Tiny Little Footsteps [Roselocke]

[:-Misa-:]

It hadn't even been a moon since she'd become an apprentice, so every time she walked out into the territory it was as exciting as the last. She was constantly discovering new things, finding new twists and turns. She was like a sponge, soaking in every last little detail around her. That had to be the favorite thing about training and coming out into the forest for her.

She was always learning something new.

Dovepaw was an advocate for knowledge and intellect. From what she had heard from her uncle, like her mother, her father was a highly intelligent warrior. She wanted to be just like him, but most of all to make him proud as he looked down on her from Starclan.
I'm going to be the best warrior ever. I'm going to make Riverpool, Falconeye, Hailcloud, and Beetlestrike proud. I'm gonna be the best apprentice Leafclan has ever seen!

With a huge confident smile on her face, the large white apprentice spun around to face the clan entrance, waiting for her mentor to come out and greet her. She couldn't wait to find out what was in store today.



Roselocke  

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OOC: Here you go!
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The small black and white tom padded through the woods, his head and tail held high. The flame furred she-cat was still in his mind, but he knew it was today that he had to train his apprentice, and in no way leave her to be an abandoned apprentice who is given no training. In no way would he snoop that low. His paws pressed down upon sticks every once and awhile, but his weight was not great enough to cause it to break, before he realized what he was doing. Narrowly avoiding the annoying things that lined the forest floor. Finally, after a relaxing walk, he arrived to the entrance of the camp. Taking a deep breath, the tom stepped through the entrance, and entered the madness of camp, cats running and flying around everywhere. A warm hazel gaze flickered around, scanning every single cat's face, searching for his apprentice, until finally that tom settled upon the smaller she-cat. With a light smile, he padded forth and stood before his apprentice in seconds, until he spoke,"Okay, today, Dovepaw, we are going to review the territory once more to make sure you know the most distinct of landmarks, and then we shall move into the next subject of your training-hunting. Fighting will be reserved after the unit of hunting, and in between training sessions I will assign you chores. All right?" Yes, a list as long of that would be a burden, but he always wanted to plan ahead, and so he did, with a specific set of what to do. After all of that was done, all would be left was patrols, and then the trip to the Skyfield. Yes, that would be his favorite activity.

"Are you prepared Dovepaw? At first all of that might seem like a lot, but it will fly by. Also, are you hungry at all? If so, I would go eat now, because we have a big day planned." His smile was kind as he spoke to the apprentice with only compassion, and energetic excitement. He wanted to train this apprentice right.

[:-Misa-:]

Ooc: Sorry for iffy quality ^^" Roselocke just a reminder about this ^^ No rush~

In the process of her waiting, Dovepaw's eyes had begun to wander around camp. They landed first on a pair of warriors chatting away near the fresh kill pile. One being a beautiful slate grey she-cat, and the next being a large, fiery pelted tom. Riverpool and Falconeye. Her mom and her uncle. The two siblings shared a large... juicy... squirrel; it's scent drifting over towards the camp entrance, leaving the apprentice's mouth watering, using every bit of self control to keep her jaws clamped shut. 

Her attention was averted by rustling within the camp entrance. Ears perked, the large white apprentice's eyes stared straight towards the source of the sound, waiting, analyzing. A small black and white tom, a warrior not too much bigger then she, emerged, looking around for a few moments before their eyes met. Matching his, she offered a light hearted small smile, as he approached her with their plans for training. 

Territory exploration. 'Perfect. The quicker I can learn my way around, the better.'
Hunting. 'I guess that sounds alright, anything but-'

And right there her thought was cut short, for she heard the single word she dreaded. Fighting. To most other apprentices chores like cleaning out the nursery and elders den had to be the worst, but nope. Not even by a short stretch would she prefer doing such things. Try the length of all clan territories combined. While a ton of kits spent their later moons day dreaming about fighting, and begging apprentices and warriors to teach them, she could barely stomach the thought. 

Fighting was the reason her father was gone.
Fighting was the reason her family wouldn't be complete for a long long time.
Fighting was the reason her father couldn't watch her proudly at her apprentice ceremony.
Fighting was the reason she was scared to death about becoming a warrior. 

A word as small as that sent a rock crashing in her stomach, all earlier desire to eat just gone. She felt sick, a bit of bile rising in her throat but she choked it down. 'This isn't healthy, you need to get over this. Everything will be alright.' Inwardly sighing, Dovepaw closed her eyes for a brief second, appearing only to blink, but used this time to compose herself. "I'm good, I ate earlier." Plastering on a sickeningly sweet, convincing, innocent smile, she managed to choke out an excited mew, "Sounds great to me! I can't wait to get started."