Careful bees sting [battle training]

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»»——► Risingstorm | Tc | He/Him |Head Hornet ◄——««
“- When does a comet become a meteor -”

" Stingpaw up and Adam were training today he meowed sticking his head in the apprentices den It was early morning fresh dew on the glass once risingstorm knew that Stingpaw was up he left the apprentice den

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[Willowfern]

Stingpaw
He/Him - 6 Moons, ThunderClan
Silver Tongue [Tier One]

Sting let out a truly theatrical groan, one that would normally signal to a promising future as an actor- if it weren’t for the fact that Stingpaw was a cat, and acting wasn’t a viable profession. Unless, of course, Sting wanted to star in B-rated films titled stuff like Magicpaws: Furrends Furrever! or whatever have you. But, then again, he didn’t know about any of that, either. He was blissfully unaware of the consumer market, blissfully unaware of the concept of taxes, and thus blissfully unaware of acting as a profession (Or, well, any sort of profession as a profession. He didn’t even know what a profession was.). It was probably a good thing. He’d excel at it, acting, and then he’d be even more bigheaded.

Sting pulled himself to his paws, tottering before he gained his footing. He was grumbling a little to himself as he weaved through those lucky sleepers that he shared the den with to meet Risingstorm outside. His spiky tail flicked irritably at the tip, the only real betrayal of his vexation. Outwardly, he looked slightly rumpled from sleep, and a bit grumpy, but otherwise interested in the prospect of training.

Risingstorm, Sting was coming to learn as he got to know his mentor, should have been named Risingsun, since he always seemed to be so damn eager to be up before the birds even had the sense.

“So… training?” Sting prompted, smothering his curiosity under the forced preadolescent nonchalance that characterized him. Inwardly, he wondered what sort of training Risingstorm had in mind. Hunting? Climbing? Fighting? The latter, of course, seemed most enjoyable. He hoped it was that one.

“Ya know, ya didn’t have to wake me up so early. The sun’s gonna be up for ages, an’ training can be just as good at, er, sunhigh,” Stingpaw proposed. It was rather reasonable. Who needed to be up so early when sunhigh was right there as an option? Though, Sting had a feeling Risingstorm wouldn’t agree.

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»»——► Risingstorm | Tc | He/Him |Head Hornet ◄——««

" - I am the dirt under your claws, Nothing’s gonna clean me out. - "

risingstorm gave a slight smile " I do agree its early, but its better to get this out of the way early before everyone else is awake so there is less of a crowd, don't ya say?" he half asked before leading the way out into the territory " sunhigh would be nice, but I think battle training will be more fun" he said You ready to start or are you too tired? he smirked
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[Willowfern]

Stingpaw
He/Him - 6 Moons, ThunderClan
Silver Tongue [Tier One]

Sting suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. The effort was nigh-Herculean. Not that he knew what that meant, being a cat.

“Yeah, ‘cos there’s always such a rush,” Sting scoffed, but he padded after Risingstorm anyway, following him out of camp and into the sun-dappled forest.

Sting liked the forest, to be honest. It was nice. And quiet. Well, save for birdsong and the sound of other prey, but that was part of the appeal.

When Risingstorm broke the silence again, telling him they were doing battle training today, Sting visibly brightened, his tail shooting up like a flag, curling at the tip like a question mark.

“Battle training? We’re doing battle training t’day?” He asked, all cool aloofness abandoned at the thought of it. Oh boy, battle training! That he could get behind. He was starting to like Risingstorm, even if he got up far too early for Sting’s tastes, “Oh, no, no, I’m not too tired! I’m ready ta train!” Sting said hastily, “Bright eyed and bushy tailed! Let’s go!”

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