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There were three things mentioned yesterday at the apprentice ceremonies. One, Glowstar told the apprentices that at dawn they would meet their spirit guides, a cat from StarClan who would train them. It was tomorrow and it was dark out. Two, spirit guides could only exist within the borders of DayClan, and three, the day after Goldenpaw would receive her warrior name would be the day she stopped seeing spirit guides. Now, it was night and if she asleep before, she wasn't now. At first the voice sounded like just another apprentice, but when Goldenpaw turned to look it... Was just another apprentice. Except this wasn't an apprentice Goldenpaw would be able to recognize, it looked like no one in DayClan that she had ever seen before or heard of.
The she-cat in front of Goldenpaw looked like a tiger in every way from the majestic long fur coat to the way the black stripes produced a perfect eyeliner across her yellow intense gaze.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm an apprentice, how can you train me. Get over it, I'm Tigerpaw and I'm your spirit guide and for your information I'm older than both your parents combined, not my fault I died like this," Tigerpaw mumbled.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 15, 2019 15:33:46 GMT -5
Goldenpaw woke and turned, definitely not recognizing this apprentice. The harsh introduction stung at her ears, somewhat reminding her of the old days. The sweet apprentice stood and stretched, not in much of a position to question Tigerpaw. She definitely couldn't say if the age thing was right, not that she would bring it up. Ah, I only know one of them, so I couldn't say either way. It was a spike of sour in her sweet life, she just had to let it roll off her shoulders like usual.
"Goldenpaw. It's an honor." She dipped her head, lifting it to meet Tigerpaw's gaze.
"Yes, yes it is, thank-you," Tigerpaw responded before looking over the apprentices den, "Don't you ever get sick of how peaceful this place is? Like there used to be this place called Toxicity, that place really knew how to get it on," She said with a white fanged grin.
"Well anyways, I'm gonna teach you more than to be a swift hunter and fierce fighter, I'm going to teach you how to be a bit of a rebel. You know, how not to play it safe, but also to play it safe."
While Tigerpaw claimed she wasn't an apprentice, she sure sounded and acted like one. Her entire itinerary sounded like something an apprentice would think up, in fact it was entirely possible that she only achieved the amount of maturity her still maturing brain could achieve.
"So you in on our little practice session, I was thinking of going to that freckled field place," Tigerpaw said, probably referring to speckled field.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 25, 2019 23:32:06 GMT -5
"Uh, no not really. I like the peace, it's better than the League or this Toxicity place." This was gonna go well, these two were like oil and water. Though Goldenpaw kinda liked the way she talked and her energy. It reminded her of simpler times she only had heard of. "Yeah, that sounds fine."
"Great, let's go there," Tigerpaw said leading the way, "Hey do you ever think of what name you might get, y'know your warrior name? I got a theory that there's a system involved, like if you act super kind you'll be named um, feather. And if you're super strong and capable you'll be named boulder, stuff like that. I don't know what do you think? It's just been a theory in my head for a while."
The tiger looking cat walked into the field and once there was beginning to smash down some wild flowers to make room for practice, "Jeez, how do you get anything done around here with all this distraction?" She asked stomping up and down on the flowers the best they could, only wild flowers tended to be more durable than other garden flowers.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 21, 2019 23:53:29 GMT -5
"That makes sense, though sometimes I think the leader's choose something that would like, complete the name in kind of a punny way. Like Windrunner. They run with the wind, duh. Hehheh." Goldenpaw smiled, keeping up with the other's brisk pace. Though her expression soured just a little when she began crushing the flowers.
"Normally, we don't train here. And it's good for us to have environments where the prey can live and repopulate." It wouldn't mean much to a dark forest cat, but that's what she tended to hear, "Will these even be crushed in the real world?"
