Hello Darkpaw, my Old Friend (Closed for Frostash)

Even though there was nothing Ryeheart would've liked more than to sleep the day away in the painless realm of dreams, things needed to be done; for one, his new apprentice needed to be shown the ropes.  After waking up the young tom and allowing themselves time to eat and groom, the two had finally set off.  Heading deeper into the pine forests of ShadowClan's territory, the ginger tabby tom glanced behind him to make sure Darkpaw had kept up, before coming to a halt in a...usually sunny clearing.  Today though the sky was overcast and gloomy, which didn't work to help lift the warrior's spirits in the least.  His tone remained happy though as he meowed to himself; "This looks like a good spot to start."