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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: verdana; width: 470px;][justify][size=9px]Tycho was borrreeddd. Where was everybody? Why was he always on his own now? Oh, yeah, that's right. Because all of his friends had apprentice duties and mentors and training sessions and he was still in camp scraping moss off of weird stone statues to re-line dens with. Everybody else got to go battle practice or hunting because he was cleaning dens and biting off ticks from the elder's hides, elder's he didn't even know. Sigh. This wasn't the right line of work for him, this wasn't his forte. The six-moon-old tabby needed something to challenge him, something to keep his mind working; not mundane tasks that even a kit could do. Remove old moss, scratch new moss, carry moss, lay moss, repeat. He'd been doing this ever since he was apprenticed, he'd lost track of how many dens he had cleaned. If this was for practice when he was older, he was pretty sure that he had the task down by now! Tycho was so frustrated with this new routine of his that he had practically forgotten what it felt like to be outside of the camp walls. He couldn't wait for his father to call that next meeting, to say that the Hitchhikers were finally, finally moving on from RadicalClan and they could wander around like he heard stories of, too young to have remembered their last hike to the clan they docked at now.


    Where was Styx? Tyke was silently begging, pleading for the busy blue tom to come and rescue him to his moss farming. Couldn't they go hunting, training? Something, anything?[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino linotype; font-size: 11px; color: #ffffff;]track with main~ :D[/fancypost]
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    Styx was blissful unaware of his apprentice's desire to be free from the moss duties. The tom, himself, had been an avid apprentice and appreciated the elders a lot. He did not mind the hustle and bustle of taking care of the elders. It was a necessary task and he had embraced it. He could not imagine somebody disliking it, though he faintly recalled the complaints of other apprentices when he was one. Either way, Tycho needed to be trained. And they had not gone out very often, not yet. Not in the past week or so. Padding forward, the blue tom swept his gaze around the territory. RadicalClan was becoming home to him, but...he was growing bored and restless. They were wanderers, that is what they did. And they had been stationed here a while. "Tycho?" he called out, spotting the apprentice. He appeared to be wrapped up in the moss collections, so the tom wasn't certain he'd want to leave. "Are you up for some training?"


    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: verdana; width: 470px;][justify][size=9px]Are you up for some training? The words reverberated in the tabby's ears until his mind could properly process them. Was that... was that Styx? He was asking about training? Now? The messily gathered ball of moss fell from the kitten's mouth in disbelief and he stared at the blue tom with a mix of angled suspicion and three-moon-old excitement in his sparkling hazel eyes. Yes! Of course he was up fro training, Tycho was up for anything! His tail swished contently and he dipped his head deeply to express his answer, but he quickly gathered the moss again before meowing, "I should bring this to the apprentice den, though. Uhm," his words were barely audible, so he just stared at his mentor for another moment and then dashed off en route to the RadicalClan apprentice's den. He would just leave the moss there and get to it later, or some cat else would handle it, either way it would be used for something and Tycho couldn't bring himself to care in that moment.
    "What will we be working on?" Tyke tried his hardest not to sound too excited, but the tabby-and-white apprentice was over the moon. This was exactly what he had been waiting for, and here Styx was, ready to take his apprentice out and hone his warrior skills. The young tabbied stratigist could barely keep from squeaking with glee.[/fancypost]
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    Styx smiled as Tycho seemed to be lost for words. They had not trained much, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be a great warrior. They'd get their training in, that was sure. The blue tom didn't know how well of a teacher he'd be, though he was confident that he could at least teach him the basics and skills he needed to know to function in the world. He may not excell at it, but he'd be the best teacher he could possibly be. As Tycho commented that he needed to do something quick, the blue tom dipped his head in understanding and patiently waited for the apprentice to return. It wasn't very long that Tycho was gone, so Styx wasn't left bored. Not that it would have bothered him, he was rather patient. "Well, we have hunting and battle training to go over. Perhaps not both tonight - which would you prefer?


    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: verdana; width: 470px;][justify][size=9px]"Maybe battle training?" Was it even a contest? Hunting had been fun until he'd gone out a few times with the other apprentices. Not to say that the activity had lost it's charm, but the young tabby would much rather try something he'd never done before than practice something he had. At least when it came to this decision. Tycho purred, whiskers quivering. His pelt was bristling like mad, his excitement nearly a palpable charge in the air. He hoped Styx wouldn't think little of him because of it, but he was just so ecstatic that they were going to do something, he couldn't help but show it. "Where will we go to do it? A meadow?" Did RadicalClan have meadows? Tycho didn't know the territory all that well, so he didn't have much to suggest. Now that it was practically new-leaf, with the snow melting and the temperatures rising, they could just about go anywhere. To be honest, the cream-and-chocolate apprentice didn't care. They could have started training right then and there, he'd be alright with anything. With a flick of his tail, the tabby kneaded the soggy ground underfoot, hoping that he wouldn't mess up or disappoint the blue-pelted warrior in any way, especially on one of their very first training sessions. Tycho wanted to show Styx exactly what he could do.


    ooc | i'm so sorry for such a late response !! :o[/fancypost]
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    OOC: Oops...I lost this thread. xD sorry.


    Styx had feared that the apprentice would want to practice battle training moves. He was not the best cat to be teaching battle moves, but he was a mentor. It was his duty to pass on his knowledge, so he would do what he could. Plus, they did group training as well. Or even partnered training. So it'd be sufficient training for the young apprentice. Nodding his head, the blue tom offered a small smile and contemplated the next question. Truth be told he wasn't very familiar with the territory on RadicalClan. He knew there was a bamboo forest but that would make a poor training field. "I'm sure we'll find somewhere suitable," he said softly. Then he hesitantly picked a direction to go. They'd find something, eventually. Plus the walk would warm up their muscles.


    Eventually they found a meadow, just as Tycho had predicted. There was a faint stream flowing through the meadow, so they could stop and get drinks as needed. It was a gorgeous place, lush and full of newly blooming flowers. The snow had pretty much melted and now the weather was warming up. It was a great day, with a pleasant breeze, for training. The tom hummed as he walked forward, using his claws to draw a circle in the ground. Then he stepped into the circle and nodded for Tycho to copy him. "What do you think is the most important thing about battles?"


    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: verdana; width: 470px;][justify][size=9px]It didn't take them long to find a suitable place to begin training. With bamboo towering around them in seemingly all directions and a cloudless sky above them, the weather was shaping up in their favor. While the apprentice had not a clue where they were headed, Styx knew how to pick his way around foreign land, that was for sure; Tycho was surprised that they stumbled upon the open area so soon, but that quickly ebbed to his now characteristic excitement for what the day might hold. The grass here was long and wispy, growing up to the smaller cat's mid-legs. The sweet, gentle breeze whisked around the clearing, carrying with it the smells of rain and new-leaf growth and the stream that cut through the area a few paces away from them. Whiskers twitching and the end of his tail flicking to and fro, the young tom couldn't wait to start-- he bounded into the grass with a purr of contentment. This day marked the beginning of his becoming a warrior! He had every faith in Styx that the blue tom would teach him everything that was needed to know to defend and protect the Hitchhikers.


    While he bounced over to a small compound of stones and grappled with them until he came to the top, he realized that Styx was drawing something in a patch of dirt. His head tilted to the side but before he could ask the tom what he was doing, he spoke. What was the most important thing about battle? Tycho hopped off his rocky perch and mirrored his mentor, using his claws to sketch an uneven circle into the dirt. "Strategy," the apprentice answered confidently. "It doesn't matter what you're doing if you don't know how to do it." He paused, thinking he may have come on a bit too strong at that; ears swiveling back, he added, "...Right?"


    ooc | no problem! we're slowly but surely making progress. cx[/fancypost]
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