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He had seriously considered ignoring his new apprentice entirely, but with some reluctance he decided it wasn't worth it. Now that the clan was back to normal he was content sliding back into his usual self, so their training sessions would be sparse and sheltered, but with time they might come to a understanding. However unlikely that was - this was Chimerahunt, after all, not your typical warrior.
"Come now or never," the lean ginger warrior meowed shortly as he passed by his apprentice and headed out of camp. He wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing warrior, either: the scrawny frame of the starved and sick clan cats was normal for the ragged tom, and the side of his face where his eye had been torn out was the pretty side, because it lacked the harsh cut of his green gaze and the bitter twist of his scowl.
Umbrapaw's previous smile and feeling of excitement melted immediately with her new mentor's words. She didn't have anything to compare him to though; her and her mentor, before the Ripple Cough, never had a chance to leave the camp together. Despite the feeling of dread infecting her chest, she trotted forward, following Chimerahunt. "Now is fine with me." she said, giving this, 'Chimerahunt', a glaring side look. Who does he think he is, anyway? She didn't know anything about the warrior. He entire life up until this moment was filled with fear and hunger. Even when she was a kit, she was the runt of her litter (all of whom had died) and had to constantly fight for milk from her mother. She had no one to speak to, hence her silence most of the time. She wasn't good at making friends, but she had an enormous heart. How did one with nothing still have optimism for the tom to teach her well, no one will ever know.
"So where do you plan on taking me first?" she asked. "I was hoping to start with some combat training, or some hunting techniques.. unless you had already planned something?" she doubted the scrawny tom did, but she had hope she would be proved wrong.
He strode out of camp and down past the waterfall, the tip of his ginger tail flicking irritably. He didn't look at her even as she asked him questions, or bother to answer them. It was almost like he was being intentionally rude to set an example of how their future training sessions, if there were any, would go.
The fact was, he was annoyed Violetstar had given him an apprentice, because it meant he had let his guard slip too much. He had stepped up during the sickness and helped out, and now she was under the impression he had abandoned his old ways, when he wanted nothing more than to slip back into them now that his family was around once more. His family had always underestimated him, trying to love him without knowing why - wondering what it was that had made his ex-mate come to his side in the first place, made their butler gravitate toward him, and now left him with an apprentice. He had no intention to let them figure it out, but it was going to be far more difficult if his apprentice turned out even somewhat decent.
With a reluctant sigh, after a few beats had passed, he did answer his apprentice. "Fine. Let's fight."
Umbrapaw paused. "Well, you have to teach me first. I don't know any techniques.." she said, looking down at her paws. "I have never even been outside of the camp before, other than running from a disease that destroyed our clan." she said with an annoyed tone.
His ear twitched in annoyance. "I didn't say 'attack me,'" he answered tersely. "We're not starting here, you'll probably run into a tree and knock your senses out." Leaping forward over a tree root that arched above the earth, he swatted his tail over her ears as he continued to lead her onward. "We'll start with WaterClan-specific maneuvers; they're more interesting, and they're good for stopping the pacing of a fight. You ever get into combat before you're ready, you use the water to help you escape."
Chimerahunt led her down to the river, then a few paces along the bank to it flowed slower and more narrow. It would be a little more difficult for training, but he wanted to make sure she could swim without drowning before they did anything more difficult. "Hop in and don't die," he told her as he led the way into the water. "Let your instincts guide you, and we'll fix your form from there."
Umbrapaw had never swam before. Although in this part of the forest the stream flowed slowly, the moving water still raised her fur. ""A-alright.." he paused and threw herself into the water. The icy water clutched her like a dog's maws, almost as piercing. She sputtered and came back to the surface, her hind paws just barely touching the sandy floor. The slow current pushed her past Chimerahunt. She quickly reminded herself what he had said - let your instincts guide you. A few kicks from both ends of her body pushed her forward even more. "Hey, I-I think I got it!" she exclaimed with laughter.
"By the way, it's cold," he added mildly after she rose sputtered back to the surface - did his whiskers twitch in amusement at the sight? He kept an eye on her, ready to leap to her rescue if she proved inept, but she appeared to get the hang of it rather quickly. Good; the warrior was tolerating being a mentor, but he was not about to upgrade to hero. "Lift your muzzle a little higher, so the waves won't block your vision when the wind blows," he instructed. "Not too high, though, you still need to see."
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