Winifred, having not grown up in the bustle of Clan life, often found herself intrigued by the various life stages of the Clan. The elder had an unusual and sporadic journey compared to the seemingly linear phases of kit to apprentice, apprentice to warrior, warrior to elder. When she joined ShadowClan, she was most interested in apprenticeship, for the grumpy feline never experienced the rude awakenings to join hunting patrols, the monotony of cleaning the elders den, nor the fear of feeling incompetent in front of her peers. Instead, she learned all what she knew in isolation and in wandering with no mentor and no guide. The elder hadn't even learning such skills until she was much older than the apprentices for, at their age, she was still a kittypet, not yet dropped by the scruff of her neck beside the Thunderpath.
As much as she was interested in apprenticeship, it didn't necessarily mean she cared much of the apprentices themselves. Her eavesdropping was a purely selfish way of learning through them. Living vicariously, one could say.
Curious, the elder padded across the pine nettles of camp and towards the apprentice den. These kits better not be causing a ruckus. Winifred sat a few tail-lengths from the den, hoping to catch the chatter of the apprentices. Perhaps they are all on their duties. Surely some are in camp? The brown-pelted feline brushed a white paw past her ear, trying to curb her impatience. Maybe Peatgrass is around. He might know more of what the kids are up to.
***
@Peatgrass - after Peat's reply, any apprentices feel free to join in! be warned, the elders are bullies <3
