Leaving for Training(Zinnie!)

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    The sun was shining, and Capitalstorm looked around the clearing. This would be a good time to take Honeypaw out. Flamewing was now in labor, and Honeypaw would need a mentor for while she was a queen. "Honeypaw!" he called. "Come here! We're going for a training session!"


    OOC: How far is Honeypaw into her training? Is she in a certain stage?

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    OOC ~ Honeypaw's about 7 and a half moons. :]


    The pale, sleek figure of the honey-colored she-cat wound itself through the clearing that was called the SunClan camp. She had a small smile stuck on her face, knowing that her mentor was still busy with the duties of a queen. Flamewing did seem like a good mother. When she had met her, the queen had been kind to her. For now, though, she would train with Capitalstorm. The apprentice hadn't trained for a while now, actually. She had been preoccupied with her two new kittypet friends, they were a great time-killer. She was the one always stuck looking out for them. The young, beautiful she-cat didn't mind though. The younger one, Alonzo, seemed to appreciate her. Of course Alonzo's denmate, she was just a little blah. Always picking on the reputation of SunClan, most times it was quite comical really.


    When Honeypaw heard the call of her substitute mentor's voice, she sped her paws up a bit. They made a soft, rhythmic, 'thump' as she ran, Capitalstorm already coming into view. Nodding her head in a respectful greeting, she smiled wider and sat down. The honey-colored she-cat cast her paw over her head, smoothing the stray hairs. "Hello, Capitalstorm," she greeted the warrior. "Is all well with Flamewing?" It had been a while since she had trained with her. A long while, actually. During that time, Honeypaw had been teaching herself. The middle-aged apprentice was anxious to finally train with a warrior. Of course, she kept her excitement hidden within her. Honeypaw blinked softly, letting light stream into her sky blue sappharine eyes. "What are we doing today?"

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    Capitalstorm murmured a greeting to the apprentice. His powerful shoulders flexed back. "Morning, Honeypaw," he mewed. "Flamewing's just given birth to four healthy kits. We'll visit later. But for now, we need to do some training. It's about time we started." His eyes shone with an unholy twinkle. To cats in the know, this meant a challenge. "Are you up for some advanced battle training today?"

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    Honeypaw nodded her head in agreement. She definetly would like to see her mentor's kits soon. For now, though, Flamewing would need time to rest and raise them. She tilted her head up slightly, looking into Capitalstorm's eyes. He was still a bit taller than her, though she was a bit taller than most cats her age. The twinkle in his eye made her grin, probably because she knew whatever was planned was going to be a challenge. If Honeypaw loved anything, it would have to be challenges. This apprentice never backed down from anything. And then he mentioned battle training. Now it was the time for her eyes to twinkle. "I'm up for anything you'll teach me, Capitalstorm. Lead the way," she mewed simply, a hidden amusement held deep within her voice. She simply stepped back, and dipped her head lightly.

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