Lavenderpaw's training or whatever

Blazingheart patiently sat by the entrance of the camp, waiting for Lavenderpaw to come out. He peered in through the entrance. "Lavenderpaw," he called. The tabby tom curled his tail around his paws as he thought about what they should do. Battle training? Hunting? Border patrol? He decided the best thing would be to ask Lavenderpaw what she wanted to do. He never had an apprentice before, so he had no idea what he was doing.