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(Today was my making rps day so I figured I may as well start the thread xD) Jadie
Dawningpaw had been held back two moons from being an apprentice due to sickness, but now she was back on her paws again! Sure her training was a bit delayed, but she was just happy that a mentor had been chosen for her this late in the game. She had woken up at dawn to paint orange flowers along her fur before setting off to find Discordantmelody.
Dawningpaw was a dark auburn agouti tabby, deep shadowy brown rosette markings pooled over her fur in delicately woven bengal patterns. She looked exotic, tropical even from the flowers painted along her fur. Her life was pretty ordinary despite lacking a father that everyone, but her seemed to know. Her mistletoe green gaze searched for Discordantmelody in camp before seating herself back down by the apprentices den. That would be the natural place for her mentor to look for her after all.
"You're an eager one, aren't you?" Discordantmelody was late. Not extremely late, mind you, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, but it certainly wasn't a good way to start their first training session. Or maybe it had already started. She approached her apprentice with her trademark bemused smile and rather simple body paint. She wore less than most SunClan cats only because she had a penchant for wandering and didn't like to be marked as one of the Sun God's followers when screwing around in the League.
"I'm very lucky to have such a well-rounded apprentice. Poor Sparrowflight has it rough with Jetpaw, I was worried I'd have to drag you out of your nest," Dawningpaw, huh? Her half-sister as well as her niece. Funk E'tan tended to make family trees complicated like that, he couldn't help it, he had worse impulse control than even Discordantmelody. It also seemed that, for whatever reason, the other she-cat didn't know her father. Funny. A stranger would peg her as Funk's in a heartbeat. Those rosettes were trademark, "Well, follow me, today I'm going to teach you some very important lessons so make sure you listen closely. I loath repeating myself."
