So You're That Cat Daddy Keeps Talking About (Tagged)

[Lionhearted]

Tagged: Icestorm [Foxclaw] 

Thrushpaw couldn't wait for training to start. He stood alone in the middle of the clearing, kneading his paws in anticipation. Finally, finally he was an apprentice! His heart pounding out of his chest, he waited for his mentor to wake up. 

His new denmates had complained about the amount of work that had to be done, and the little sleep they'd gotten. To Thrushpaw, this was all haredung. Sleeping in was for kits! And that's what they weren't. Grow up! 

And his mentor was Foxclaw! One of the best warriors in the Clan, his father had said. One of the best warriors! Thrushpaw did not understand the relationship between his father and the ginger warrior, but another warrior had explained that it was somewhat complicated. Had his dad liked Foxclaw? Or had Foxclaw liked his dad? He couldn't imagine Thrushstar without Cinderstep, his mother, but perhaps there was something between the two toms once. 

He couldn't wait any longer. Thrushpaw didn't want to wake his mentor and make a bad impression on the first day, but he found no problem in disturbing his dad. Pushing into the leader's den, he prodded Thrushstar with a paw. 

"Dad?" he called, speaking in the large ginger-and-white tom's ear. "Dad? When's Foxclaw gonna wake up?" 

"What?" Thrushstar muttered, blinking his eyes blearily. "Do you want something, Thrushpaw?" 

"When's Foxclaw gonna wake up?" 

"I don't know, son. Get some sleep while you can. He's gonna give you a long day if you don't." 

"Can you wake him up for me?" 

"No. Go back to sleep." 

"Please?" 

"No." 

"Aw!" Thrushpaw tromped out of the den, back into the clearing. "Hmph!" he muttered. "When's Foxclaw going to wake up? I'm getting impatient here!" he whined, stomping his paws. 

[Icestorm]

Foxclaw chased after the small she-cat as she let out a light giggle. He was of course faster than her, but what would he get out of beating her in a chase. It was far more interesting chasing after her. He couldn't help but notice the way her tail twitched to keep her balance. She was built to run. A grin spread across his face remembering she was his. All his. No one could have a better mate in any of the clans. She was perfect for him. ~Foxclaw help me~ The tom stopped as the field fell away. His blood grew cold as he turned to face his mate. ~Foxclaw I'm dying~ "NO! NO, I'm not losing you! You are everything I ever wanted in this stupid life!" Try as he might the tom couldn't get any closer to her body as she collapsed. A scream ripped from his throat.

With a jolt the warrior's head shot up from his nightmare. "Again with the nightmare," He stretched himself out with a long yawn, his eyes scanning lazily around the Warrior's den. It was clearly time to start working, but the red tabby really wasn't in the mood to train his apprentice. After all the runt was his father's son.

Foxclaw moved with his usually leisure as he made his way out of the den. His eyes immediately caught sight of Thrushpaw, but his aim was the fresh kill pile. He was going to eat first. If the apprentice was any good he would either eat or stay away. but Foxclaw knew he was in no mood to start the conversation yet. His nightmare was still in his mind, clouding his usually imagine of his mate. The what if's running through his head. The things he would never have again. Things he had once wanted. Just seeing Thrushstar with his kin made his blood boil. A cat like that getting everything he wanted, of all the fox-dung things Starclan could do to him.

[Lionhearted]

Ah, there was his mentor! Thrushpaw's heart pounded in excitement as he saw Foxclaw finally slide out of the warriors' den. He was sure that the russet warrior had seen him, but right as he made to stand up the tom veered the other direction, and headed towards the fresh-kill pile. Hm, okay. So they were going to eat first. That was fine with him; that was his daily routine as a kit. Jumping up, he began to make his way towards Foxclaw.

Suddenly, he hesitated. If Foxclaw had deliberately avoided him, did that mean he didn't want to be disturbed. Thrushpaw flattened his ears, debating. Should I say hi? Well, I don't think a mentor's supposed to be angry about seeing his own apprentice. More cautiously, he padded quietly towards Foxclaw, placing each pawstep gingerly on the ground, as if it were a mine field. Foxclaw certainly radiated a different sort of aura than his father did; it felt more grim and intimidating. Well, Thrushstar's my father. "Hello?" he said, stepping up next to Foxclaw and sinking his jaws into a juvenile rabbit. Dragging it off the pile, he threw it in front of his mentor. "Want to share? I'd like to, er, get to know my uh..." the word was lost in his head as he turned to address the russet-red tom. "Uh... mentor! Yes, mentor, on my first day of training." For the love of StarClan, he swore silently in his head. Wait... why am I swearing? Hm. Well, I messed up. Nervously, he shuffled his paws.

Tagged: Icestorm

OOC: Aghh delays ): Sorry!

[Icestorm]

Foxclaw looked down to the new apprentice with lazy eyes. The red tom was really in no mood to train. His nightmare was still far too fresh in his thoughts. He hated it, it made him feel weak. He couldn't protect her or their kits then, and he is powerless to do anything about now as it haunts him. He took in his new apprentice appearance, Thrushpaw was small, which meant he would have to teach him how to make up for that. Great. Just great. How come Thrushstar had to give me such a mouse to train. Mouse-brained leader. Star-clan I hate him.

The warrior let out a large yawn as the apprentice grabbed a rabbit. He really hated sharing, but if Thrushpaw already had it, might as well save himself the work. "I get the liver, and back legs," The tom said bluntly. If he was going to share he was going to get his favorite parts. At least he was sharing.

"So small," his voice rang in its usual melodic way, "What to do with you? Show you around I suppose."

[Lionhearted]

Thrushpaw puffed up his chest in defiance. "I am not small!" he squeaked. "I am an apprentice!" Huh. No wonder Thrushstar had told him his relationship with this cat was complicated. He seemed hard to impress! "Can we train after we tour?" he asked bluntly, kneading his paws in excitement. Tearing into the prey, he began to chew quickly to finish eating. What if he doesn't like me because he doesn't like dad? he thought with a creeping horror. No! Foxclaw can't be that unreasonable. He's a mentor, right? After a short pause, Thrushpaw burst out: "do you like me at all?"

[Icestorm]

Foxclaw didn't even glance to the apprentice. He may not like the small kit, but he was already better than his last apprentice. The kit had the same annoyances as his father though. Great. but maybe he could get something from the younger cat. He seemed to be easy enough to manipulate, not as easy as Wishbreeze but maybe a challenge would be fun. Oh what would Thrushstar think if he did that? Either way it would be interesting. "Ohhh, really? You're not small?" The red tom's voice rang, "I say otherwise."

"At the moment, you haven't given me a reason to like you. So no." He said melodically, but still with a tone of indifference. It was the truth and he had no plans to state otherwise.

"Let's go mouse. You're going to get a look outside the camp." Foxclaw wasn't going to answer the young tom's question about training. The more he was excited the better the tour would go, and if he changed his mind there were no promises made to break.

[Lionhearted]

Tagged: Icestorm [Foxclaw]

Thrushpaw's ears drooped as Foxclaw began to head out. So he didn't like him. Okay, then... he would have to make the russet-ginger tom like him. Following Foxclaw at a wary distance, he focused on the scenery of the WhisperClan meadow. It was plain, but not what he'd imagine as boring. There were different smells coming from all directions, and excitement coursed through him as he realized that this was his first time outside of camp. Never mind his crabby mentor; he was finally taking a step into the world. I'm not going to let him pull me down, he thought, as he flicked his tail. Blinking, he took in the territory once more as he said, "now what?"

[Icestorm]

Foxclaw felt his ears twitch as he lead the small apprentice through the territory. The red tabby turned his head barely to glance to the Thrushpaw. "Now? Now we head over to Hawk Perch." He turned his head back to the front. He wanted to see how much gull the apprentice had. Usually he would just point his tail in the general direction of the perch, but with this little mouse he wanted to push him. See what he was made of. Was he braver than Thrushstar? Wouldn't take much to be braver though, the leader was weak hearted. "There you going do everything I do. If you don't I'll have to ask Thrushstar for a better apprentice." See if that motivates the young tom.

Foxclaw sat just on the skirts of Hawk Perch, his tail flicking side to side as his eyes glanced around. He spotted two hawks in the tree, one flying around. He was sure there was another one near-by, but he couldn't see them just yet. He licked his lips just imagining the fun. "Ready mouse?"

Lionhearted