〈 what is this? boot camp? 〉 open to mentors & apprentices

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    [font=times new roman][size=15pt]GROUP TRAINING[/size]


    [justify][font=times new roman]OOC: Creep - Hope you don't mind. I thought it'd be more interesting with others. c:


    IC: The newly made apprentice pawed warily at the sand, liking the contrast between his dark coloring and the grainy substance's. Who needed camouflage, right? Well maybe you did, if you were on a spy mission or whatnot. But what would Pompeiipaw know? He's just a new warrior apprentice.
    The blue smoke waited for Mysticmagic to appear. She had promised, hadn't she?

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    ... my heart's the bitter buffalo ...



    ((I don't mind))


    The sister of the leader found herself wandering as she approached the tom who she would be training in Angelpaw's place, gazing out toward the sea as she approached. Her mind was full of other things, but when she finally reached the young son of someone, she looked down at him and after a moment, seemingly of studying him, she gave a gentle smile. "Hello,"





    [justify][font=times new roman]"Mysticmagic! Hi." Pop returned the small smile, simultaneously rising to his paws. The tom was in a relatively good mood, meaning he'd be open to any small talk or whatever. "What plans do we have today?" The second son of Azureflight had his head slightly askew, the matching, pale eyes meeting the royal's. The leader's sister, eh?

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    ... The Ocean Breathes Salty ...



    Mysticmagic frowned, turning her head all about the surroundings of the island. "Well, first few weeks of training are always the dullest," she remarked with something almost like regret in her voice- they were also the toughest. "We'll have to work all that baby-fat off of you and build your muscles up. So the first thing we'll be doing is taking a run."





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    Baby fat? His face took on this slightly offended grimace. It was indeed true, but Mysticmagic seemed a little blunt about it. "Yeah, alright," Pompeiipaw agreed with a twitch of the tail. The young TidalClanner took off at a jogging pace, wondering exactly which way to travel but also allowing the she-cat to take the lead or shout out a direction.

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    ... The Ocean Breathes Salty ...



    Mysticmagic, in truth, wasn't quite in the mood for running that day, but she didn't want to give the apprentice a moment of solitude on his run. Bad things seemed to happen to apprentices these days when they were alone.
    So she ran alongside him, and gradually she picked up the pace to trot ahead of him, long legs carrying her farther, faster- he would have to run to keep up with her now.


    She glanced back at him over her shoulder, making sure he could keep up.





    [justify][font=times new roman]The new apprentice of Mysticmagic was breathing heavily through his nose, maintaining a steady run behind her. But, he wasn't too far behind - he could bite her tailtip if he wanted.
    But everything was out of his line of vision in mere heartbeats. Pompeiipaw wanted to view the entire TidalClan territory, you see. There was no time to stop however, so they kept racing past some cool looking landmarks and whatnot.
    The young blue smoke dragged along the shore, slowly straying behind the royal warrior. Pop's sides were heaving as he gasped for air. Dramatic but it was true. "Mystic!" Maybe he'd go on after a drink, you know, a pit stop.


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    Ooc// Would you mind if I popped in?


    Ic// Silentpaw turned her head abruptly to the noise of the runners as they passed. The large apprentice was less graceful than them by far, and could use the practice. Naturally, with no mentor, she got none. She watched them blow past, and heard the smaller, likely an apprentice, call out.


    Ah, words. What a blessing it'd be to speak, she thought sadly. The long-furred torbie approached them, at a moderate pace.

    [justify][font=times new roman]Ooc - Fine with me.
    Ic - Pompeiipaw, with his dramatic characteristics just had to pause to catch his breath, but feeling quite ashamed in doing so. After a bit of coughing and snuffling, he was prepared to storm ahead - only to see this new body appear.
    Azureflight's dark furred son jerked his head back to get a better view of her. TidalClanner? Check. So she wasn't hostile, but something about her made him frown.

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    Porcelain, Are You Wasting Away In Your Skin?



    ((ohgod i lost this thread))


    Mysticmagic turned, blinking her large eyes in confusion when Poppaw called out to her- was he really so out of shape? "Come on, Pompeii- what is it?" she called, slowing and finally turning to walk back toward him.
    Her eyes caught sight of the second apprentice but she wasn't interested- she too didn't know if she was a part of Tidalclan or not, being newly returned to a slew of new faces and names. "Do you need to rest?"





    Silentpaw looked up to the warrior, blinking a little. She was a bit surprised by the presence of the older cat, but nodded politely just the same. Her long torbie fur blew about, causing her to shiver slightly; even for spring, the weather was still fairly cold.

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    "Sorry, sorry . . . I know, I'm a slow, fat, out of shape kit." Pompeiipaw had dignity and was more than willing to say it. But for his first ever training, this was pretty bad. Mystic was probably praying she had another apprentice. He'd have to run everyday to build up stamina and whatnot. But Pop would get better. He vowed to.
    "I'm good," the blue smoke muttered, glancing from one she-cat to the other. The young tom would also let his mentor handle the newcomer, not wanting to worsen the situation even more.
    (rushed, messy post)

    Silentpaw tilted her head to Pompeiipaw sympathetically. She knew the feeling. Still a bit out of shape, in fact, though her fluffy fur hid most of it. The mute torbie then returned her gaze to the warrior. Her eyes were soft, as she was hoping to be included. Unable to ask with words, she really could not communicate with anything but her expressions.