Open before the first light [open - morning run]

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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Ghoststrike rose with the lingering darkness of pre-dawn, stepping out from the narrow gouge in the quarry wall that served as his den. At this hour, it would probably be the coolest in temperature they'd see for the rest of the day– a benefit, surely, given he usually took this time to run.

The camp was mostly quiet around him as he paused to stretch and shake out his coat, but he knew he wasn't entirely alone, either, spotting the familiar pelts of the few other cats who preferred to leave their nests before the sun met the sky. Normally, Ghost would have been halfway up the quarry wall and well on his way to leaving camp by now, not to be seen again for the next hour or so unless a cat had the luck of glimpsing him along whatever route he'd chosen for himself that morning. But today, wasn't a normal day.

He turned, and for the first time since settling in the new camp, made his way toward the larger community dens. Thunderflash and most of the other cats slept within them, but Ghost preferred his slice of solitary heaven away from the noise and extra bodies.

"Rattlepaw," he called, low but firm– not intending to wake the entire den, but not caring if anyone was momentarily disturbed by the call for his apprentice, either. They'd live. "Up. We leave in five for our run."

He turned, not waiting to see if the boy responded. Rattlepaw would either get up or he wouldn't– but Ghost could assure the apprentice would regret their laziness if they chose to keep him waiting.

Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that. Rattlepaw had seemed enthusiastic about their training so far, and he was hoping that motivation would help in building these new habits in them. A solid routine was the first thing Ghost intended to hammer into them– starting with early morning conditioning.

Initially, he intended the outing to just be him and his apprentice, but as he neared the trail leading up and out of the quarry, Owlbarks decision to lump the apprentices and mentors together for the tour came to mind. Usually, an invitation to run with him would only find itself extended to brown fur and blue eyes, but– regretfully– he could see the benefits in training as a group.

Sometimes.

"If any others want to come," he called over his shoulder, mostly to the cats already awake in camp and listening, "You're welcome to follow. So long as you keep pace." He wouldn't be stopping to take breaks, and anyone who couldn't keep up would likely get left behind. Not that this would be a particularly gruelling excersize– there was no way Rattlepaw or the other apprentices could keep up with a proper run meant for a fully trained warrior– but they had to start somewhere and he intended to put them through their paces.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — Open to anyone, but specifically interacting with @Rattlepaw. This is kind of retro to the official first day of mentor/apprenticing, probabaly the morning after the territory tour Owlbark sent them on!​
• mentoring Rattlepaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan stormguard- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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