RiverClan Apprentices' Den

[Roseleader]

Okay. @Quailsong.

[~dust~]

Originally Posted by Roseleader

Okay. @Quailsong.

He smiles and then walks out of the apprentince den waiting for his apprentince to follow him.

[The Kitty.]

// @elysian

Goslingkit
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As always, Goslingkit was bored. Bored out of her mind.

The soft stirs of her dappled forefingers tiptoeing warily along the moss-laden flooring of the apprentice's shaft made the tortoiseshell's ears twitch as she crept forward through the throng of snoozing silhouettes. The ginger-colored tip of her tail flicked - perhaps a sign of her usual curiosity? - upon spotting the physique of what looked to be a tom. Is that Beanpaw? Eh. Beanpaw or not, Goslingkit was bored: she was bored and looking to scare someone.

"Hi BeAnPaW!" the long-legged she-kit hollered, a bit too loudly, she recognized about half a second later. Voice quieting to a more... er, acceptable level, she added: "How are you this fine morning, hm?"

[vellichor]

Beanpaw finally had to give up. He couldn’t go on, spending day and night looking out for Grizzlybug. His exhausted body had demanded rest, and he’d finally caved. It wasn’t like his sleep was restful, though. Even in his dreams, Grizz was nowhere to be found. The siamese could almost hear his voice, calling his name. It was —

No. It was a noisy kit. He quickly lifted his head, heart pounding. Eyes bleary from sleep. With quick breaths, he looked down at the visitor, who wasn’t much shorter than he was. Then again, Beanpaw was on the shorter side...

How was he? Exhausted. Upset. Terrified. Angry. "I’m alright," he yawned, trying to clear his mind. Focus on here and now. Not on the nagging missing piece of himself... not the lack of a familiar call... not the longing for a big, shaggy hug. No. "Um, how about you?"

@Corruptx

[Roseleader]

RosePaw follows her menter. @Quailsong

[Slinky]

It was a crisp morning and the forest was alive with prey; Spiritedleap thought this would be the best time to start a hunting training with her new apprentice. Peeking her white and black speckled face in the apprentice den, she scanned the nests for her apprentice. At first, her gentle green eyes fell to her own kit who was sleeping soundly in a nest. She wanted to go over and give him a good cuddle, but she reminded herself that this was not the time. Her gentle gaze continued it's movements before it fell to Acornkit. Her maul curled happily and she pushed into the den with quiet pawsteps. Coming to the young one, she lapped at Acorn's head gently, an affectionate wake-up. She was a very motherly presence. A whisper slipped from her maul, "Sweet one... Wake up."

@Blitz

[The Kitty.]

// @elysian

Goslingkit
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Truth be told, Goslingkit couldn't have cared less to notice the bleary expression plastered on the apprentice's face as he addressed her: the whole early 'rise and shine' agenda of the tortoiseshell's was to remain the same. And so she went hastily on, orange eyes glimmering with the interest she just so happened to possess upon hearing her own words:

"Wanna hear a story? Yeah? I think you're going to like it." Obviously, Goslingkit wasn't going to bother with the whole 'give your partner an actual chance to speak' thing. "I saw my dad bLinD a cAt! Random, yes, but guess what? There was blood! Lots of it - it was really bloody. And bloody is good, right? Ooh, I want to... I want to...." A gasp of realization. "I want to know what blood tastes like! Don't you? I bet it's sweet - sweet and salty." Another sharp breath. "Oh! Oh, I know! What if I sunk my fangs into another kit's throat, hm? Would blood spew everywhere then? Ooh! That'd be an interesting experiment. Oh, yes, an interesting experiment indeed." No, no, no: Goslingkit possessed no genuine intention to rip out another kit's throat solely for the satisfaction of the experience; she in all honesty just longed to know what blood tasted like. Probably sweet or something tasty like that.

[vellichor]

[ @Corruptx ]

Beanpaw
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As the tortoiseshell kitten spoke, Beanpaw found himself making faces he didn’t even know he could make as words he didn’t even know could come from a little kitten pour out. Blinding a cat? Wanting to taste blood? Even considering murdering a cat?

Oh, God.

The siamese struggled for words, as garbled stammers rose from his throat. It was all pretty much a series of "Uh" and "Um" and "Aah" and "Wh-" until he finally managed to piece words together. "Um uh, I don’t know if, um, blood is good. It means some cat’s getting hurt. And,, uh, trust me. You, you don’t want to taste blood. It, it tastes trust and metallic and bitter and, and... not good. Okay...?" Where this kit had gotten the idea that blood was a good thing, or even tasted good, was beyond him. Above his rank. "D-dont, don’t, um, don’t rip some cat’s throat out. Then you’d be exiled or executed and, uh, I don’t think you want that." remembering a comment, he continued. "You don’t wanna do that because, uh, then you’d be separated from your dad. And that’s not good..." hopefully he wasn’t misinterpreting something.

[The Kitty.]

// @elysian

Goslingkit
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Goslingkit tilted her head a notch to the side, orange eyes taking on a glimmer of perplexed curiosity. Metallic? Oh, well, that was good, wasn't it? What does metallic even mean? Whatever - so long as the little molly could try her first droplet of blood. And as the tom went on about the whole component of execution, Goslingkit began to reconsider her urges. Nevertheless, she had to defend her father, that brave warrior.

"Goosefury is a smart cat. What he did back there to Miss Sparrowsnap was intelligent indeed. And, you know.... If I can't taste another cat's blood, then I suppose I'll have to taste my own now, eh?" Goslingkit let her pearly white talons slip out from their sheathes, head tilting even further as she investigated the set of claws. "Don't worry, Mister Beanpaw - I won't do much damage, perhaps just a little cut."

[vellichor]

Beanpaw
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More awkward stutters came from his mouth. It was like nervous babbling was his first language. Which, maybe it was. He did it frequently enough. Anyway, this kit wanted to taste blood that bad? Seriously? Um.

"Uh, no! No no. Um, don’t, do. That." how could he convince this crazy cat not to drink her own blood? Oh! "You should, uh, the first time should be special! Yeah." Quick, think. Words. He needed words. "Um, yeah. Don’t spoil it for yourself now! Think of how,, tasty it’ll be as an apprentice. Or even in your first battle. Yeah. That’ll be... special." Oh, God oh God oh God. What was he going to do if the tortoiseshell ignored him and started bleeding out by his nest? Ugh... it was too early for this.