Private Territory TC knives out // faith

[Webfrost]

WEBFROST
SHE/HER
13 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Webfrost wasn't once to mince words or use an excess of patience. Her graduating group of warriors had met yesterday in the wake of ThunderClan's recent meeting, and Webfrost had big plans for her apprentice.

"Faithpaw," she said, her voice clipped as she poked her head into the apprentices' den. "We're doing battle training today. Wake up and meet me at the camp entrance." Without waiting, she padded towards the camp entrance and sat straight, the barest flick of her tail tip betraying her excitement.

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OOC: @Faithkit

 

[Faithpaw]

FAITHPAW

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICEx 05 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsepaw and Thornpaw
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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Webfrost's voice is an unwelcomed intrusion in your otherwise somewhat pleasant dreams. You stir in the still unfamiliar surroundings of the apprentice den, looking instinctively to find your littermates in the outer edges. Blinking wearily you push yourself up, starting to process what the warrior- your mentor. What she had said to you, something about waking up and meeting her somewhere? The details are lost in your groggy mind and you stumble out of your nest like you're learning to walk again. You wonder if this will get easier, the whole waking up earlier part. Most of your peers are probably used to it, even your fellow nursery graduates. They usually got up early enough to play games right? To make the best of the daylight? You couldn't think of anything more horrid currently, yawning you feel the pressure of your jaw loosen ever so slightly.

Finding your rhythm you pace sluggishly towards the waning patience of your mentor, perched beside the camp entrance. "mm morning" you mumble raising a paw to wipe at your face, staring at her. Slowly you gather the missing pieces of what she had said to you, understanding that this was training of some sort. At the risk of sounding like a fool you ask her "what are we doing again?" Unable to look at her in case she casts judgement your way for not catching what she did in the first place. It's far too early for this kind of thing, you think at least. Though you're not used to this whole early wake up business.