Best Teacher Ever™

Today was a misty day. Adderflare could hardly see the apprentices' den from where she was sitting, not to mention the eerie glow that the sun's rays cast through the mist that reflected back in her eye. It was a terrible day for hunting, so naturally, it was perfect. Throwing Vulturepaw into the deep end would probably help her, or something. To be honest, Adderflare just picked a day for training that would be most inconvenient for the apprentice. That would show Bloodstrike for making her a mentor. What about me gives 'mentorly' vibes, anyway? she though to herself bitterly as the made her way towards the den where Vulturepaw was no doubt waiting eagerly. She poked her scarred face into the den, motioning with her head towards Vulturepaw. "Time to go," she mouthed silently.

Nestled up tightly against the sleeping lumps of her various littermates sprawled out within the confines of the Apprentice's den, Vulturepaw could easily detect the rhythmic throb of Ravenpaw's pulse whenever they were curled up so insufferably close- in fact, her littermate's soft snoring reverberated through her entire being as though it came from her own lungs. Letting out an irritable sigh and wriggling in an attempt to dislodge herself from the tangled swath of outstretched paws, curled up tails, and sweltering body heat, the little speckled molly couldn't resist the urge to puff out a low sound of discomfort. Although the comfort of sharing intimacy with her littermates helped with the transition into their new sleeping arrangements, sleep had remained elusive throughout the night- likely due to her lingering nerves and anticipation about what the gradually gathering morning would hold. Thankfully the timely appearance of Adderflare seemed to spare the young she-cat from any further pitiful attempts at rest, the restless energy thrumming alongside her circulatory system heightening at the older cat's quiet summons.

The early morning was a brisk relief after the sweltering confines of the small snuggle-pile, a silky ghost of chilly dampness whisking through the wild, unkempt mane of Vulturepaw's discolored coat. Pale coat furthered softened under the gentle ghost of unrelenting mist, curling and rippling webs were sent whirling into the quiet morning air under her hasty approach. "Good morning!" Vulturepaw puffed out, sweet voice honeyed under the purposely low greeting- ever mindful about the shockingly early hour of the day.