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Crowcacophony sat just outside the outer ring of camp. She had instructed her new apprentice to meet her here as soon as she woke up, no breakfast for her this morning. Yet she hadn't told Guavapaw what time to wake up at, so the calico had woken up at dawn and took up her post. Crowcacophony was curious what her apprentice was made of. So she waited, the wind ruffled her fur giving her an air of majesty. Her mind was mulling over how much to push Gauvapaw. Crowcacophony knew of the she-cat's history and was not sure what to expect, what would the mystery lineage offer.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 8, 2018 12:15:18 GMT -5
The white she-cat flicked her black ears and jerked awake in her nest. She gave a little yawn that made the black blush spots on her checks scrunch into small lines. She stretched to her paws and was about to turn around and snuggle into her adopted mothers warm belly when she realized she wasnt in the nursery anymore. "Oh!" She exclaimed and quickly pressed the back of a fore-paw to her muzzle. Another novice nearby mumbled something but otherwise didnt wake. She remembered she needed to meet Crowcacophony near the entrance to camp.
The still small she-cat squeezed out of the den and scratched her claws on the ice before gaining enough traction to propel her in the proper direction.
"Im here!" She declared sliding past her mentor. It seemed the snow had turned to ice over night.
Crowcacophony stifled a laugh at her apprentice’s antics. “Good, let’s head out then.” She was glad it was still pretty early, there would be more time then to show the borders. They might even be able to get a quick hunt in. It was sort of nice that both FallClan and SpringClan had disappeared for the most part, they wouldn’t have to worry about coming across any hostiles. “What do you know about WinterClan, hunting, or fighting?” Her green eyes looked over the bi-colored cat.
