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The leaf-fall air was cold, but Tundrakit's soul was colder as he slashed through the hordes of enemy warriors, their blood carried in the breeze in dazzling arcs of scarlet drips. "SpringClan will be victorious!" he screeched, batting aside his enemies like they were nothing. Well, they weren't real enemies - they were little balls of moss, and presumably a lot easier to rip apart than a real, flesh-and-blood warrior. But unlike reality, Tundrakit's imagination had no limits, right?
"Take that, Primal Instinct scum!" he yowled, beginning to creeate quite the disturbance within the camp as his game got increasingly louder.
"Woah there," Redfur approached the kit and lightly trapped his small tail under his large paw. "Looks like you've run into the Leader of Primal Instinct, Indestructible Cat!" The tom roared on his back legs and landed in a crouched position, ready for the kit's next attack. "So what are you going to do now, little kitten?" he said with a smirk.
Tundrakit stared up at Redfur, eyes wide. "W-wait, wait! Mister Primal Instinct Leader, sir - I can explain!!!" he stammered, totally missing the fact that Redfur was merely playing along, and was not in fact the leader of Primal Instinct. "I was just playing! I'm not really a w-warrior, I'm just a kit! I...I don'tevenunderstandhowyougotinhere," he murmured, trailing off as his eyes focused upon the ground.
Redfur's hearty laugh echoed throughout the camp. He ran his tail along the kit's back as he began to purr. "It's only a joke little one. What's your name, anyway?" he asked and he rose and sat back on his haunches.
Tundrakit’s eyes widened for a few seconds before he nodded wisely. “...I knew that,” he replied, in the tone of someone who had definitely not known that. “I’m Tundrakit!” he declared, puffing out his chest fur proudly. “SpringClan’s future ace on the battlefield! ...Is what my mom tells me, anyway,” he added, casting his gaze downward and scuffing a paw back and forth on the ground sheepishly.
(I apologize for the late reply - I got a new computer!)
Redfur frowned. "You'll never become what you want to be if you don't believe in yourself, little one." he said, stopping down low to meet eye-to-eye with the kit. "I'm Redfur. You know, I'm old and weak now, but I used to be a great warrior too. It takes a lot of training to become an 'ace on the battlefield'." he meowed laughing.
( don't worry, it happens to the best of us including me now xD )
Tundrakit's face fell. "Oh. I forgot about that part..." he muttered, casting his gaze down toward the ground. "...Oh! If you're old, then you must have done all the training before, right? So teach me~!" he chirped, eyes bright. Apparently, no one had ever told him about the concept of a mentor before.
"Stalking position...?" Tundrakit echoed, a frown briefly appearing on his face before his eyes brightened. "Ooh! I know!" he suddenly chirped, bounding over to the apprentices' den and heading behind it, his head peeking just far out enough that he was still making eye contact with Redfur. "This is where I stalk all the warriors from when they're coming back from patrols! ...Gee, the leaf - I mean, mouse is kinda far away from here, though. This is what you meant, right...?"
Redfur laughed and shook his head. No no no, a stalking position is a position in which you are about to strike your prey. You don't know this?? the elder asked confused.
Tundrakit blushed, giving the elder an embarrassed, toothy grin. "W-well, I know that now, obviously..." he replied, looking to the side awkwardly. "...Everyone has to start somewhere, after all..."
