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The wind rustled his pelt as he stretched atop the large abnormal stone the clan used for its meeting. Just so happened it also marked the entrance to his den below. Leatherstar leapt form the stone and landed lightly on his paws at its base. He rasped his tongue across his shoulder to right the fur the wind had tugged. Today was the day Ancientpaw learned some lessons. Leatherstar would not train his son as his father had trained him. Walking on thorns, holding his head under water, sleeping in the snow, alone. While he had no intentions of letting his son leave his novice career weak, he would not stand for abuse.
"Ancientpaw!" he called out, his voice carried by the vary wind that had just moments earlier teased his pelt.
Ancientpaw had certainly been pleased with his naming ceremony. He felt he deserved no less than to be trained by his father, especially since he was the only of his litter to have taken up a 'paw name. It was a little weird to not have Maplekit nearby - even a cat like himself could miss his sister - but he had brushed off the strangeness quickly after he woke up. He distracted his mind instead by grooming his fur, making sure he looked in his best condition for his first day of training. He doubted Leatherstar would want his son looking like a mess his first day as a novice.
He was interrupted in his meticulous work by the sound of his name echoing through the camp. He paused long enough to confirm that is was, in fact, his name being called and his father's voice calling it before he got to his paws and slid from the novices' den. There was confidence in his stride as he padded towards his father and came to a halt before the older tom. His head tilted up a fraction to meet Leatherstar's gaze as he only meowed a brief, "Present."
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 12, 2019 1:05:05 GMT -5
"Indeed." His father bellowed out a laugh "And looking quiet put together I might add!" Leatherstar grinned. A purr of appreciation and pride vibrating through his chest. His son reminded him so much of Echodrop. A slight prick of pain made his heart sink. She had been missing from them long enough to be assumed dead now. He gave a smaller smile to Ancientpaw. "Lets go." he meowed turning towards the outer rings of camp.
Wanting to clear his mind of his lost mates memory he thought ahead over the day. "Now, Ancientpaw, I want you to understand that some cats may... give you grief about my training you. But don't let any cat think less of you. That you are weak. Or that I go easy on you. Because the opposite is likely to happen. You will train like no other novice. Because I see a future you capable of more than the rest." He smiled but kept his green gaze ahead on the entrance to camp and the forest beyond.
He couldn't help the small grin that cracked through his otherwise serious expression, a grin that echoed his father's, at the compliment he received. Seemed his assumption had been correct. A faint purr began to rise in his own throat, but he swallowed it quickly. He wanted to prove to his father that he really was serious about training, especially compared to over-eager cats like Vanilla Bean who had almost kept the whole den up with her incessant mewing. He gave a sharp nod as his father moved to head out, quick to pad after him.
Ice blue eyes that had initially focused on the entrance between the camp's rings turned onto Leatherstar as he continued to speak. Ancientpaw hadn't even considered that cats might not like a father training his son. His claws unsheathed almost automatically at the thought of cats thinking him weak just because of who trained him, the young tom certain that after only a pawful of sessions he'd be able to prove those cats wrong. There was no cat better to learn from that his father, and personally Ancientpaw would feel insulted if he tried to go soft on him at all. His chest puffed out some at Leatherstar's last statement, confidence flashing in his eyes before he turned his attention back in the same direction of his father's gaze. "What are we going to do first?" he asked, already eager for their first lesson.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 12, 2019 1:51:17 GMT -5
"Lets get your energy out a bit with a nice morning trot." meowed the Chieftain. "I'll race you to the swallowing river!" Once the larger tom had stepped across the threshold of WinterClan's camp he took to a run, kicking up snow behind him. He wasnt going to be unfair. His legs being twice the length of Ancientpaw's. Though he saw the larger form of his son in the intellect in his gaze and the determination in his steps.
Ancientpaw certainly was surprised at his father's unexpected challenge. He hadn't been one to play too much as a kit, but in the moment he felt the urge to take Leatherstar up on his challenge. After a moment's hesitation the younger tom took off, running after his father. Of course, Ancientpaw didn't quite know where the swallowing river was, but he could at least try to keep pace with the Chieftan. The rush of wind through his thick pelt brought something between a smirk and a smile to the novice's face as he rushed to keep up with his father.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 12, 2019 2:22:48 GMT -5
After a few bounds around some large trees and a few snow boughs, Leatherstar spoke into the passing wind. "Open your ears Ancientpaw!" he hollered. "Send your senses past the roar of the wind in your ears. Listen for something that would tell you where you need to go." he said slowing his pace but still keeping a quick trot.
Ancientpaw could only just hear his father over the rush of wind and blood in his ears as he ran. His pawsteps faltered a moment as he tried to make out Leatherstar's words, but he was quick to resume his pace. His ears that had previously been pressed almost flat against his head perked up as he strained to pick out any sounds that might lead him towards the river. One gave a twitch as a faint noise reached them. Was that just more wind in his ears, or was that rushing water he heard? Ancientpaw sped up suddenly, angling his route to follow the sound he had caught.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 12, 2019 13:50:23 GMT -5
Leatherstar tried to hide the grin of pride that threatened his maw as he angled to follow Ancientpaw. He made it a point to allow the smaller tom to lead. Upon breaking through the treeline to the roar of the swallowing river he halted his tail lashing with the thrill of running. "Well done! We often forget that we are never truly lost or without direction. The hardest part of living where we do is that the territory is constantly changing. A snow mound here could very well be a stump tomorrow." He glanced up the river at the trunk winterclan cats used to cross for generations. Would he risk it on their first day of training?
He had skid to a stop when he burst from the treeline, eyes wide as he looked at the river. Sure, he had heard about this place before, but he never imagined it would look like this. He could feel how deadly this river was just by looking at it, his fur fluffing up instinctively. He tried to force it flat again when Leatherstar started to speak, though. He didn't want to look like some scared kit on his first training session. He nodded his head along with his father's words. He could easily imagine snow wiping out the route he took to the river by tomorrow, but he hadn't needed to pay attention to what path he took. He just had to listen. He followed his father's gaze towards the trunk, asking, "So, where are we going to go next?"
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 16, 2019 15:08:55 GMT -5
Leatherstar thought better of it. "Lets go to the arena and practice your fighting skills. Then on our way back we can do some hunting." The chieftain angled himself to follow the river down the mountain at a light trot. "How are you and your sisters fairing?" he asked speaking indirectly about Echodrop's passing.
He gave a quick nod, waiting long enough for Leatherstar to take the lead - as well as in case he decided it was time for another race - before he trotted after his father. He glanced briefly up towards Leatherstar at his question, though his attention had returned to the path ahead by the time he replied back, "Well enough. Hopefully it's not much longer before Maplekit is a novice as well." It was a least a little intentionally that he avoided mentioning his mother in his answer. Sure, he missed Echodrop, but loss was a part of life in WinterClan. He didn't want to seem like a kit, lost without his mother. He was a 'paw now.
