QUAILSTEP
Leaf-fall was finally upon them. Crisp air greeted Quailstep as she stepped outside the den, her limbs stretching and muscles readying themselves for the day. Yesterday, she'd been named Mallowpaw's new mentor. The apprentice had no doubt learned something from the previous warrior in charge of their tutelage, but Quailstep knew that a gap in learning could be detrimental.
So today, her goal was to see where Mallowpaw was at. No use in teaching him how to stalk if he'd already mastered the skill.
She poked her head into the apprentice's den, clearing her throat gently.
"Mallowpaw? Time for training," she called softly.
So today, her goal was to see where Mallowpaw was at. No use in teaching him how to stalk if he'd already mastered the skill.
She poked her head into the apprentice's den, clearing her throat gently.
"Mallowpaw? Time for training," she called softly.
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