Think what I Think [C]

Ashfall awoke from her place in the warrior's den, paw sore, and mind tired. It was hard to believe that the Dark Forest was now commanded by her father... that Slatethroat allowed that to occur. He knew she wanted to kill him, he knew she wanted to be the one to finally bring justice to him. Instead, he was given more power. If that was the case, she had to empower her clan. The Dark Forest might be more powerful than Starclan, but Ashfall would never allow them to rule her so long as Morningstar lead them.

She would have to empower Boarpaw, her newest apprentice. Ashfall wanted to teach the next generation that justice needed to be wrought, whatever the cost. Sometimes justice had to be severe, and so she would teach as such. Limping into the apprentice's den, careful not to crush any, Ashfall gently poked Boarpaw. "Time to get up, meet me at the front for training." The dawn was darkened by heavy clouds, cold and bitter. What better time to teach resilience than this?

Boarpaw's head raised, eyes blinking away the sleep muck from her eyes before she got to her paws properly and padded along after Ashfall, a tad bit worried that the large paws she hadn't quite grown into yet would stomp on some tails or paws, feeling a bit clunky with them as she walked. Boarpaw eyed the fresh-kill pile briefly before deciding that she wasn't hungry, they were still recovering from the harsh leaf-bare and she did not wish to impede them by eating when she wasn't hungry. Nodding to Ashfall, Boarpaw was ready to go.