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(Spiderheart) It would seem she'd accidentally visited one of the emissaries rather than the cat she was tasked with training. Though enjoying the sunrise with Quietpaw had been nice. She was a little disappointed she hadn't done so with Rangerpaw, who she was actually tasked to.
Oh well, the starry silver gray form of Skysong half ran half skipped as she crossed the land to get to where Rangerpaw was at. He'd finished whatever tasks he was doing for his first day, and with the sun starting to sink towards the horizon, it felt like a good time for Skysong to make her entrance, while the land was bathed with light.
Rangerpaw wasn't like Quietpaw, she was going to have to approach him more carefully if she was going to be helpful.
Perhaps it was a good thing she wasn't rousing him first thing in the morning after all, but rather coming to join him during the day.
"Greetings and salutations!" She purred as she came up beside Rangerpaw, plopping down next to him. "How has your day been my student?" She asked voice warm.
Rangerpaw flattened his ears as the silver she-cat made herself comfortable beside him, what was she going on about calling him her student and what made her think she was welcome to interrupt him. He had finally gotten the chance to relax after spending most of the day gathering moss for new nests, he was almost positive every den was now clear of old stale moss. "It was long, and boring." His voice was monotone and there was a growl rumbling in his throat. "Who are you anyway?" He looked over the she-cat half-heartedly his green eyes holding a questioning look.
