Bumbling buffoons (closed)

All was quiet as Sunflower slipped out of the warrior's den and into the dark, still aired camp. The morning sun hadn't even begun to rise over the horizon yet and it was a bit earlier than most warrior's took their apprentices out, but the lengthy warrior had learned that the earlier he left camp, the less cats he had to maneuver around in the morning. That of course meant he had a far less chance of making a fool of himself, which was good.

Padding over to the apprentice den and ducking under the brush that formed an entrance of sorts, Sunflower peered into the barely lit den. Finding his son's white and tabby speckled pelt, he crept over the other sleeping bodies. While he'd been doing his best not to fumble over any-cat, he failed to lift one of his large front paws high enough and it every-so-clumsily grazed over the pelt of his other son, Pippaw. Holding his breath and stiffening every muscle in his body, he watched as the brown and white apprentice began to stir, letting out some groggy inaudible words, before turning over and falling back asleep.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he continued over to Bumblepaw and gently prodded the younger tom with a paw. "B-bumblebee, train...training," he mewed softly, not realizing that he'd repeated the nickname that Willowdance had given Bumblepaw. With that, the tall warrior slipped out of the den and made his way over to the camp entrance to wait for his apprentice.

Bumblepaw shot out of bed, stumbling to his feet as his father prodded him awake, so excited he nearly jumped out of his pelt. The day had finally come; he's beginning his training! He's going to train with his father, and it's going to be awesome, and he's going to become the best warrior ever! Bumblepaw just couldn't wait for his warrior ceremony to come.

Pippaw stirred as well, just for a second, and Bumblepaw held his breath as he watched his brother slowly fall back asleep. He really didn't want to wake any of his siblings, especially not onery Pippaw. The last thing he needed was for his older littermate to start yelling at him for waking him up.

Bumblepaw, noticing Sunflower's absence, quickly galloped out of the apprentice den after his father. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon, and the air was still and muggy, but Bumblepaw loved it- he would've loved it if it was raining, or storming, or snowing. It was his first training day, and any weather was fine with him.

"Hey, dad! Good morning! What are we gonna do today? Hunt? Fight... Are we going out of camp?" Bumblepaw felt a shudder creep down his spine, but attempted to hide it from his father.