The young speckled she-cat blinked as a ray of early morning light broke through the den. Her pale green eyes blinked slowly as she readjusted to the familiar world around her. Her eyes glazed around the room, taking in the other sleeping bodies scattered throughout, their small bodies rising slowly as they inhaled and exhaled, lost in their own dream lands. Today was the day. The mental reminder had Chestnutpaw smiling widely as she raised her head slowly, her pale green orbs taking in the view of the camp from where she laid. In a careful and slow movement, the young she-cat rose to her paws, careful not to wake the others in the den. Once she was in the clear, her pace quicken with excitement, her vision targeting the form of a cat that sat outside the witch's den. And just like that, her life was finally beginning. All her dreams of being a witch, all the taunting from her clan mates, all the doubts, everything led up to this moment.

"Good morning Earlybloom." Chestnutpaw spoke up cheerfully, her tone softer than usual as she was careful not to be too loud, despite no other cats being around. Her round eyes were big and bright as they took in her new mentor "I am really honored to start training with you!" She breathed, her smile wide and bright as she sat down eagerly at her mentor's paws.

Chestnutpaw followed closely behind the Witch's trail, her pale green eyes bright with determination. The young she-cat's legs quivered slightly as they made their way towards the fresh kill pile. Chestnutpaw could tell if it was the rush of excitement, the morning chill, nerves or a lack of food in her system, but regardless, she manage to stand tall alongside her new mentor. With no hesitation, the she-cat grabbed the first kill nearest to her, a rather cold and stiff vole, but she didn't care. Everything in her itched to finish the meal as soon as she could to start her training. Anyone looking in would have thought the emotions felt by the she-cat was too much, but the opportunity mean't more to Chestnutpaw than anyone could imagine. Growing up in Winterclan, she was the runt of the litter, with little to no strength or will to fight compared to all her other littermates. Everything changed when Chestnutpaw began to notice the Witches and their work. Something in it called to her, charmed her curiosity. She got heckle from her litter-mates, taunting her that she would never make it and become the weakest Warrior to shame Winterclan, but she never believed it, because she had hope.

As the two she-cat's made their way to the den, Chestnutpaw could feel the strange feeling melt down to her paws, making them tingle as they stepped into the Witch's den. The powerful mixture of herbal smells hit the she-cat's senses hard, causing her to stop and blink for a couple of moments before plopping down in front of her mentor, dropping the vole quickly and taking a deep inhale of air. The smells, despite being rather strong, brought a sense of comfort and relief to Chestnutpaw. This wasn't a dream, it was real.

[Sorry for the long wait! I appreciate your patience with me! ;o;]

Chestnutpaw listened intently, her green eyes wide with excitement as she took in the Witch. "Oh yes, yes that sounds good!" She agreed, taking a quick bite of her vole without ever taking her eyes off the she-cat before her, overtly fearful of missing one second of this magical moment.

Chestnutpaw's bright smile lit her her already bright expression as she took in her mentor's words. "I am very happy to be your pupil too!" she quipped up, her sweet voice only rising high with excitement, but the serious question brought the young cat's emotions down as she took a few moments to think heavily on what to say. "To be honest," she spoke up, her voice rather somber compared to her previous expression "I don't want to make a mistake." she admitted rather quietly as she contemplated the idea more in her head. "I know we all make mistakes but I don't want to, I'm scared to." She looked up at Earlybloom, concern evident in the bright pair of pale green eyes. "I want to learn everything I can to make sure I can truly help everyone in the best way I can."

The Pupil's eyes fell as she absorbed the Witch's words. The heaviness of the perspective caused the young Pupil's stomach to twist. The clan would rely on her one day, without Earlybloom and frankly that thought scared her, more she wanted to let be known, but the she-cat's words gave her a sense of peace and clarity on the journey ahead. With the trust of her clan, she grew faith in herself and her abilities.

Chestnutpaw looked back up at her mentor with a bright smile "I think I understand what you are saying Earlybloom." She meowed quietly, looking back down at her vole with a new look of determination "I'll work hard!" She took another bite of her vole as another wave a excitement rippled through her small body.

"How did you feel when you first started your training?" Chestnutpaw spoke out curiously, surprisingly even herself by the sudden forwardness. She guessed that the mixture of excitement and faith gave her confidence a boost enough to manage to spit out a rather personal question before her mind could realize what she was doing. At this point it was too late to take it back, so the pupil laid patiently, looking up at her mentor with an inquisitive yet anxious look.

The declaration made the young apprentice's face glow. Since as long as she could remember, there was so much ridicule in her stunted size and weak demeanor. She was always taunted and pushed around by the other kits. Not even the grown cats could confidently tell her she could be a great warrior. It was all so discouraging until she learned about the Witches and their responsibilities. It was like a bulb went off in her mind, heart and soul and she knew that was her destiny. It was a relief and awe to hear someone else other than herself believe the same too...

Chestnutpaw listened on, her already wide eyes widening with intrigue as Earlybloom recounted her tale. "Wow... you went through all that?" She asked in visible shock. No one had ever talked about Earlybloom's history. All the cats only praised her skills and attitude. "I am really learning from the best aren't I?!" She quietly gushed, her pale green eyes shinning with admiration as she leaned over her morsel, forgetting the remainder of her fresh kill all together as she took in her mentor in a different, much grander light.