Three's a Crowd [CLOSED]

Elmskip awoke bright and early today, because today was his first day training his apprentices. Somehow he must have been put in StarClan's good graces as he received not just one apprentice, but two. Why Finchstar chose him of all cats to have two apprentices, he had no idea. All he knew was that there were too many apprentices and not enough warriors and something had to be done about it. Ever since his trip with Aspenpaw and other warriors to the Moonstone, he had been feeling a little better about himself and what he could do. Of course he still had his doubts, but the kind StarClan warrior that met with him had very encouraging words that left him in a better headspace than he'd ever been in.

Shaking his fur of any moss that may have been in it, he limped out of the warriors' den and across the camp to the apprentices' den. He was worried about doing a good job, since Finchstar obviously had a lot of trust in him. "StarClan give me strength..." he muttered under his breath as he neared the entrance to the den. He poked his head in, looking around through the darkness to spot the sleeping forms of Whisperpaw and Foampaw.

"Whisperpaw, Foampaw, it's time for training. Wake up and meet me at the entrance to camp," he called, trying to keep his voice down so as to not wake the other apprentices but loud enough that his apprentices could hear. Hesitating for a moment, the three-legged tom pulled his gaze away from the dark interior of the den and walked towards the gorse brush that marked the entrance. Elmskip sighed to himself and sat down, tail curling neatly around his paws and hiding his missing leg like always.

The morning dew could be felt in the air as a small rustle and then a quiet voice caused Whisperpaw to awaken. His new mentor had called him and his fellow apprentice, Foampaw, for their first day of training. Whisperpaw rose from his slumber and quickly licked himself clean, he was uncharacteristically excited about the days events, but still very nervous. Oh so nervous. He silently bounded over to the entrance to the apprentice's den and then froze. The nerves turned to fear in that moment. The last time he was out of the camp was when he was just a new born and lost both his parents. The outside world definitely scared him, but he couldn't let that stop him now, could he?

After his hesitation, Whisperpaw shook his head and slowly walked across camp. It was oddly quiet, but it was nice. Whisper always did enjoy the quiet and solitude of the early mornings and late nights. He found his way over to where his mentor was sitting, waiting for the apprentices. He came over to Elmskip and sat in attention. He went to speak but not a word came out, only felt the fear again as he gazed toward the outside. Whisper shook his head and looked up to his mentor with the fear still showing in his eyes.

"I... I am.. ready."