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"This here... Well, I wouldn't call it a landmark, but it is remarkable." It was an overcast day, clouds laced thickly across the sky in a sleek, feathery veil, which meant it was the perfect weather for training, neither too hot nor too chilly. Devotedcrow had patiently awaited his new apprentice, Hippopaw, as the tom quite rabidly inhaled his breakfast as if it would be the last meal he ever ate. Then, discarding the remains, the pair had set out to begin their day, going no farther than right out of camp when he indicated a jagged, gaping hole dug into the ground. "I can't tell you the amount of times I heard someone trip into it during the night. There's a running joke between the warriors that whoever gets caught in the hole gets babysitting duty for a week, so be mindful of that when you're promoted." He situated a knowing look on his apprentice, well aware of the fact that Hippopaw was already acquainted with Firepaw's handiwork, before moving on, leading them further into the Deep Lands.
Hippopaw knew that his mentor knew that he and his friends had made a habit of stealing into the forest when they weren’t monitored (how could he not, with how much bustle Firepaw made on their forays), but he still tried to feign surprise at the hole, for appearance's sake. “Golly, someone should patch that up,” he commented guilelessly. His words did carry genuine sentiment though; he had no more need of that escape route with the newfound privileges that came with his new rank.
Hippopaw. The name had a nice ring to it. All he’d wanted since Summerclan had adopted him was to become an apprentice. He’d even been assigned the deputy. He couldn’t be more content. Ratstar must see something special in me, he thought concededly, and not for the first time since the ceremony. In any regard, he was determined not to let his leader or new mentor down.
“Are we going to see the Sun-drown-place today?” He looked up at the sable tom. As daring as he and his friends had been, they’d never had enough daring to travel all the way to the saltwater. In Summerclan they called it the ‘sea,’ but he preferred his mother’s denomination. He hoped to complete his tour of the territory before training began.
Hippopaw's sleight pulled a hidden smirk from his mentor, affectionately rolling his eyes at the younger tom, but he didn't grace it with anything more than that, his long tail swinging listlessly behind him and stirring the dormant leaves underfoot. "Sun-drown-place?" He echoed. "I haven't heard anyone call it that since I roamed around in the Twolegplce, but sure, I suppose I can squeeze a trip there into our busy schedule." Truthfully, he didn't have a plan set in stone for their day, preferring to play it fast and loose and get a feel for the things that piqued his apprentice's interest, so he was more than happy to change course for the trip down to the seashore.
The roar of the falls signified they were closing in on the river, the pair venturing into the cove and behind the thundering cascades. "A neat shortcut," Crow said, but went on to warn, "Be mindful of where you step here. The rocks are slick, and the crannies between them are a hotbed for snakes during green-leaf." He had to take particular caution crossing the smoothed down stones, with only three good legs at his disposal, but they cleared it without any issue, continuing on alongside the Thunderpath that would take them straight to the ocean. "You showed a knack for swimming that time we went to the river. Do you like the water?" It was cultural for SummerClan cats to enjoy a dip in the many streams and brooks that populated their woods, but only the stronger swimmers and truly brave at heart dared the sea; it was ruthless and unforgiving, and they'd lost many to its currents.
“My mother was a kittypet,” he validated with a nod. His two-leg origins weren’t something he readily shared, but he felt no shame in it. His mother had told him the story of how she had traveled to this land on a two-leg nest that sat on top of the water. She’d also told him about big pink creatures from her old land that they called hippos. Well, he wasn’t pink myself, but he was as big as a hippo. Was his mentor a former kitty-pet? Suddenly he realized how little he knew about the tom.
The slick causeway looked...unfriendly for someone of his proportions, but he traversed through it with surprising agility. However, the young tom was more impressed with his mentor’s ability to stay balanced on only three good legs. Though he’d grown up amongst so many of Devotedcrow’s brood, he’d never asked what had led to their father’s injury. He itched to ask now, but resolved to implore when they were more familiar with one another.
“Oh yes, me and water go together like bees and honey,“ he smiled later, raising his voice to be heard over the roar of a passing monster. “My mother taught me how to swim before my memory can remember. I’ve always wanted to catch a big juicy fish.” He was most excited to learn some proper hunting techniques since his previous hunting escapades had proven futile.
"Did you enjoy living in Twolegplace? A lot of SummerClan warriors are from there too." It would take more than the toes on his front paws to count how many of their clanmates were originally from the neighborhood, either living as house cats or wandering the streets as rogues, but something had drawn each and every one of them out of their homes to SummerClan. He was always curious about what motivated others to settle here. As for himself, it'd been love.
He was pleased, and shocked if he were honest, to see Hippopaw exhibited a natural grace in traversing difficult terrain. The ability to distribute his weight would be useful later on when they began practicing crouches and battle techniques, so it was good to see this early on.
Unraveling from the horizon, glittering waves and frothy seafoam came into view, the Thunderpath they walked beside opening into a much larger area where monsters frequently rested. There were only two today, which meant there would be Two-legs around, but he wasn't too perturbed by that, his pads sinking into the sand as they meandered closer to the shoreline. "I like the water too. My siblings and I were born in the desert where streams and lakes like we have here are scarce, so whenever we found one we all loved to play in it. Come over here. There's an inlet where the river meets the se--- Sun-drown-place. It's a good place for fishing." He led them over and settled near the bank, watching the bluegills and trout move beneath the surface.
“Desert?” He had heard of this place. No food. “Life must have been difficult down there.” An uncertain frown tugged at his mouth, distorting the scar that ran adjacent. “Not like the two-leg place. Life was easy with my old folks. They treated me like a prince. But no adventure.” The sun-drown-place that stretched around them reminded him of why he preferred Summerclan. The air smelt of salt and freedom.
Hippopaw followed excitedly as his mentor led him to the inlet. His excitement mounted when he cast his vision into the clear water, tracking every silvery fish as it darted as quick as snakes. He dug an eager paw into the water, hoping to snag one, but only managed to splash water on his own face. “How do you catch them?” He asked breathlessly, his face dripping but his excitement unextinguished.
Adventure? Crow smirked and shook his head, but he didn't have much time to dwell before Hippopaw made an attempt at catching a fish---and only came up with a pawful of water and wet whiskers to show for it. Stifling a laugh to spare the tom embarrassment or shame, he patted Hippopaw's paw and indicated for him to dip it back into the water. "Well, scaring them all off is a surefire way not to catch anything for a long time," he hummed. "The trick to fishing is knowing how to read the river. See how when you put your paw in, it looks crooked and doesn't fully match up to your leg? It's the same thing for fish, so you want to aim to the side of them and you have to be very fast because they're lightning fast, as you've seen. Wait a moment and let them get comfortable again, then try again."