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Raging gales howled outside and swept through the cave system, filling what was normally a relatively quiet camp with a haunting crescendo and buffeting all the inhabitants of WinterClan's immaculate sanctuary with blistering winds. Chivalrouskit was thankful for his lineage in this moment, fluffing up his thick fur against the gusts that threatened to freeze snowflakes against bare skin. He couldn't resist a shiver though, and after a few more minutes of bravery the ferocious storm, he slipped into the nearest crevice, admittedly not his best idea for he would soon come face-to-face with Pomegranatepaw. He skidded to a halt in time to avoid running into her. Reminding himself that this was Wintrystar's daughter, he straightened up to look bigger than he already was, being among the larger of the kits, and cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh... sorry. I thought no one would here," he mumbled.
Pomgranatepaw eyed the kit from where she had been enjoying an afternoon nap. The wind was too strong outside to go out hunting or training. Unless she wanted to practice her skills in the clearing as many others did, she had the day to herself. So here she was, relaxing as the winds hollowed their melody through camp. "Well I'm here and I will not be leaving. So do as you wish." Now awake, she turned her thoughts to grooming her fur, clearly if a kit was going to wonder in here then she had no chance of a nap happening again.
Stuck between rudely leaving and rudely hovering where he stood, the kit occupied himself with circling the cave and inspecting it from bottom to top. It looked much larger than the nursery, but he felt a lot colder here than he did snuggled next to his siblings, though he was sure his nerves were part of the reason he felt the chill so much stronger. "Um," he started, wracking his brain for something to say, left a little wordless in the presence of the apprentice. "What's training like? It sounds really tough-- I mean, my uncle Arduousjourney says it can be, but I'm not worried."
Pomegrantepaw narrowed her eyes at the kit, so he wasn't leaving, great. "It's supposed to be tough, how else do you expect to get stronger. WinterClan doesn't house the weak, if you think we do then you can just leave now." She was harsh in her words but no less honest in how she felt. The she-cat was blunt like that and wouldn't stand for any kind of weakness around her. "You should start training now. I did at your age and look how much better I am than all my peers."
"I don't," he piped immediately, but quieted as Pomegranatepaw continued. She was right; he had seen her practicing amongst the other apprentices, Wintrystar's brood standing out with how practiced and disciplined they seemed to be. He'd been enraptured by their skill and how they were like instruments crafted specifically to carry out WinterClan's wrath. Chivalrouskit envied it, but until now he had never thought to start honing his own abilities, not until she pointed it out. "Would you teach me how? I don't want to do it wrong and have to start all over when I get promoted."
Pomegranatepaw wasn’t keen on kits, to her they were an annoyance that had to be in order to keep providing WinterClan with soldiers. Honestly, the she-cat can never see herself having her own litter, and if she did, she sure wouldn’t be the one raising them. In truth, she’d probably kill them in annoyance before they make it to being warriors. Nonetheless, this kit was right. She couldn’t see starting any training only to do it wrong. “Will you actually listen if I teach you? I have no time for kits, especially ones who think and don’t act. So how determined are you to be the best? Just know, you’ll never be as good as myself.”
woof psst question who’s his family’s bd what plans do you have for him? Might do an affair or fling to soemthing later with him. I could so see that happening with Pomegranatepaw
(his father is morningfrost rped by tigerclover, but he's basically been adopted by stygian at this point. not many plans for him yet, but he's going to be closeted gay, presenting as heterosexual, so a noncommittal fling would definitely work for him!)
He was scared she'd just shoo him off and dismiss his request without a second thought, so the pause Pomegranatepaw took to consider it relaxed him, broad shoulders easing back. "Of course I'll listen. I'll do exactly as you say," he assured her. "I want to be strong. I want to be a good soldier for Wintrystar when I'm older."
Pomegranatepaw eyed him, judging the honesty of his words one last time before nodding her head. She rose to her paws, shaking out her fur. “Well let’s see what you’ve got then. Show me your form.” She towered over him, eyes downcasted to see him. The student was an intimidating creature and even more so as she assessed all that he could do. Already, the she-cat knew she wouldn’t go easy on him, and if he showed any signs of weakness or slacking off she’d end their training in a heart beat. She wouldn’t waste her time, even on potential talent.
