The Flint and The Frog [Closed Training Topic]

"Come along, Frogpaw, its time to get up," Flintstar's voice was gruff as he prodded at his son's side. Training had been slow between the two, the leader's duties had been keeping him a tad busy but he had managed to teach Frogpaw the basics already...But it was time to make sure he actually knew them. And...To do a little, uh, bonding, he supposed. He had quickly picked up that Frogpaw was much like himself, reserved and...Awkward. It was almost nice in some way, another reminder that he wasn't so odd and he could respect his son shying away from his Clanmates in certain situations. But training had to be done and he was determined to see to it that his children had their training needed to go far in life. Even if that meant prodding them awake at unruly hours because the leader himself was having trouble sleeping. Once he was certain that Frogpaw was actually starting to stir, he turned and padded from the den to wait by the camp entrance so that they could head out.

Frogpaw had enjoyed training. He and his father made quite a pair, neither excelling in anything social...at all. They were both quiet, reserved, and didn’t talk much. It was peaceful between the two of them, and it gave the apprentice more time to hunt without the blabber that some of the other mentors did. Stirring with a sleepy blink, he waited one more moment before stretching and standing up. He padded out of the den, walking up towards where Flinstar stood.

”Good morning.” he said, a bit stiffly, but determined to break the silence. One step at a time, the young tom was trying to get more talkative. More like Crowpaw. It was hard, but he wanted to be a good warrior, and unluckily for him, communication was key, especially during life-threatening situations. He hadn’t run into any so far, but no doubt he would encounter some sort of predator or trespasser. Every warrior he had ever talked too (or rather, they talked at him) had done so.