When did I agree to this...? [Ask before joining]

[kelshii]

(I know Cloudpaw's nine moons old, but if you don't mind, I'm setting this to when they've just been matched.)

Russetwhisker was perched on the highest tree she could find, sitting against the trunk, in the crook of the branch, her tail hanging down and eyes surveying the area below. She was the farthest up she could go without the limbs being too thin to hold her.

It was the favorite place of many of the cats in the Clan. They came here for whatever reason; scouting, thinking, a private place to talk to a friend or mate, a discussion that could get them in trouble... Russetwhisker liked it because of the solitude, and the fact that if someone was here, they were usually left alone, barring emergencies.

At the moment, Russetwhisker was feeling as if she had been blown about by a stiff wind. She was slightly dazed, and she didn't like it.

She had been assigned an Apprentice.

How utterly bizarre a thought. And how unwelcome it was, too...

It had been a complete shock when Longstar had paired them that evening. Cloudpaw had been the last cat to be given to a Warrior, and everyone was, at least to a point, dreading to be the one to be his Mentor. Cloudpaw was notoriously hard to get along with, prideful and blunt as he was. Not that she cared about that. Russetwhisker wasn't easy to get on with either, so it all evened out.

She had heard someone mutter about them killing each other by the end of the moon, if not sooner, though.

Longstar hadn't even really talked to Russetwhisker about having an Apprentice. He had made a passing comment to her about it, and she had given a reply that could be taken neutrally - and the mousebrained old cat had taken it as a positive, she was sure.

Longstar had always been a bit... weird. He was one of the few cats who could unsettle her on a regular basis. But still, this was too much.

Not that Russetwhisker really could have done much about it. She wasn't about to make a scene over it. She would just have to make the best of it...

And Cloudpaw would have to deal.

The she-cat sighed, swishing her tail two or three times, before she started climbing down the tree. There was still time to get a bit of hunting in before she returned to camp...

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[[.___Paije] !]

OoC//
Okay. :D
I'm fine with that~~

BiC//

Cloudpaw!

Oh joy. Another cat bossing him around as if he were a little kit. He all ready grew up with his mother in the nursery once. Why did he need another one to boss him around and train him? He didn't care about this cat none the less. He didn't need yet another cat bossing him around. See, he all ready has the leader, his mother, and most anyone that knows him on his case. Padding ever so quietly alone near the outside of camp, his ears back, pinned against his small head. Creeping around as if he were...not allowed to be out here. "He crawls...and he scores!" he hissed, jumping forward upon a beetle. Cloudpaw was still acting as if he were a little kit.

Shaking his head roughly, before promptly letting go. Watching the blue colored bug be projected from his jaws before hitting a tree. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, letting out a light, high pitched laugh. A cruel bitter laugh it was. Taking the joy of watching a mere bug die under his little grasp. "Heh. Heh. I got him!" he hissed in pleasure, darting over to where the dead bug remain, still and unmoving while the white cat continued to prod it, teasing the dead body with the means of his claws digging inward inside of the body. It was a simple pleasure of life. Just as a kit would simply love to attack his mother or father's tail and catch it. It was the joy of the catch. Cloudpaw was born for hunting, and born to track.

OoC//
Done. o3o
Sorry for the shortness, slight writer's block, and I'm still developing his personality and stuff like that... x-x

[kelshii]

((No worries. We all have those days...))

Russetwhisker prowled silently through the undergrowth, paws making almost no noise at all. She avoided things that, should she step on them, would give away her position with automatic smoothness. She held her body and tail low, ears and eyes alert, and mouth slightly open to better catch any scent of prey.

She was near the camp again (without having had any luck finding anything to hunt), when she did catch a scent. It wasn't prey, but it was familiar.

Russetwhisker quietly padded to a spot to watch, near the base of a tree, body hidden well. She watched as her Apprentice jumped, catching a beetle to play with.

Curling her lip and twitching her ears back a bit, the Warrior contemplated exactly how she would deal with Apprentice - not for this; it was ridiculous, but all Apprentices tended to act like this at some point... She didn't have a clue how to teach anyone.

Oh well. She'd just act like she usually did, while... giving him tips?

Russetwhisker stood as Cloudpaw started mutilating the beetle's body, walking to him with her usual confident, controlled gait.

"Cloudpaw," she meowed, head titled to one side every so slightly. If she had had eyebrows, she would have raised them at him, but instead she merely curled a lip as viewed at the destroyed bug in his claws.

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