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Wolfriot pushed his way out of the guards den, his silvery grey tabby pelt rippling in the moonlight. The mix of sandy fur and dark guard hairs across his shoulders fluffed up slightly from his grooming, almost giving the large tom a mane. His honey eyes swept across the camp, catching for a moment on his leaders den before continuing on. A small frown formed on his maw when he saw the depleted freshkill pile. With a small sigh, he dropped his head and began to trot out of camp.
The voice sounded young and awkward with an anxious scoff in the voice that suggested a confidence that hadn't yet fully formed. Jackdawpaw moved along side the tom, he was the medicine cat apprentice. He had one bright amber eye and a damaged copper looking eye. Rumor had it he had sneaked into a half moon gathering after Pinesimmer and tried to pull out his eye to show his devotion. Despite the theatrics he wasn't all that impressive. He hadn't seemed to have done anything big with medicine as of yet, his mentor was a nutcase so most avoided the medicine cat den all together, and most other apprentices didn't seem to like him, which was odd considering he was initially training to be a warrior.
"Would you tell anyone if you gave me some hunting techniques? It's not that I don't want to be a medicine cat I just um... Am so far ahead in my work that I have free time to learn other things," Jackdawpaw reasoned.
Hearing a young voice behind him, the guard slowed to a stop. Part of his duties was training apprentices, even if they weren't one of his own. Turning, he saw Jackdawpaw, the new medicine cat apprentice. The nickname he was given brought a smile to his maw. Big wolf eh? The thought rumbled through his mind, making him smile wider.
"Everyone needs to learn how to hunt!" he said, giving the tom a small nudge with his shoulder. "Even medicine cats. Tracking prey can help you pick up scents easier, and I know that'll be helpful when hunting for herbs."
"Really? Thanks big wolf, I owe you one!" Jackdawpaw said, smiling to himself. Glancing up at Wolfriot he moved his gaze away, but gave him a much smaller and lighter nudge back to the shoulder to show his appreciation.
Moving along Jackdawpaw moved more like a rabbit with large, almost leaping motions to keep up with Wolfriot. He tasted the air, but didn't get anything from the current wind direction so instead he opted to talk. "Hey Wolfriot, if a cat came over from our border right now would you roll them up like a mossball and toss them into the sun or just let them off with a warning?"
The apprentice was quite amusing to watch; Wolfriot was unable to keep a smile off of his face. "Well I would ask them what they were doing here in the first place," he meowed, keeping his pace at a trot while also casting around for prey scents. "And if they were hostile, I would kick their tails all the way to the border."
