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Foxstar was simultaneously one of the worst and one of the best cats to take on apprentices. He was an unfortunate pick because of his stamina, the way that he often had to take things slower than others might like (although patience was a virtue, something it would do some of his clanmates good to remember). He was an excellent pick because he had experience in nearly everything. First trained as a standard warrior, then as a garden keeper, promoted to Coast Guard captain; he had a little bit of hands on experience with everything. Of course, now that the clan ranks had shifted slightly and training had changed in SummerClan, it was the goal that every cat would have similar experience so that they could figure out where they would best be. Still, he couldn't help but think himself particularly qualified, physical strength aside.
He probably needed to be particularly qualified, being that he had taken on the responsibility of Nectarinepaw. The tom seemed ... well, he didn't seem happy about it in any way. Still, being separated from his sister would be good for him, he swore it. And if he was wrong, well, it wouldn't be the end of the world. And Antelopepaw? She was mischevious, or at least, she had been acting that way when he had caught her sneaking off with Zebrapaw while she was just a kit. He'd have his paws full between the two, he thought, which was half of the reason he'd only taken two this round. He could only imagine what training the two together would end up looking like, but there was a part of him that was excited to watch them grow.
"Antelopepaw, Nectarinepaw!" he meowed as the two entered the training space, his tail tip twitching. "Welcome to your first day of training."
Nectarinepaw had been planning to heed the words Foxstar spoke at the ceremony — you could sit in the apprentice den every day and refuse to come to practice until the teams are changed — and not attend training at all. He'd made a plan; he'd stay out of camp most days, stick to the edges of the territory or find a secure little place to skulk until, somehow, Foxstar took pity on him and Clementinepaw and changed the teams, even if the outcome didn't seem likely to happen. It was silly, it was petty, it was almost ridiculous in both of those senses yet he felt a thrum of indignation, a need to be so over-the-top dramatic about his displeasure on the off chance that these wild cats would change what they had been doing for moons just for him, just once. In the time he took to pout in his nest after the ceremony, quiet and seething, it hit him just how much of an intruder he was, how impossibly different he felt. He would have been upset, if he cared enough (and a part, a very small, minuscule part, did care, in a strange sort of way), but all he felt was a self-righteously driven pit in his stomach, some sort of vindication at his circumstance, a thought that maybe things weren't bad in the city and that they should just pack up and go home, because at least then they'd be together.
He didn't acknowledge the fact that he could still see his sister any time that wasn't training.
But, part of him was curious. Just intrigued, because he'd had his own fair share of training — training, as if one could even call it that, as it was more watching the messy street fights in the city and mimicking things he thought were cool, studying them and figuring things out on his own. It was messy, sloppy, nothing at all like what, he assumed, was offered here, from cats who were surrounded by silly border clans that spewed scuffles and wars and whatnot. The intellect behind fighting was what he enjoyed, the way it was done, how someone moved, how he could make it fit himself, it was the only thing that led him to designated space set aside for their training.
Welcome to your first day of training. He met the words with a frigid scowl and didn't respond, hanging near the edge of the space, tail twitching in impatience. He wouldn't let Foxstar see that he was actually interested to see what his training had to offer, that was a closely guarded secret. As far as Foxstar was aware, he wasn't here of his own will.
"You really don't need to be so grumpy. The more resistant you are to the process, the harder it will be to better yourself. Do you want your skills to improve or deteriorate?" Foxstar's voice carried no meanness in it, only a soft disapproval, like an older brother chiding a younger sibling for misbehaving. It was part of the reason that he had selected Nectarinepaw to be on his own team; his well of patience ran deep, perhaps too deep for his own good. If Nectarinepaw was going to be dog-headedly stubborn in his unwillingness to give Foxstar a chance, Foxstar was going to be just as dog-heartedly stubborn in his attempts to get the other cat to at least try to play along. He offered the younger tom a smile, before turning his gaze.
"As you both know," he meowed, starting to march like an old general, "SummerClan has two main pathways in life, the Coast Guard and the Garden Keepers. In each of these pathways, there are two subpaths: the Treasure Hunters, Adventurers, Trappers and Denwatchers." This was all probably painfully rudimentary for any apprentice who had lived in SummerClan more than two minutes. "The Treasure Hunters scour the shore and bring us great gifts and objects that they can find to make our lives easier here. The Adventurers travel both land and seas to expand our horizons and bring us supplies and allies home from their travels. The trappers are the smartest of us, creating intricate traps to ensure our internal safety and protection through the territory. The denwatchers are our heart, the ones that take care of all of our in-camp needs. Over the next few moons, we will be training in each path. I will also provide training on more basic skills such as combat and hunting. After your time with me, you should have a fundamental understanding of the ins and outs of how this clan works, and in doing so, you will learn precisely where you are supposed to fit."
He paused his marching to look at the two young cats. "Many instructors choose to start with these more rudimentary skills first, as they can provide a general background knowledge. However, I am more than willing to start somewhere else for our first day. What skills would you like to work on?" Giving the younger cats a chance to decide would hopefully make things more engaging, and hopefully, just hopefully, encourage Nectarinepaw's acceptance that Foxstar wasn't really all that bad.
