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[Silvergrass]

(Tagging:Lionhearted)

A soft, practically warm breeze was circling around the camp as Firehawk left the warriors den. Even though the sun was up, it was just rising, moving away from the horizon to signify the start of a new day. The warrior felt a small prick of pride in his chest, a new apprentice was always a big deal. As the tom padded up to the apprentices den, he knew that he was probably going to get an earful of how 'early in the morning it was'. Peeking into the apprentices den, he let out a short, but loud, yowl. "Whoever my new apprentice is, he better be awake and ready to leave!" Was all he said, sitting at the entrance of the musky den.

[Lionhearted]

Hootpaw had been awake long before the sun had risen, and was anticipating the training that was to come. He was just lying in his nest, waiting for his mentor to summon him.

"Whoever my new apprentice is, he better be awake and ready to leave!"

What? Who was this? How cocky. So this was his mentor. I have to deal with him my entire apprenticeship? Hootpaw thought in exasperation. Come ON. He clambered up, sighing. 'Whoever my new apprentice is.' He doesn't even know my name, the mouse-brain. "I'm here, I'm here," he said, yawning and stretching. "You're Firehawk, right? Do you know who I am? It sounds like you don't."

[Silvergrass]

Firehawk's brow frowned a bit, noting the apprentices snaky attitude. That would have to go. but on the plus side he was, at least, awake and ready to train. "Yes, I'm Firehawk. You're Hotpaw, right? Or Hootpaw, whichever one." He answered, before padding out of the den and sitting on the soft ground. "Anyway, we'll take a tour of the territory's, then we can either go hunting or practice some fighting moves."

[Lionhearted]

Whichever one? How rude is this cat? Hootpaw thought in annoyance. And EITHER go hunting or practice some fighting moves? Does he even have a plan in mind? "My name's Hotpaw," he snapped in annoyance, and for the sheer amusement of it. If Firehawk was really as arrogant and snarky as Hootpaw thought he was, he would catch on and forever call him that. Smirking, he sat on the ground across from his mentor. "Okay, then. Is this our first stop in the territory? Because I already know this place."

OOC: Sorry he's such a butt ^^'

[Silvergrass]

(I officially love Hootpaw and his attitude. Don't you dare apologise for anything XD)
The tom allowed an irritated flick of his ear to cross the border, this cat was clearly testing him. What kind of a nmae was Hotpaw anyway? It definitely wasn't one any dignified clan cat could give their kit. So he wants me to call him Hotpaw, hmm? Then that's what I'll call him. The tabby decided, wondering how long he could keep the charade up. "Well then, Hotpaw, I want you to take a good, long look around this part of the territory, since your attitude is going to get your killed before you can come back. Follow me." He muttered, exiting the camp with a brisk pace. Maybe he could leave him behind.

[Lionhearted]

"Hey! Wait up!" snapped Hootpaw. Hotpaw. Maybe it'll stick. but it's kind of an ugly name. Whatever. So is his personality. "What are we doing today, after this?" he asked. He panted slightly, struggling to keep up with his brisk-paced mentor. He had to trot to walk next to Firehawk, and if the territory was as big as some apprentices had described it (he had been sure they were exaggerating, but now he was doubting that), he wouldn't last the day. but I can't let him see that I'm tired! It was quite obvious, but Hootpaw pushed himself and gritted his teeth. "Are...we...going to... learn hunting? Today?" he breathed out.

[Silvergrass]

The ginger tabby felt a deep, broad grin etch onto his face. It was clear to him that his apprentice was having a 'little' bit of trouble keeping up. but this was the pace that he was walking, and he expected Hootpaw to follow it. Still, the tom slowed his pace down by a minuscule amount. "If we have enough time, I'll teach you a few things. but I don't want to overtire my poor apprentice on his first day. Firehawk meowed, a tint of satisfaction in his voice. As the two walked on, Firehawk saw that they were reaching an important destination. The Heat Pool.