New Apprentice

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  • Hi everyone! I'm Mousepaw I need a Mentor and some friends. ;D

  • Tabbysong padded out of the warrior den in a lanky fashion, stretching her aching limbs. The multi-colored tabby shook her head in a dog-like manner, feeling hungry, yet surprisingly awake. By the noise of bustling cats and the fresh scents of fresh-kills in the air, it was almost sunrise.


    OOC: Can I be Mousepaw's mentor?

  • suddenly a flame-colored she cat bounded up. "hey!!! im lightningpaw! good luck on being an apprentice mousepaw!!!"


    leafshine trotted up. "hey little sis I see you've met lightningpaw!"


    ill play both your friend and sister if you want me to! ;D

  • Hello Moonfeather and Lightningpaw *dippeds head in greeting* my name is Mousepaw you both can be my friends

  • "Mousepaw!" Tabbysong called out, gesturing at her new apprentice with a subtle flick of her tail. "We're going on hunting today." Classic and typical, yes, but hunting was the most important duty to keep the Clan going, especially with their population increasing dramatically.

  • Duskpaw padded out of the apprentices den just in time to hear Tabbysong. She yawned and slowly padded towards Tabbysong and the other apprentices. "I'll come..." She sat in a shadow and licked her chest a couple of times.

  • "Right. I thought we'd venture near the camp. I say our new territories aren't really entirely safe," Tabbysong said, musing about how she found a nest of hawk eggs a bit earlier, "Follow me."
    The multi-colored tabby did not wait for the cats to follow. This was a training session, not a socializing time.

  • Once in the forest, Tabbysong sat down on a comfy, moss-covered log and began to talk.
    "Right. Some of you seem to be older apprentices, so I'll ask a question. What kind of preys do ThunderClan cats have?"
    It was mentoring time.