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Cleaver A few more moons. Just a few more moons and his training would finally be over. At least, that's if he'll finally listen. She knew Sleetpaw had a problem with other mentors in the past, either they would get too frustrated with the tom and give up or just straight up refuse to mentor him. However, Diamondheart was determined to get through to the trainee. The forest cat loomed outside the trainee's den, flicking her black tail. She watched as the dawn light began to just trickle its way into the eyes of the trainees, spotting her own kits among the ranks. "Sleetpaw." She commanded, her voice low but stern. "Come, it's time to begin our training."
He lay on his back, head over the side of the nest with his black chin and throat bared to the world, jaws slightly agape. At the sound of his paw his eyes flickered and cracked open, and his jaws parted in a massive yawn. "Good moooooorning." The silver and black tabby fidgeted, itching his back, then slowly rolled over and rose to his paws. "M'kay. Training. Awfully early for training, isn't it?" He peered out the den at the early dawn light. It was practically still dark out! Lean and limber, with rumbled fur and keen eyes, Sleetpaw was at his full height now but retained the laziness of a kit.
Diamondheart squinted pale green eyes. She had expected his attitude- laid-back and disinterested. She had a whole mind full of ideas of combat this and get him started on the right track, hopefully in time for the next Gladiator Trial so he can finally gain the promotion she knows he deserves. There's a hardworking soul in there, she just needs to help get it out. Though her stature was considerably shorter than her trainees own, she puffed her white tuxedo chest and grew a small white grin. "Soldiers have to be aware at all moments; ready to jump into action any time, any place. We have a big day ahead of us. We're going to the marsh and the swallowing river, to see if both have thawed enough yet to start warning the Clan to steer clear." Her tone was cool, almost monotone in sound.
"Maybe if we sleep in, our enemies won't be so concerned about a morning attack and they'll do the same," he suggested. "Then we can all get some proper sleep and enjoy the morning. I bet sleeping through the sunrise makes it even more beautiful." Fighting the urge to yawn again, it had only been a few moments and he didn't want to overdo it, he stretched languidly then slipped toward the den's exit to join the deputy.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Do you know where an attitude like that gets you? Death. A quick one at that." She almost spat, though she didn't want to let herself get worked up already. The crowned took a deep breath and closed her eyes to exhale. "Listen- I don't want to have any problems. I want to watch you succeed and bring you to that point. Do you think we can get serious for just one day? One day and then we don't have to train for the rest of the week." Though, I will be sending you out on an extra patrol. She shook her pelt as she thought.
He brushed off her comment about death with ease; older cats were prone to overreacting when they failed to rouse his interests. It was kind of amusing, actually, though it got old quick. Sleetpaw considered her idea with a frown. It sounded too good to be true, especially when he knew he didn't really have a choice. He was going to end up training like it or not, so he didn't see the hard in agreeing.
"I suppose," he replied cautiously, eyes fixed on her now. "Just one day of training for a whole week off, huh?"
"Well, of course, there are always conditions." She hummed with amusement. "Maybe I'll lift them if I see some good work today." All day had been meetings and discussions about patrols and ceremonies. The forest cat was dying to finally get out and do something interesting for once. "We will go to the swallowing river first, and then the marsh- that way we can get some hunting in and stock the fresh-kill pile. We have some expecting mothers that will appreciate the extra portions." She flicked her tail towards the camp exit, her pelt almost itching in a mixture of anticipation and slight nerves.
He huffed. So it was too good to be true after all. Sleetpaw stretched one more, luxuriously arching his paw and extending his forelegs until his claws flexed, then straightened up and moseyed after her. "Queens always want extra prey," he said with a shake of his head and a bemused smile. And they thought he was greedy for sometimes taking extra prey! At least he was still hunting for everything he ate, and to feed the rest of the clan beforehand.
Diamondheart chuckled and shook her head. "Oh, trust me. If you knew what we go through, you'd want all the extra prey you could get." Her own daughter acts very much as he seems to, so she was starting to get a better grasp on how to interact with the tom. Though, Frostpaw acts out for... different reasons than he seems to. Her tone began to settle and become softer as time went on. She lead her trainee deep into the territory until they reached a large, thunderous river. Even from a few foxlegnths away, Diamondheart could feel the misting from the lapping rapids. "Be careful, and follow my lead closely."
He twitched his whiskers. "Yeah, but giving birth only takes, what, a day at most? You get free food before and after you have kits. It just sounds awfully easy, that's all I'm sayin'. I wouldn't mind that myself, but I don't think I'll be having kits myself anytime soon." Despite his laziness, he was visibly comfortable exploring outside of their camp, his tail swaying easily and his gaze alert but calm. His apparent dislike for waking up early did not mean he avoided spending time out in the territory, or that he was afraid to do so. Not even the river seemed to intimidate him, only make him more curious.
"If you say so," he replied, eyeing the waters but staying at her side.
She coudn't help but let a light giggle escape her mouth as she walked along the riverside. "When I have another litter I'll let you know so you can take the load for me." Her eyes grazed the rapids as the mist dampening her fur while the breeze reversed its work. "It thawed with good timing. This way those rogues will have to go around the long way if they want to try and breach our lands." She huffed with her last remark. While they hadn't formally adressed the clan about the rogue problem beyond their borders, the whispers and patrols have been very aparent. Half the reason Diamondheart chose to come this way to was remark their territory and borders around these parts. She wasn't scared of an attack or anything but it never hurt to be cautious.
"You're having more kits? Don't you have, like, something else to do?" He wrinkled his muzzle. After spending the first half of his life in the nursery, he thought he could go the rest of his life without willingly being subjected to that again. It was boring and crowded and stinky. At her mention of the rogues, his eyes narrowed, and Sleetpaw looked unusually serious as he stared across the river and into the darkness on the other side, like he could see the threatening enemies creeping closer in his mind. "Let them try. I'll shred their pelts to crowfood."
"You can't tell me what to do." She playfully mimicked his scrunched up nose and raised his expression with her own stuck out tounge. While her voice sounded fond, her memories were dark. She's not the emotional type but lonliness is the worst feeling in the world- and thats coming from someone who thrives in solitude. But, lets not dwell on the past. That's just depressing, and Diamondheart isn't that type.
"Be careful what you wish for. Rogues live by no code, no laws, no formation; they will not hesitate to take your life in the blink of an eye. Remember what I said about your attitude? Don't get too cocky either- that could be the death of you as well." She really didn't want to try and scare the poor trainee, but she was just being honest. She had seen this all too much in her time alone, and this was just the harsh reality of the life they lived: strike together, strike first, or be killed.
"I know. Let them come," he repeated grimly, unshaken. "If they're so dangerous, then it's my job to stop them, right? That's why I'm learning to fight, to protect my clan." He had never been as quick or as strong as his siblings, and he had quickly learned that even if he wanted to be, he couldn't be the protector of his family. Fine; that was fine, he'd do it his own way. Defending his borders would keep them all safe before the threat ever arrived. If he couldn't fight off the threat alone, then he'd do it with his clanmates at his side.
"Yes. That is your job, that is why you're learning how to fight. But you must never, ever fight alone. For one: that's just plain stupid. And two: while you are strong alone, you are strongest with the bonds of your clanmates. Idivdually, we are just scattered dustings," She wiped the snow covered ground below her with a long feathery black tail before continuing her speech, "but together, we are a blizzard. Do not forget that."
Sleetpaw rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever," he said. The intensity died from his tone, but remained in his eyes. He spoke as if he was blowing her off but there was serious weight to her words and he took them to heart, tucked them away in his mind to think over later. He knew she was right, he wasn't much of a fighter on his own and might never be, and he might always need his clanmates. But it did annoy him to think he would never be strong enough to fight on his own and be independent.
The molly sighed and shook her head. "You'll see. One day, you'll go off on your own as all young cats do your age. And you will learn that to be alone is one of the scariest things in the world." Her tone was as cold as the breeze that rushed through her fur. Diamondheart had always been a serious feline since she joined WinterClan seasons ago, yet no one but Valleystar knew the harsh reality she hid behind her words. She stared off at the horizon just beyond the rushing river for a moment, lost in the past.
Shaking the memories and sadness out of her pelt, she looked back at Sleetpaw with a light smile. "Lets just get this border marked and head over to the marsh. Have you been that way yet? Although its a dangerous part of our territory," as if it all wasn't dangerous, "it's a great place to just go and think. If you're the thinking type, of course." She raised a brow.
Sleetpaw rolled his eyes. His clanmates were all so dramatic. Countless rogues lived outside of the clans, and they seemed just fine. It wasn't like he would choose to live along on the top of a mountain like this one, he still thought his clan was mousebrained for ever settling in such a cold and barren place. It was as stubborn and cold as they were.
The silver tabby looked up at her with a twisted smile. "Me, the thinking type? Oh no, I'm dumber than a dead flea. I thought you knew."
She smiled and gave Sleetpaw a good shake of her head. "Oh, come now! Don't say that! Even dead fleas are smarter than you." She flicked her tail lightly at her last sharp jab. Was it too much for the trainee to take? She shrugged slightly. Sleetpaw was honestly a bright one, one of the brighter trainees the Clan had to offer. She knew he would make for a great soldier.... if she just sanded down some of those edges, at least.
She led the duo through the spruce and evergreens that towered overhead, acting almost like barriers for their land. The closer they got to the marsh, the less tall trees there were, until a clearing was reached dotted with dead oaks and pockets of frozen waters. Diamondheart sighed in relief. While the swallowing river had thawed over, the marsh hadn't fully thawed out yet. Being in the more northern part of territory this was as expected. Small tufts of grass shot through the glassy mix of iced water and mud that glistened in the sun. "Be careful when stepping over the ice. The ice here isn't as thick as places like the lake. These are shallow pools, and as such the ice will crack easily if you move in the wrong place." She warned the trainee as she herself began to move slowly over the land, looking out at the boundary of pines that circled the marsh's rather barren clearing.
Sleetpaw snorted but brushed it off. He wouldn't take insults seriously - it would almost wound his pride to do so, like he'd be admitting he did care about something after all. He knew how this worked, and if he gave even a little bit of ground, she'd take advantage of it. Let her know insults got under his fur and he'd probably never hear her stop mocking him. He had no interest in that.
As they approached the marsh he stifled the urge to roll his eyes again. He wasn't a snowbrain, he knew the ice was melting now that it was warmer out and might crack. He wasn't convinced the water was deep enough to cause him any harm even if he did fall in, but he agreed to one day of seriousness, so he'd steer around the ice if it was so important to her. Sleetpaw didn't care that much for keeping up his end of deals, especially since he doubted she would, but it wasn't that much extra work to keep this one. He skimmed around the edge of a muddle as he wove deeper into the marsh, prodding at the stiff grass with a silver forepaw.
