Father & Son Training (closed)

Padding into the apprentice sleeping area, Smokepelt found his son's pelt among the other sleeping mounds and prodded the apprentice's side, not saying a word. Exiting the area, the tall grey and white tom made his way over to the camp entrance and sat down, waiting for Mothpaw to join him so they could start their morning training.

Mothpaw looked up from his sleeping position to meet the brown eyes of his father's before he walked away. He got up and stretched out his legs and spine before he headed after his father. His hefty face with tired from sleep not used to waking so early but he didn't mind as much. He had something to focus on and training to do, he was ready for it.

While he was surprised at how fast the apprentice had gotten up from his slumber to join him, he didn't express his surprise of course. Instead, he simply turned around and padded out of camp, not saying a word. "We're going to patrol the RiverClan border first," the warrior finally mewed as he kept a steady pace, not turning his head to check if his son was even still following him.

Mothpaw's ears went back as he trotted after his grey father, his tail light swishing behind him, "Is there water near Riverclan border?" He asked, he knew that trying to keep a conversation with his ancestor impossible so he tried to keep his talking to a minimal, as much of an excited cat he was, Mothpaw knew it was useless to try and show emotions around the tom.

Keeping a steady pace, Smokepelt's whiskers twitched at his son's question. 'What in StarClan's name kind of question was that?' He wondered to himself. Well, Mothpaw was fairly new to the whole apprentice thing, but wasn't it implied that RiverClan was named after water...?

"Yes," the older tom mewed after a few moments of silence. "It's called RiverClan for a reason, and I'd sure hope that the river is filled with water and not mud," he added bluntly.

After a little while longer of making their way through the territory, the two of them arrived at the first destination, the gorge. Smokepelt had intended for them to stop at the most dangerous part of the gorge, the area that the waters roared and raged, so that he could make sure Mothpaw knew the true dangers of this area.

Bringing his paws to a halt just far enough away from the edge so that they couldn't see the water bellow, he turned his head to look down at the apprentice. The point at which they'd stopped at was safe enough so that they couldn't risk breaking loose rocks and fall to their death. "What do you know about this place," the husky voiced tom asked over the crashing water, turning to look back towards the edge of the little cliff.

Mothpaws ears rolled back to the back of his head and he let out a huff as attitude was given to him for his question, "I just.. wanted to know if you could see it from the border not if there's.." He closed his mouth, deciding it wasn't worth the bicker to explain himself.

Once they stopped, his tail swayed behind him and his green orbs peered past his father and onto the blue sky and he focused on the gorge that was roaring down below. Mothpaw rolled his eyes at the question and sighed out, "Before I answer that, what should I know?" He asked, trying to avoid looking stupid to the other tom.

Not responding to his son's mumbling, Smokepelt waited for an answer. When the apprentice spoke up, he couldn't help but twitch at his question.

"I don't think you heard me correctly," the low voiced tom mewed coldly, still not turning towards Mothpaw when he spoke. "What do you know. Not what do I know so that I can tell you," he added, his tail flicking back and forth from annoyance. "If you don't know, use your brain and guess," Smokepelt added, keeping his eyes on the RiverClan territory that sat across the gorge.

"Looks like a bad place to be in a rainstorm." He said simply, sitting his rump on the ground, licking his paws to let off some of his aggression that he was building up inside with his father acting this way. "Can we go hunting, or something? You seem angry, perhaps take some anger out on that?" He suggested, his tail flicking every few moments. The gorge made him feel uncomfortable and he wasn't sure what else to say to his father other than it looked dangerous.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Smokepelt closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I'm not angry," he started, turning to look at Mothpaw. "Just annoyed that you're being so stubborn in using your head," the warrior added and took a moment to think about what to do.

While he wanted to move on, he wasn't about to let up on the apprentice's stubbornness. "Yes, being in a rainstorm would be bad. What else is there about RiverClan specifically you can infer?" the low voiced tom mewed, his tail flicking back and forth as he waited for an answer.