[Neptune.]

 

Originally Posted by silver.

61/100
shc apprentice // he/him // 9 moons
purrks: agatha kitty, the collector, rapid recovery

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Quiet indeed. Too quiet, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Emerging from the apprentice's den, the young tom searches the clearing for something to do. Or rather, someone to train with. A warrior would be ideal. But from the looks of it Fenneldrop or Hillstrider didn't seem to be around. Of course not. Blinking slowly at the realization he pads further out into the light of day before settling upon a dark-furred apprentice around his age. Cinderpaw. He knew of her but had never interacted with her. Normally it would be out of character for him to seek out conversation but... From what he knew the molly was similar to himself in a handful of ways. So he approaches, tail flicking behind him nervously as he gathers the gall to speak.

"Good morning, Cinderpaw. If you are not busy I was in search of a training partner."

Originally Posted by ---Bluestar---

Tigerpaw walked over to Cinderaw and the other cat. "Hey sorry to inturupte but uh... would you guys like to train or something with me I have no friends and my mentor stoped mentoring me." She mewed trying to find out weather she should still be an apprentice if her mentor stoped training her. @silver. @Neptune.

Cinderpaw
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9 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice
small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes

It isn’t long before her silent practice session is interrupted, though surprisingly Cinderpaw finds that she’s not all that upset about it. The one who approached her she remembers as Bitternpaw - he was made an apprentice around the same time she and her littermates were, though she’d never made much if an effort to really get to know him. Actually, she’d never made an effort to really get to know anyone. Maybe this was her chance? Friends don’t grow on trees, after all, and the only cats she thinks of as friends right now are Wispypaw (her own sister) and Flashpaw.

”What kind of training?” The tabby signs with her paws, head tilted to the side to indicate a question and not a statement. Before the silver cat can respond, however, another apprentice invites herself to the conversation. This cat Cinder doesn’t know the name of, but as she starts complaining about her lack of training - or, more specifically, her mentor’s lack of initiative - Cinderpaw has to resist the urge to roll her eyes. ”If your mentor won’t train you you can always ask the enforcers for help. Or you can go to grandma and she’ll reassign you,” she signs, trying to be polite despite the mildly annoying complaints.

Cinderpaw knows all about mentors not taking initiative, she doesn’t even have a mentor right now, but she’s still trying… at least a little bit, anyway. It’s frustrating having to go ask for training on her own, but such is the perils, she supposes.