Waiting [Cloudie]

[wild]

Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Taking over
But it won't be long

Dustpaw sat in the camp staring into space. He showed no interest in anything that happened to pass by him. It was one of the few instances where he was not distracted. The small warrior in training just sat there like some kind of moron, but he didn't care. His facial expression told anyone who looked at him that he was melancholy at the moment, although that was not true. Dustpaw was actually content; not happy, not sad. What Dustpaw was doing was waiting patiently for his mentor. Cedarstar.

Dustpaw could not hide his surprise when the leader of MeadowClan took him on as his apprentice. He was hoping for a less important cat as his mentor. Now he knew that he had to work harder to impress his mentor. Oh well, Dustpaw had thought. He was a particularly lazy cat, and didn't like working hard. He thought more positively, thinking of how Cedarstar would mold him into a good warrior. The apprentice wasn't usually optimistic, but he was in a good mood today. He hoped that his mentor would be the understanding type. He never knew Cedarstar personally, so Dustpaw really didn't know what to expect. Cedarstar seemed calm and nice. Dustpaw was good at reading other cats, but her never really took the time to analyze his leader. He had more important things to do then to sit around gawking at the leader, such as bonding with his mother.

Unwilling to sit looking like an idiot any longer, Dustpaw blinked and shook his head. He stood up straighter, keeping up an attentive facade. He sensed that Cedarstar would be arriving soon, and he wanted to make a good impression. The waiting nearly killed the poor impatient cat, and he snorted with irritation. Dustpaw looked around the camp, the waiting finally starting to get to him. If his mentor didn't show up soon, he would have to leave. Unknown to Dustpaw, he was early and had only been waiting for ten measly minutes.

They're mesmerized
Skeletons
Kids with guns
Kids with guns

lyrics; Kids With Guns - Gorillaz

[Cloud of Diamonds]

Cedarstar had taken a day from running his Clan to train his apprentice. Joy. However, this meant that he needed to goad the lazy tom into action. He could do that.

As the leader padded from his den out into camp, he was slightly surprised to see the gray-brown tom was already in the middle of the camp. Good. They could set off for the training hollow immediately.

"Good to see you here, Dustpaw." He meowed in his deep voice. "We shall proceed to the training hollow as planned."

With his confident stride, the tabby leader padded to the weed tunnel and padded through it, sure his apprentice would follow quickly.

He though of the little tom as he walked.

A quick learner...when he wanted. But when he showed little interest in a topic it tried Cedarstar's patience to the utmost to get him in gear. Not a good quality in a warrior. But then, all cats had flaws, and he was young. Perhaps he would grow out of it.

The long-furred leader stopped for a moment to ponder possible future names of other apprentices besides his own. Jaypaw was close to warrior age....unusually muscular for a MeadowClanner...Jayclaw, perhaps? And Palepaw, in a few moons she too would be ready...Palefur, maybe...

[wild]

Dustpaw looked up to see his striped mentor, better known as his leader. He knew he would have to work hard. He hoped to StarClan that Cedarstar was not the type to work him ragged. Dustpaw was about to return his mentor's greeting, but was cut off before he could say anything. He narrowed his eyes but said nothing as Cedarstar began proceeding towards the exit. Dustpaw sighed and stood up. He stretched his short legs in the winter sun, which was not all that sunny. He fluffed out his kit fur against the cold, preventing it from wrapping around him. He blinked and began following his mentor, the cool air not bothering him so much thanks to his thick fur. He came up beside Cedarstar, as he had paused, and Dustpaw looked at him questioningly. He was not willing to say anything, so he just looked around awkwardly.

The young tom was only somewhat enthusiastic to begin training. He hoped that as the training progressed that he would enjoy it more, and not have to have his leg twisted to go hunting. Dustpaw was a young cat with very little patience, so hunting did not appeal to him. But it was a basic skill that all warriors required, so he would just have to grit his teeth and bare it. Dustpaw made his way toward the tunnel leading out of camp. "Erm," he meowed, "Cedarstar, you coming?" Any other apprentice would be yowling 'Let's go! Let's go! Whatcha waitin' for?!', but Dustpaw was not wanting to look like a foolish disrespectful cat. He also got his soft-spoken attitude from his mother. His loving mother. Dustpaw look into the world outside of the camp, and eagerness slowly began to bubble up in his veins.