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    snow
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    s n o w p a w
    in camp with goldenswan

    It was chilly, Snowpaw’s breath forming tiny clouds from her mouth as she took a tentative step out of the apprentice’s den. No snow, she thought with a soft sigh of relief, wanting to relish the crisp autumn weather a bit more. It was a busy day for camp apparently; warriors and apprentices alike were exiting and entering the clearing in clumps, kits tumbling about while their mother’s watched on, and even the elders had ventured outside their den to drink in the fresh air. It certainly was leaf-fall, and despite the cold breeze, the sun shone down onto RiverClan’s camp. Feeling her white and gray pelt warmed by the sun, the young molly arched her back and stretched out her shoulders, blue eyes blinking curiously about her. Her mentor, Darktorrent, had awoken her at dawn to let her know that she’d be training with a warrior today. Something about deputy stuff was holding him up, but he promised to take her hunting later at least.

    Feeling a bit awkward, Snowpaw gentle trotted over to the center of camp, blue eyes scanning the warriors for her training partner. Upon no appearance, the apprentice retreated to the edge of the clearing, settling down on her haunches and getting comfortable. She began to groom her pelt, smoothing down all the stuck up spots of fur so she looked clean and neat. Once she’d finished, the gray and white molly sunk down onto her belly, fluffy tail coiling around herself. She’d only been an apprentice for a moon and this was her first time out without her mentor. Nervousness clawed at her belly as she rested her head on her paws, and waited for her companion.

    #8305
    annika (obi)
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    goldenswan

    the momma bear of riverclan

    Goldenswan crept back into camp in the early hours of the day, dawn’s light just starting to trickle over the horizon. Her golden pelt, ever pristine and sleek, gleamed brightly in the sunlight, tabby stripes mottling the colors like pale shadows across her body. The molly had already made her morning rounds on the shore, scouting for the feathers often left behind by seabirds. The warrior was not a morning cat by any means, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Darktorrent had requested that she train his apprentice for the day, and that meant that she needed to scout for bedding a little earlier than normal. Hustling to her nest, she carefully placed a small bundle of feathers amidst the moss and down already there. She would organize it later—right now the little gray and white she-cat was waiting for her outside. Amber eyes glittered as she exited the den once more, now on a direct path for the target of her interest. Darktorrent hadn’t told her much about Snowpaw’s training, but she knew the molly was still young, with plenty to learn about the ways of a warrior.

    She nodded as she approached, rubbery lips quirking up into a gentle smile. The poor thing looked nervous. There was no need, Goldenswan was nothing if not kind to the young souls of the clan. “Hello there, darling. It’s a pleasure to see you, Snowpaw. I trust Darktorrent told you of our plan today. I hope to offer just as quality of training as he would.” Her whiskers twitched as she spoke this, a small huff of laughter bubbling up in her chest. The older warrior had plenty of experience to share, and had certainly trained her fair share of apprentices in her time. There was no need for theatrics, but she hoped her words soothed Snowpaw nonetheless. “Come, love. We’ll be practicing your dive hunting today, before it gets too cold to full submerge ourselves. Let’s head to the shore, alright?” She cocked her slender skull toward the camp entrance. “Do you know the way? If so, lead ahead, my dear.”

    #8321
    snow
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    s n o w p a w
    in camp with goldenswan

    The sound of pawsteps made the gray and white molly’s ears swivel forward, her blue eyes focusing on the elegant frame of Goldenswan approaching her. The intent in her step and gaze made the apprentice scramble to her paws, realizing this was her stand-in mentor for today. Sitting up straight, Snowpaw offered her a nervous smile, shuffling her paws beneath her. I wish Milkpaw was going to train with me today, but I know he’s busy with his mentor…  she thought longingly, wishing her littermate would join her.

    Goldenswan’s words earned Snowpaw’s attention, her pink nose twitching softly as she listened intently. Nodding solemnly, she felt her fur prickle with uneasiness. Hunting under the river in leaf-fall made the little molly shiver with anticipation. Cold, but Snowpaw enjoyed impressing warriors with how easily she understood and picked up techniques. Her sibling wasn’t as attentive or eager as she was, but it didn’t deter Snowpaw’s enthusiastic attitude. “Oh! Yes, ma’am I know the way!” she squeaked, rising to a standing position and trotting out of camp. She wasn’t normally so formal with the warriors, but Darktorrent was the deputy, so of course, his apprentice should be as polite and diligent as she can be!

    It didn’t take long for the pair to arrive to their destination, Snowpaw standing over the waters edge with a curious gleam in her eye. The apprentice enjoyed hunting, but the chilly water certainly made her anxious. She was quite small, her frame built more like a 5-month-old kit rather than a 7 moon apprentice. Her stature didn’t seem to bother her as Snowpaw often sparred with her older denmates. Turning to Goldenswan, she waved her fluffy tail in the air. “Is here a good spot?” she mewed lightly, whiskers quivering.

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    #8331
    annika (obi)
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    goldenswan

    the momma bear of riverclan

    Goldenswan’s chest rumbled in a soft peal of laughter as she watched the apprentice lead the way, addressing her in such a formal manner.‘Ma’am’… Now I truly feel old.’ She reflected, blue eyes glittering with amusement. Darktorrent seemed to be teaching the young molly her manners, if nothing else. True to her word, Snowpaw certainly did know the route, and they arrived there in a matter of minutes. The water bubbled past, swirling with its usual lazy current. Now that they were further downstream, where the waters slowed, they could avoid the dangerous undercurrents that were a potentially deadly hazard to young apprentices. She watched the apprentice eye the waters with uncertainty, and hummed. “It’s a lovely spot. Don’t worry dear. The water may be chilly, but we RiverClanners are blessed with thick coats that keep us plenty warm. You’ll get used to it quickly, and you should dry off well in the mid-day sun.” The pale sunlight was already strengthening, in fact, as the sun continued its lazy arc up the sky.

    She slowly waded into the waters from the bank, gliding effortlessly into the current and swimming a few circles while she awaited Snowpaw. Once the apprentice had joined her, she treaded water as she explained the day’s lesson. “While fishing from the banks can be an easy way to secure prey, during the colder months fish and other creatures like to nestle closer to the bottom, often burying themselves in the mud. It’s essential to practice our diving so that we can continue to provide for our clan-mates in these months. Today, we’ll work on your diving skills and see what kind of creatures we can catch to bring back for our clan. Watch closely now, love.” She blinked, and was gone, full submerged in the waters. Using her paws to scope out the muddy river bottom, she peered around in the dark waters. There!’ A dark shape darted past her right paw. Ducking forward, she used the bottom of the river to propel herself forward, powerful jaws snapping shut on the tail of a small fish, just before it could escape between a few rocks. She pushed off of the bottom once more, erupting through the surface with the fish waggling between her jaws. She crunched down, ending its struggles, and tossed it to the bank. “Now, under the water, it can be hard to see what’s in front of you. What do you think you can do to make up for that?”

    #8335
    snow
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    s n o w p a w
    training with goldenswan

    The young Molly shivered with anticipation, grateful for her thick coat of fur that blanketed her bodice. She watched with round eyes as Goldenswan effortlessly waded into the water, her long legs churning against the current as she dove beneath the black surface. Reappearing moments later, she tossed a slick fish onto the bank, offering words of encouragement to Snowpaw. The gray and white apprentice was certainly nervous, but the cold water and swimming part didn’t have much to do with it. She was fearful of making a fool out of herself in front of the warrior. 

    Peering over the banks edge, she twitched an ear as she thought long and hard. “It can’t be smell… maybe sound or touch?” she mewed lightly, thick tail lashing behind her at a leisure pace. “Touch might be too late though,” she mused, thinking harder. “A fish might brush past you but it’ll be too late to catch. Maybe the sound of the waves the fish make when they swim?” Her blue eyes were narrowed to slits in concentration as she nodded, settling on that answer. “It makes the most sense to me, at least,” she added bashfully, hoping her answer was enough to earn her some praise-even if it was incorrect.

    #8394
    annika (obi)
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    goldenswan

    the momma bear of riverclan

    She blinked fondly over at the young molly, whose brow was furrowed in concentration. Water streamed from between her ears, slipping down her fur as if it was made of duck feathers. The apprentice reminded her fondly of her years as an apprentice, though they were regretfully far behind her. The childish eagerness to please and the boundless energy of youth—oh how she missed those days. Goldenswan nodded along with Snowpaw, lips crooking into a pleased smile as the younger feline worked her way logically through the concept. “Very good, Snowpaw.” She praised, once the molly had settled on an answer. “While I wouldn’t count your sense of touch out entirely, sound is certainly our greatest ally underwater. We can use our paws to guide ourselves along the bottom, while we must keep our ears pricked for the sound of our fishy friends trying to sneak past. Sometimes, they’re even foolish enough to brush against our whiskers, and then…” Clack! Her jaws snapped shut.

    “Why don’t you join me in the water, dove? Take a moment to adjust to the chill, and then we’ll work on your diving first, before we start putting it to use.” She waited for the molly to join her in the lazy current, careful to stay downstream of the smaller feline in case she lost her grip on the riverbed. A slip wouldn’t be dangerous in this part of the river, but falling into the cold water all at once would be quite an abrupt shock. “Now, has Darktorrent taught you anything about diving? Have you had practice with holding your breath, or swimming upstream?” Those were fundamental skills in a RiverClan apprentice’s training, but Goldenswan knew the little she-cat was still relatively new to the whole training thing.

    #8465
    snow
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    s n o w p a w
    training with goldenswan

    Listening intently, the white and gray molly nodded slowly, her fur brushing out instinctively as she dipped a toe in the water. Whiskers quivering nervously, the tiny she-cat slowly waded into the chilly river, the black water lapping at her belly fur as she edged out closer to Goldenswan. “We did a bit when I was first apprenticed, but then it got cold so we focused more on land hunting and battle training,” she mewed lightly, gripping the pebbles underpaw fiercely. Trying to remember her previous sessions, the little molly lost herself in thought, losing her footing and tipping into the water with a squeal. Thankfully, the current was cold, not strong, this morning. 

    A moment later her furry head popped up, coughing slightly as she waded toward her stand-in mentor. “I’m okay! I promise!” she squeaked, blinking water from her eyes. Finding her footing once more, the apprentice locked her legs and held her position, sneezing softly as water streamed out of her small pink nose. “I’m used to the water now at least!” she mewed eagerly, white fur slicked down against her thin frame.

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