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Greenfrost sat before the apprentices' den rather impatiently as she waited for her new charge to emerge. To compliment her stony expression, her golden-yellow eyes narrowed into slits that fixed themselves on the opening of the den.
In all of her days of dipping in and out of the clans, she had never been given an apprentice. It felt like a strange occurrence-- some kind of mix up, that she might be put i charge of another living being, and be tasked with the development of important skills that would carry them into the next stage of their life. Hell, the fact that she was relied on to do anything more than hunt blew her away. It gave her ties to this place; this group of cats in a way that she wasn't sure about. The idea sat strangely in her stomach and made it churn when she thought too hard about it.
Regardless, the task itself didn't seem too monumental for her, although working with younglings wasn't exactly her cup of tea. She wasn't sure how she felt about them, either - speaking to them felt clunky and robotic and she was never quite sure what they were thinking. The mechanics were easy though; today she would teach hunting, and that's all there was to be worried about for now.
(Ohh makes sense now. No worries I've done that before and quite often forgotten about plots and which cats I'm using for them lol)
Badgrepaw hadn't been sure on what time she had wanted to meet, but around mid-morning he emerged form the den to find his new mentor waiting for him. Blushing, as clearly she'd been waiting a bit, he hurried over to him. Mother had taught him much and his manners was at the top of the list, so he started with an apology for his lateness even though he didn't know what time to meet at in the first place. "Sorry. Won't happen again, Greenfrost." He didn't met her eyes, but he made up for that with his build. Badgerpaw had always been a rather large cat, even for one so young. Tall and built, mother would say he was just like tehri father but then speak no more about the tom.
Greenfrost did nothing more than shrug his apology off, although she did feel a pang of guilt for putting the apprentice in such a state. They hadn't agreed upon a time, so he'd been set up for failure with her patience. "Off we go." The warrior spoke matter-of-factly, standing and turning in one smooth motion before she headed on, into the forest. She padded through the woods in silence for a long moment before she started again, "Do you have any experience hunting for your own breakfast?" With a glance, she tossed the question over her shoulder.
The she-cat hadn't been a part of Swiftclan for very long, and if she was honest, she didn't know too terribly much about their ways. Her own training had come from necessity - fending for herself in no man's land after she had been left on her own. It wasn't much of a topic of conversation for her, but had defined her in many ways; aside from her scrappy techniques. Swiftclan was different from the other clans that she had wandered in and out of. For all she knew, their entire upbringing could've been different than the other clan cats she had become acquainted with.
(Didn't you adopt Raredream's sister Willowfoot?) pseudo
Badgerpaw followed along like the loyal soldier he was. A towering cat in size, though made for him to be rather clumsy and uncertain about his paw placement outside of camp. Sure he'd made the move twice now with SwiftClan before being promoted but he'd never been hunting or out for actually training. Plus during those times, he'd stuck close to mother and she tended to walk a little slower for her kits' sakes. "No..I..I haven't. Was I supposed to have started training on my own?" Badgerkit had been born and raised in SwiftClan so far, but even he was still a little uncertain about every little thing about clan life.
Greenfrost's expression had melted into a deep indifference as she tossed a look back to her new apprentice, although he had given her the correct answer for a few reasons. "No, I just don't know how you were raised. There wouldn't be much point in teaching you skills you were already confident in." She explained. For one, she wanted to teach someone completely, or not at all. Greenfrost was just a little too arrogant to hear that perhaps their first teacher knew a better method-- all of her training was from gritty necessity. Second, he implied the possibility of his own wrongdoing. Although there was none, that was brave, although not something she'd be likely to do with such ease herself. Lastly, he had spoken twice, and she could already tell that he was an honest young tom. While she'd be even less likely to admit this than any sort of guilt, this had already done a good bit to win him her favor.
She padded ahead a few more feet, and stopped, sitting in the grass and flicking her tail around her paws neatly. This part of the forest was quiet. Free from the footprint of the camp, and bustling with life. Although the mice disappeared into their burrows, and the rabbits skittered out of sight as they came near, the woods were still very much alive. This felt like an easy place to start, and there was a part of her that rooted for Badgerpaw's success on his first day.
