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faeish something of a training thread between omenpaw and windsweptashes, a small adventure off near dayclan to learn about basic herbs <3
He'd never so much as mentored his first apprentice back when Moonclan had been under the shadowhunter system; not that he would have been expected to of course. The shadowhunter school had been taught by trained professionals, the top of their class and the most skilled of Luminaries, all of whom were now killed or culled. The very thought of it all made the tom even more uneasy about his ability to train the next generation, after all, just a few moons ago he had been a nobody, a shadow hunter who had barely slipped out of being made the old, extinct lower-class rank of mundane. It was all up to him and Puzzlemaker now to teach the youth, and he knew at least he had no clue what he was doing.
As Windsweptashes roamed the halls, hoping to catch as glimpse the apprentice's light orange fur amongst the manor's aging white tiles and walls, he let his mind wander a bit, considering things and trying to get his mind in order. He'd certainly heard about Omenpaw, his line had already managed to find itself somewhat respected amongst the clan's new system. Half of his sister's had been declared mothers soon after the culling, and each had gotten a reputation for their keen minds and sharp, strict way of handeling the kittens under their care. He wondered for a moment if Omenpaw shared any of their temper, their intelligence, their all-around sharpness, and the very thought made him a bit uneasy. He'd always struggled handeling cats with harsh tongues and even harsher tempers, the very thought intimidated him.
The tom didn't get long to worry though. As he passed by another series of open doors and hallways, his blue gaze caught sight of just the tom he had been looking for. "Omenpaw?" He called out, the Commissioner's voice firm, but as gentle as it always was.
Omenpaw had been halfheartedly straightening out his pelt after a brief, unsatisfying nap. As usual his dreams had been filled with internal turmoil, a reflection of his waking mind, and he was once again disheartened to wake up and feel as if the dreams hadn't stopped. His paw was raised, frozen in an almost lick, eyes wide with a haunted look within when he heard his name called. In an instance he straightened himself and turned to see Windsweptashes. Without another moment he raised himself and padded to the Commissioner, stopping before him and giving a slight, cool dip of the head. "Yes?"
