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Blazepaw waiting on his training partner, Aconitepaw to make their apperance. The other apprentice was much older than himself, and he supposed the Aconitepaw would be able to teach him a lot.
Her was rather nervous, because he wasn't sure how the other cat would react to his tremors. It was something he had been born with, something that he could not control. He always pushed himself to do better, but the tremors felt like such a controling part of his life.
Aconitepaw was not a cat that was considered good with time. She was late frequently and did not seem to mind. She knew when she was due places, she did not lose track of herself- but preparing for the day always took her a long time as she obsessed over every errant tuft of fur and nosed her nest back into a semblance of order after a restless night. Finally she was ready once more to face the day, however, so the long-haired cream feline slipped from the den and headed over to meet with her new partner.
"Blazepaw," she greeted with a polite nod as she drew near. She didn't know him well at all, but she would have to learn the quirks this all new training pair.
Edited Feb 24, 2019 16:29:42 GMT -5 By Cleaver | Reason: cypress is wild's partner oops not aconite's
He had been waiting for what felt like forever, before finally seeing his new training partner emerge from the apprentice den. He had already been out on a patrol, and eaten breakfast. He supposed not every one was an early riser though, so he tried to push her lateness to the back of his mind.
"Aconitepaw, are you ready now ?" he smiled charmingly, with a wink trying to appear far more confident than he felt. He often times over compensated for his insecurities by being a little overly outgoing.
"Yes," she replied with a nod. She glanced over him coolly, taking the young tom in. She wasn't all that interested in getting to know him, especially since she'd probably do most of the heavy lifting as the older cat, but that was how it worked sometimes. She shook out her cascading cream fur and switched her pale blue eyes to the entrance to the camp instead. "Shall we get going? I want to come back early today, Wildpaw said he would tell some stories about what it was like in WinterClan prison."
Wildpaw was even older than Aconitepaw was, a full warrior's age by now, but his time in the prison had prevented him from training. Despite that, he had been relentlessly cheerful since his return, and she admired her adopted brother for that.
"Very well" he nodded following behind her. Honestly he didn't really care to much about Wildpaw's stories. WinterClan seemed so far away and distant, and he needed to focus on getting better, before thinking about other clans. "The earlier the better"
He honestly didn't expect to be paired with Aconitepaw for very long. She was a lot older than him, but perhaps she would be able to give him some tips on overcoming his tremors.
Her ear flicked in agreement. Earlier the better - she'd prefer that as well. Not going out with him wouldn't be so bad either, but here they were. Aconitepaw led the way out of the camp and into the territory, then tilted her head back, feeling the breeze caress her cream fur and breathing in the cool night air. It was nice to get out of camp for a while.
"What did you want to work on?" she asked mildly, her tone distracted.
"Fighting" he responded immediatly with a little smile, but he was soon regreting saying that. Why did he chose the one thing that his tremors were most likely to make an apperance? He shuffled his paws slightly
"I guess I should be honest with you.... you are going to find out soon enough" his paws came to a stop, and he looked down at the ground. "Ever since I can remember, I have had tremors. Most of the time it just stops me for a moment, but sometimes it can make it to where I can't move at all..."
