Territory RiverClan we overcome we conquer 𓆟. ° .• — MISTPAW

[Adderfang]

His wounds had made good effort toward healing, tattered flesh knitting together with healthy pink flesh. He said nothing—just beckoned his apprentice to join him on a walk out of camp. It would only be the two of them today, Rosepaw would not be joining them.

They walked most of the way in silence, attention fixed on the path ahead. Muscles shifted under rippling fur as he followed the well-carved path leading to the falls.

With all that's happened, he feels an urgency now to prepare his apprentice, to temper them for the days to come.

Adderfang hadn't forgotten how Mistpaw looked standing above the falls. How they couldn't even get close to the edge without their legs givin' out. He ignored it then cause the time wasn't right, but they were well over a moon into training now. The time he spent recovering was time wasted, but he made a promise and intended to keep it. There would be some playing catch-up, but he did not doubt that they would pull through.

The pool below churned, the surface rippling with each crash of water above. Sunlight speared through the spray in flickering beams. Adderfang's eyes scanned the water, catching glimpses of sparking beneath. The air was calm, skies were clear. All was set for their lesson today.

He turned to Mistpaw. The weight of his gaze softens some, but it's still heavier than it's ever been.
"You've grown in just the few moons since I took you as my apprentice. You've got the muscle and the lungs now to start swimming on your own." His head jerks to the pool beneath the falls. "Today I want you to swim beneath the falls and bring me what you find." With that, the tom props onto his haunches, settling onto the pebbled bank.

"Do that, and then I have another task for you." They wouldn't be alone. He would be watching on standby. A pair of floaties in case he was wrong and Mistpaw couldn't do what he asked. But he wanted to let them try on their own, to make that plunge, and learn from it. There wouldn't be any cottling, not anymore.

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  penned by Scarlet​