--ready set go [sycamorepaw training thread]
Jul 21, 2013 6:09:02 GMT -6
Post by littlestorm on Jul 21, 2013 6:09:02 GMT -6
Despite Sycamorepaw being her third apprentice, Littlestorm couldn't help but feel the same butterflies in her stomach that she had felt with her first, back when she was barely a warrior herself yet entrusted to train the future of WildClan. Littlestorm had not paid much attention to the kits as of late - truth be told, she had expected a longer break between her last apprentice before taking on another. Regardless, however, she had instructed Sycamorepaw to meet her at the edge of camp after eating, then had set off herself to make preparations for the day's training.
When Sycamorepaw was prepared to begin the morning's training, she would find that Littlestorm was not alone at the edge of camp, waiting for her arrival. Joining her was a young, muscular tabby with immaculately groomed grey-brown fur. When Sycamorepaw arrived, Littlestorm mewed curtly that they'd go over the plan for the day's training on the way to their destination, before leading the way out of camp with the tomcat taking up the rear.
"I've decided for your first day of training that we are going to start with fighting technique." Littlestorm explained, guiding the party into the heart of what once was ThunderClan territory. "There's a few reasons for this. Though your hunting skills are no doubt undeveloped, the clan will continue to eat because there are other warriors and apprentices who can bring down the mice and voles. Though I believe the sight of you trying to fish would be quite amusing to me, the fact remains that fish will still swim in the river next moon. While I acknowledge the importance of educating you on clan history and tradition, I'm sure you will do just fine carrying on in uneducated bliss..."
As she spoke, the three took an easy pace through the forest. It was a bright day, and sunlight broke through the canopy of branches to leave patterned sun spots and shadows across the dirt forest floor. Just as she seemed finished with her miniature rant, it seemed that Littlestorm had arrived at their destination. The sandy hollow was ideal for training; an open space with even ground and a rather soft landing to those who were knocked off their feet. Littlestorm turned around to face the two other cats, sitting down and tucking her striped tail around her small front paws.
"Fighting, however, is a skill that every clan cat must be prepared to use. You are not in control of when you encounter a rogue or a dog; you must be prepared at all times. Until you learn how to fight, you are just like the kits and elders; not only do you not contribute to the clan, but you draw from it as well. You need protecting." Littlestorm almost spat the last word, leaving very little question of her opinion on the matter. In her mind, she could think only of her two brothers who, with her best interests at heart, had been somewhat mollycoddling and overprotective. She had not wanted to be weak and dependable, however; she had wanted to be the one doing the protecting.
"I've had Jayheart join us for your first day of training-" Littlestorm noted, finally acknowledging the presence of the younger warrior who had sat beside Sycamorepaw and listened attentively to Littlestorm's speech, as though he were the apprentice and not Sycamorepaw.
"How do you do," the tom greeted, introducing himself with a curt dip of his head.
"Yes, yes, now that you've met each other," Littlestorm interrupted, making it clear that Jayheart was not here to make pleasant conversation, as much as it may have been his desire. "Sycamorepaw, can you provide any guess as to why I've had Jayheart join us for your training today?"
Jayheart himself even seemed surprised by the question, and both warriors turned their eyes on the young apprentice to see how she might respond.
When Sycamorepaw was prepared to begin the morning's training, she would find that Littlestorm was not alone at the edge of camp, waiting for her arrival. Joining her was a young, muscular tabby with immaculately groomed grey-brown fur. When Sycamorepaw arrived, Littlestorm mewed curtly that they'd go over the plan for the day's training on the way to their destination, before leading the way out of camp with the tomcat taking up the rear.
"I've decided for your first day of training that we are going to start with fighting technique." Littlestorm explained, guiding the party into the heart of what once was ThunderClan territory. "There's a few reasons for this. Though your hunting skills are no doubt undeveloped, the clan will continue to eat because there are other warriors and apprentices who can bring down the mice and voles. Though I believe the sight of you trying to fish would be quite amusing to me, the fact remains that fish will still swim in the river next moon. While I acknowledge the importance of educating you on clan history and tradition, I'm sure you will do just fine carrying on in uneducated bliss..."
As she spoke, the three took an easy pace through the forest. It was a bright day, and sunlight broke through the canopy of branches to leave patterned sun spots and shadows across the dirt forest floor. Just as she seemed finished with her miniature rant, it seemed that Littlestorm had arrived at their destination. The sandy hollow was ideal for training; an open space with even ground and a rather soft landing to those who were knocked off their feet. Littlestorm turned around to face the two other cats, sitting down and tucking her striped tail around her small front paws.
"Fighting, however, is a skill that every clan cat must be prepared to use. You are not in control of when you encounter a rogue or a dog; you must be prepared at all times. Until you learn how to fight, you are just like the kits and elders; not only do you not contribute to the clan, but you draw from it as well. You need protecting." Littlestorm almost spat the last word, leaving very little question of her opinion on the matter. In her mind, she could think only of her two brothers who, with her best interests at heart, had been somewhat mollycoddling and overprotective. She had not wanted to be weak and dependable, however; she had wanted to be the one doing the protecting.
"I've had Jayheart join us for your first day of training-" Littlestorm noted, finally acknowledging the presence of the younger warrior who had sat beside Sycamorepaw and listened attentively to Littlestorm's speech, as though he were the apprentice and not Sycamorepaw.
"How do you do," the tom greeted, introducing himself with a curt dip of his head.
"Yes, yes, now that you've met each other," Littlestorm interrupted, making it clear that Jayheart was not here to make pleasant conversation, as much as it may have been his desire. "Sycamorepaw, can you provide any guess as to why I've had Jayheart join us for your training today?"
Jayheart himself even seemed surprised by the question, and both warriors turned their eyes on the young apprentice to see how she might respond.
