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it had been a surprise for her, to become a mentor. This would be her first apprentice, and she had to say, it was rather exciting. Her tail swished excitedly as she rose from her nest. Today was the day! Their first training session. A purr of happiness slipped from her lips, feeling as if she were an excited kit. It was a wonderful way to spice up her days.
Viscariapaw slipped out of the apprentice den, he huffed, disappointed that Amberlake was now apparently too busy to train with him. What was the point of having a partner, if when they were promoted because they happened to be a little older... they just left their partner behind? Well he wouldn't be behind for much longer! He'd catch up to her soon!
The feline slipped into the camp and set her gaze about. She hoped her apprentice was eating, or had wanted to first. She made her way to the fresh kill pile, tail twitching as she thought of the coming day.
Viscariapaw grabbed a mouse and began eating. Since they'd taken control of MoonClan, it seemed the fresh kill pile had at least a few bits of prey every night. It was the most plentiful leafbare NightClan had experienced from what he'd heard the other warriors say.
He didn't much care for it either way, as long as he got to eat even if it wasn't the most moral of things to be done. Viscariapaw and his siblings had been dumped on the border by whoever their mother had been, morality was a bit grey when it came to Viscariapaw and compassion was a bit iffy. As long as he and his own were fine, who cared?
He dug into his prey waiting for his mentor to come fetch him for training.
