[Captain]

Originally Posted by Crybaby (At the Disco)

Ebonypaw’s pure black, fluffy fur was now groomed and shiny like always, he had a few scars on his muzzle and legs, but most of his wounds had fully healed. Ivorypaw had the same, mostly, but just a bit less severe due to choosing her battles a bit more wisely. Ebonypaw flicked his tail, laying it on his muzzle. His eyes were shut tight, not even the rare sunlight could wake him. Both apprentices were deep sleepers, though he could note the warmth seeping into his pelt with satisfaction. Ebonypaw still felt cold, however, and he fluffed out his fur slightly. He didn’t want to get up, his moss was so warm. And it was so hard to hunt..he just wanted..more sleep. He didn’t open his eyes, not wanting to face being unable to go back to sleep, but he knew Flintheart would wake him eventually. Ebonypaw wondered what type of training they’d do, he always had a plan, for the most part. He finally peeled open his eyes slightly, vision hazy, as he glanced at the opening of the den. Had he missed his mentor? He glanced around, unable to see the toms familiar pelt. Not yet. He closed his eyes, though trying to keep alert for his mentor, and relaxed. He’d probably be out of here soon, best to just..wait, not sleep. His mentor wasn’t one for sleeping in, so he probably would be out hunting or something soon. His jaws stretched in a yawn, and his moss was comforting, but he forced himself to remain alert, eyes half closed, waiting for his mentor to “wake him”. He wanted to do something, his paws itched for action and not just laying now. Odd. He usually wanted to lay around when it was cold, but he felt restless. He pricked his ears, noting his mentors voice. He stood, stretching out his limbs. “Okay.” He replied, still quite groggy. He swiped his tongue over his pelt a few times before heading out into the clearing. Ebonypaw padded out of the apprentices den, the almost-warrior aged cat glancing around for his mentor. He’d grown used to his pelt and stature, so easily spotted him in the clearing. He yawned once again, blinking the sleep from his eyes, and padded after his mentor. His tail swished behind him, and he glanced back at a soundly sleeping Ivorypaw. He felt a tiny pang of jealousy she got to sleep, but then again, he got to do something! He swiped his tongue over his pelt once more, to make himself look a bit more presentable, and then walked toward his mentor. Ebonypaw’s fur was plastered to his sides from his grooming, his eyes shown and he looked confident, wearing his battle scars with a sense of pride. His first battle! And he’d..kind of won! Ebonypaw wasn’t looking forward to the next battle, not at all, but he knew he could survive. The black tom finally caught up to his mentor, tail curling. “Hello.” He mewed, sitting, neatly curling his tail around his paws. The tom had matured slightly, and while remaining sarcastic and a bit rude, was a bit more..docile towards Clanmates. “What’s the plan for today?” He mewed, tilting his head slightly.

“Good morning.” The older tomcat greeted his apprentice as the youth joined him in the clearing, giving a gentle dip of his head before he looked up at the sky that peeked through the trees that loomed above them. It was a rare sight, indeed, with the sunlight that now bathed the Thunderclan camp since it was very close to the cold season, but Flintheart was only surprised by this, never complaining about such luck for the felines that inhabited this land. That thought alone, with the incoming snow and chilling winds that would soon plague the woods, made an uneasy shudder run up the Burmilla’s spine. He had already mentioned this beforehand when he had first awoke only moments ago, but the thoughts of the future weather still would come to bother him from time to time. Flintheart shook his head, knowing that it was not the time to get lost in such useless thoughts - there were more important matters at play this morning as he now glanced at his apprentice that was beside him. “Today is a very special day, Ebonypaw, can you guess what the day is, by any chance?” He decided to ask the dark-furred male for mere curiosity sake before they would go forth into their training session today. The grey-furred tomcat stretched out his paws, giving a slight yawn. Even though he had gotten the chance to rest up since the Gathering battle, he still found it difficult to sleep at certain times. One could even say that he was an insomniac, but Flintheart wasn’t sure if that was a bit too far fetched. He knew that he had ignored the youth’s question about what they would be doing today, but Ebonypaw would find out soon enough what was in store for him on this chilly day in autumn. It was important for them to wake up early and be prepared, despite all the chaos and violence that had shaken the clans to the core. Flintheart knew, however, that this had to be taken care of.