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fogpelt
{ Tom, Warrior, 39 moons }
{ tags;; training w/ Sparrowclaw, Brightpaw, and Ripplepaw }
Fogpelt's smirk melted into a dissapointed frown as his apprentice ridiculed his teaching strategies, again with that smug look on his face. "If you'd even attempt to get the message I've been trying to get through to you for the past six moons, then you'd understand that a real warrior doesn't need distractions to catch his enemy off guard," the gray tom huffed. He stepped off of Ripplepaw, allowing the apprentice to get back onto his feet before continuing, "And before you start back-talking, let me explain. A warrior surprises an enemy with his skill and ability. Sure a distraction is good, but it's cowardly. Tell me Ripplepaw, how many cats do you think would actually fall for that kind of foxdung in an actual battle?"
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cougarpaw
{ Tom, Apprentice, 10 moons }
{ tags;; Nightshadow }
After timidly grabbing a mouse from the fresh-kill pile and devouring it in a few bites, Cougarpaw sat near the entrance to the apprentices den. Five moons and he still wasn't sure how many of the customs around here worked, especially around the whole food situation. How was he supposed to know when the elders, queens, and kits had already eaten? What was he supposed to do? Watch the hunk of dead animals until every last one of them ate? It was ridiculous. Of course, in the months that he was alone, Cougarpaw wouldn't have had to worry about other cats and when they were fed. The lanky apprentice sighed before looking around the camp for the she-cat who had been training him for the past few moons, Nightshadow. His paws were a little sore, but he was still eager to get to work. Once he spotted the black she-cat, he padded up to her, yawning as he went, "Any plans for training today?"