It was over my head (p training thread)

dreampaw grumbled groggily from her nest. she wasnt used to being woke up as early due to only recently gettiing fadedghost as a mentor. just great. she murmured, annoyed that her mentor had just been an apprentice a week ago and no really no experience with this stuff. though, she would give him a chance. amber eyes adjusted to the light difference as she pushed her way past fadedghost who stood at the entrance. why are you so scared. we dont bite, well i mean. my brother probably won't." she commented, pulling moss off her creamy fur. "what are we doing today?" "speech"

tumblepaw.

Frankie had been asleep until two voices reached his ears. They instantly twitched, and woke him up from his slumber. He was a light sleeper. He yawned and licked the roof of his mouth to get the morning taste off his tongue. He then lifted himself upwards and arched his back to stretch. It was odd--being as young as he was and having a former family. He even had to sleep with the apprentices because of his lack of experience. Though, he was skilled more so in agility. "Sounds like a blast." Commented Frankie tiredly and sarcastically. "How about we learn how to sleep quietly instead?" He grumbled, a passive aggressive remark to the apprentices in the den that snored their heads off, or moved so much that the shuffling of the moss nests were unbearable to listen to.

&& His sides brushed the sides of the tunnel as he followed it quietly, three mice and a thick breasted robin hanging limply in his jaws. Once he broke out into the main cave, icy light stung at his beryl ocular, causing the tom to blink rapidly in discomfort. Snow still clung to his paws and pelt, melting slowly as his body heat attacked it feebly.

Trotting over, Bearclaw dropped his haul into the dwindling freshkill pile, flicking his ears in content as he noticed it was relatively full considering winter hushed away a majority of their food source. Soon, they would probably have to begin sending hunting patrols into the Skeleton Gorge. But that was only a last resort. Voices slithered past his frame, seizing the toms attention as he turned and noticed the growing group. Curious, the burn scarred tom lumbered over and seated himself quietly. A training session? It was well needed.

Dreampaw shrugged. if fadedghost wanted to say he wasn't scared, she'd just go with it. but the grey tom seemed scared, stuttering and hesitant. the orange creamed cat thought for a moment. hunting? "okay, hunting sounds fine," the young apprentice stated. maybe she could become better at tracking- and climbing trees. though, she kinda wanted to learn to fight. what if they were attacked? she would just be useless, flinging herself like a ragdoll. but, the young cat would just go with what ever her stuttering mentor wanted to her go with. "guess my brothers not awake; lets go." she ushered, growing impatient. "speech"