky ponds are all over our lands and this is where the swamp lizards hide." The tom swallowed, not glancing to his apprentice before side-stepping and trudging along the side of the waters edge he disturbed. They would be heading deeper into the murky swamps now.

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unsatisfied. [private] Posted Aug 24, 2021 1:31:34 GMT

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antpaw wiggled his behind in the air and then leapt down from the tree. he realized very quickly that it was a lot easier to hop down from the tree than it was to climb up. this would come very handy in combat and hunting in the future, he thought. turning his focus to his mentor and his demonstration, he was somewhat uninterested, but attentive. "right." he mewed with a slanted look. he prayed to starclan that the next training would be more riveting than a literal stick in the mud.

he took a few cautious steps toward the mud puddle and stared into it. "say, batstrike," he turned to face him. "have you ever gotten stuck in the mud? you speak as if you've experienced it well enough." an amused mrowl erupted from his mouth as he bounded back to his mentor's side. surely, he wouldn't actually own up to something so earnest like that, right?

his ears pricked up slightly. swamp... lizards? that couldn't possibly be a real thing. "swamp lizards aren't real. i've never seen a swamp lizard." antpaw's brows furrowed, and he laughed. that had to be the silliest thing anyone has ever told him, and beepaw has said some really silly things!

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