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Post by complacentdevil on Jul 25, 2021 0:47:42 GMT -5
Ghostwood had barely made a name for himself, he was normally found in the shadows, or hanging around the quiet burial grounds, somewhere out of camp, where he wouldn't be crowded, and where he couldn't get in the way. Now he had been assigned an apprentice. It was... interesting to say the least, and though he wasn't surprised, and he knew that most warriors would get an apprentice at some point in their life, he was surprised that his quiet self had drawn attention enough to warrant this. He stalked about camp, looking around for his apprentice... Nettlepaw was it?
Post by Flurryofstars on Jul 31, 2021 15:19:25 GMT -5
Nettlepaw was just dragging himself out of the apprentice den, not so much ready to start his day, but he couldn’t ignore the rumbling of his stomach anymore. His dark, greasy pelt was hard to miss as he started off towards the fresh-kill pile. He stopped though when he spotted Ghostwood stepping around, looking for something. Normally, Nettlepaw wouldn’t have even noticed the quiet tom, but now he recognized him as his mentor. His new mentor. A replacement. It made him sulk even more, but he kept to his original target despite the warrior’s presence, and picked out a squirrel for his breakfast.
Post by complacentdevil on Oct 2, 2021 19:34:10 GMT -5
Ghostwood watched quietly as his eyes landed on his apprentice. The younger cat slunk his way towards the freshkill pile. The grey toms brows furrowed but he let any emotion roll off his shoulders. He wasnt here to make the trainee miserable, he was here to teach. And no one was a good student on an empty stomach. He found himself walking towards the freshkill pile as well. If Nettlepaw was going to eat, he supposed he should too. It was only fair afterall, and maybe they would catch enough today to make up for it.
