A Meeting of Chance [Open]

How in the world had he gotten stuck with an apprentice? Sure, Coyotefang was old enough to be a well-established warrior, but he had just earned a name himself. Besides, he had never wanted to take care of a younger cat's training. He barely even wanted to be a warrior himself. The only words he had spoken to the young she-cat had happened right after her ceremony. Even when he woke her up in the morning, there had been little more than a grunted 'training'. Now, he stalked the Riverclan border, still trying to figure out what to say. It wasn't until they approached sunningrocks that he had an idea. Although, when he thought about it now, it just seemed stupid. Nothing was the right thing to say. Maybe, Birchpaw could just become a warrior without them ever talking? That could work.

The grey and brown tabby's memory flashed back to his first day roaming the forest. When they had first brought him into the clan, camp had still been at sunningrocks. But, on his first day of training, it had felt like he was seeing the whole territory for the first time. Leafstorm had a lot to say as they traversed the territory. How was it he did not have the faintest clue on training a young cat? It was most likely due to the fact he had little care about clan structure or life. Trusting every single cat you were related to, and serving under another cat seemed ridiculous... along with everything else. Even after spending practically every moment in Thunderclan after his fifth moon of life, Coyotefang had never been able to grasp the same sense of dedication and loyalty everyone else here had. His amber eyes glanced down at the apprentice. Does she feel that way too?

Never before had the rogue-born tom had the desire to take care of another cat, but there seemed to be hints of that here. He longed to teach her the proper way of life-- the one where you took care of yourself before others and did not easily trust any cat. Flicking one of his slightly small ears, he continued padding along the border with his gaze now trained on forest ahead of them. Searching for some sort of idea of what to say, Coyotefang stopped short. His maw opened slightly, and he turned towards the young she-cat, meowing lowly, "Well, we're here."

Birchpaw was dazzled by the river, watching it pass with glimmers in it's water. She saw a few scarlet leaves float across before swirling rapids. She sniffed around the area, mainly the very edge of the border. There weren't any scorch marks on that side. She could see blackened streaks on RiverClan territory but the rucks were without a mark. With a grin on her face, she looked up at him once he spoke up. "So.. what're we gonna do?" She said, hopping up and down for a moment. "Hunting?" She asked, ears rotating for prey. "Battle training?" The she-cat reared up, batting her paws out at the open air. "Oh!" She gasped and got into a low crouch as if she were sneaking along. "Taking land?" She whispered.


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