a bird in hand [C]

Rowansong

It was strange, waking up the next morning with the knowledge he had an apprentice to train. There was little time– or Rowansong allowed himself little time –to lay in his nest just waking up. Light was already filtering through the den when he opened his eyes, so he only gave himself a shake to clear away as much sleep as he could and got hurriedly to his paws despite the clinging grogginess. He had an apprentice… that he had no idea what to do with, but that he had to train somehow. He would figure it out while waiting for her to come outside.

Poking his head into the apprentice den, Rowansong blinked to adjust to the dimmer light and searched until he spotted Egretpaw’s pelt. When he did, he slipped further into the den to give her a gentle nudge. “As promised, your training will commence now, Egretpaw.” Rowansong whispered before ducking back outside to pad over to camp’s entrance. What to do when she joined him… the first thing Stormdance had done with him was (attempt) to just show him the territory. He would do that, then– and Rowansong knew instantly where he would take her. Straightening up to wait, he quietly hoped she would not be as much of a terror as he’d been.