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Chimerastar wasn't much of a mentor, too impatient, too harsh, too awkward, and if it was his choice he'd never mentor again. Technically, taking Turtlepaw as his own apprentice had been his choice, but he really didn't see it that way. Who better to mentor the one-eyed apprentice than him? He knew better than anyone else in the clan how much being half blind sucked, but he had learned to live with it, and eventually his apprentice would too.
Chim emerged from his den with a yawn after a restless night had kept him from sleep. That happened frequently now, and after the Regime had cared for him so well, the dark circles of exhaustion under his gaze were terribly prominent. At least it gave him a chance to plan out their day, though. "Turtlepaw," he called as he neared the apprentice's den, "time to get going."
Turtlepaw was still reeling from all that had happened in a short amount of time. It felt like yesterday Frondpaw had been killed and Turtlepaw had been left with one eye and nasty scars from his near death encounter with a league cat. Now Riverstar was gone, and Chimerastar was leader and his mentor. It was a lot for the young apprentice to process. He'd woken up a little earlier, kind of just sitting and waiting trying to figure out the best way to please Chimerastar. He'd heard that Undertow and another cat had actually buried Frondpaw to avoid his friend's body being defiled in accordance with Riverstar's orders, but it still left a bitter taste in his mouth. How keen Riverstar was to throw him away. If he displeased Chimerastar would he do the same?
At Chimerastar's call, Turtlepaw scrambled to his paws and hurried out. His paw caught something on his blind side and he tripped falling in a heap at Chimerastar's paws. "Ah!" He quickly picked himself up trying to recover from his clumsy entrance. "I'm here! I'm ready." He straightened up till he was as stiff and as tall as he could be at his young age.
This is going to be a long day, he thought as he watched the apprentice tumble over his own paws.
"When you step, put your toes down first, before the rest of your paw. You'll feel if there's something there and you can move your paw," he instructed. "It'll feel a little different, but not much; you'll get the hang of it."
He flicked his tail and led the apprentice toward the camp exit toward the waterfall. The climb down the click spray-flecked rocks would be difficult, but as long as the apprentice was sensible he should be able to take it slow and find his way down without incident. It was his eye that was injured, not his paws.
Turtlepaw blinked, then tried what his mentor had suggested. It did feel weird and it made him follow a bit more slowly as he adjusted his walking to the way he suggested. He quickened his pace a bit to keep up with his mentor, fumbling his steps a little and making him stumble, but he kept his paws, determined not to have another mess up like earlier.
Soon he caught up to his mentor at the camp exit. "So... what are we going to do today?" He asked.
"Nothing exciting," he replied. "Fishing won't be that different for you -- everything will look a little strange, but you'll figure out how to adjust just fine. But chasing prey?" He shook his head. "You'll trip over every weed and run into every willow in the territory, if you can even stalk your food to begin with. That's what we'll work on. I hope you've got a hard head, you'll be running into a lot of trees."
"Uhh... I haven't run into anything before." He admitted looking uncertain and a little worried. That sounded like it'd hurt. "At least with knowing beforehand."
"I'm sure that will change," he responded. "If it doesn't you'll be a quicker learner than I was." He glanced down at Turtlepaw and twitched his ear. "Not that it would be much of an accomplishment."
Turtlepaw's ears lowered his one eye widening, "But.." Crashing into stuff sounded like it hurt a lot. Hadn't he been hurt enough yet. He swallowed down his fear and tried to recover. "Okay. I'll try to be a quick learner." He said nervously.
“Then let’s go.” He turned and led the way toward the camp exit, his pace a little quick and unforgiving if the apprentice tried to follow slower and keep his steps sure. He paused at the mouth of the cave. “Watch your step going down. If you fall down the rocks training will be over before it’s begun,” he called, then turned and ducked out. He leaped down the slick rocks quickly and without hesitation.
