A Curly Train [[Closed]]

Cloudroar sat up from where he was waiting for Curlypaw to finish her meal when he figured she must have been done by now. Rising to his paws, he padded towards her scent. "Are you ready? It's time to head out." He meowed gruffly before turning to wait by the entrance to camp.

Curlypaw licked her muzzle and glanced up at her new mentor. His foggy eyes made her shudder, the mere sight of them making bile rise in her throat. She wondered whether this was how other cats saw her too. She rose from her spot in the sun and nodded, then, hesitating, she remembered Cloudroar was sightless. Why am I the one stuck with a blind mentor!? she complained to herself. It felt more like she was taking care of his emotional well-being than he was training her.

"I'm ready." she meowed obediently, her tone flat, thought waves of mixed emotions radiated off her pelt. She hoped her mentor wouldn't pick them up, but that was hardly possible for a cat that had been sightless his whole life.

(so so sorry ;^;)

Cloudroar nodded as the apprentices scent made its way to him. "Alright, lets go." He meowed, ignoring her feelings towards him. It didn't matter what the young cat thought. She was half blind, so what did she expect. He could probably train her to better use her condition to her advantage than any sighted cat in the whole territories. He knew firsthand how to. Whisking his tail behind him, he led her through the territories, his paws swiftly making their way through the rocky terrain. "I'll be showing you the border between us and ShadowClan first." He informed briskly. "It's marked by a tall pine tree that is obviously bigger than the rest." He told her, tilting his head towards her.

"And how can you tell? You're blind ri-"

Curlypaw closed her mouth abruptly, looking at Cloudroar and studying his expression with embarassment. "I, umm... I didn't mean that." she murmured, lowering her gaze to look at her paws. She continued to follow him at a brisk pace.

Cloudroar turned his attention to her, almost looking as if he was staring right through her. His gaze turned annoyed. "Close your eyes." He demanded, his tone serious. "Can you not sense the height? Can you not hear the pine needles rustling in the wind high up above all the others?" He questioned. "You're half blind. Are you not?" He asked her pointedly. "One thing you will learn is to hone your senses. Take in everything around you. Learn every root and leaf and tree." He explained, his voice softening a bit. "It will take longer for us than the others who can see just fine, but there's something that we have and they don't." He said, padding around, tail tip flicking as he figured out how to word what he wanted to say. "We are, in a way, tougher than them. You will learn things they don't even know, or even think to learn, because they don't have to. Just like any warrior of SkyClan can make their way through their territory with their eyes closed, we can do it in our sleep just as easily." He continued. "I know you doubt me and what I can offer you, but I believe I can offer you more than any other seeing warrior in the territories." He finished his spiel, tail curled neatly over his white paws. "Now," He began, "Tell me. What do you smell? What do you hear? What do you feel?" He asked, silently kneading the ground as he took in the surroundings that he knew all too well.