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Originally Posted by Vessel
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Spiritpaw padded into the territory, taking deep breaths of the pine-scented air.
Another day, another bout of training.
The tom thought, stifling a yawn.
And so early, too.
Whatever. The faster they got this over with, the better.
That is, if they could even start in the first place.
"Any day now, Sparrowsnap!", he called over his shoulder.
Really, that she-cat was getting annoying.
Why bring him out if they weren't going to train?
Still, he sat down beneath the leaves of Shadowclan trees, and waited.
And waited.
And thought of the sleep he was missing out on.
Sparrowslug!
Though the thought was rather ironic, coming from Spiritpaw.
Especially as it got harder and harder to keep his eyelids from drifting shut. |
Sparrowsnap trotted hurriedly toward her apprentice, nose wrinkling at the defiant tone that lurked in his voice. She skidded to a halt once in-front of the tortoiseshell tom, yellow eyes narrowing.
"First off, mouse-brain," she hissed, "do NOT speak to me like that, understand? And second, I'm giving you a privilege by letting you go out hunting on your decision." She leaned in toward the spprentice and peeled back her muzzle to let her breath drift down into his face. "Do I make myself clear?" Sparrowsnap growled lowly.