Wolfpaw's Training

Sootheart woke up to the cool morning of Leaf-Fall. She was just assigned her first apprentice, but she felt something was not just right. It seemed to her that Wolfpaw did not like her at all, if not hated her, and she could not work out why. But they would have to train anyway. She shook her head and slowly padded up to the apprentice's den, hoping Wolfpaw was ready for the training.

He sunk his long claws into the ground, a strange satisfaction glittering in his stomach at the way the ground parted to allow them entry, and he thought about how good it would feel to sink them into a piece of prey or an enemy warrior, defending his clan from the threat of invasion. But to get to that point you have to train, Wolfpaw reminded himself, standing up and arching his back in a long stretch before deciding he would find a warrior to train with, or go out himself. Satisfied with his choice, he exited the den and almost bumped straight into his mentor, the she-cat who he despised so, so much. "Oh, hello Sootheart," his voice was taut as he held back clear malice, and he took a few paces back. "Is there... a reason you're here?" the apprentice asked, flexing his claws once more but now out of impatience. Why do mollies always get in the way?

(ooc: just to clarify bc i feel so mean, he just hates women, soot is amazing!)

(OOC: no problem, I get it :) also sorry for the late reply!!! I was too busy preparing for an exam X( )

"It's time to train." Sootheart bit her lips nervously, "After all, I am appointed as your mentor." It was the first time for her to mentor. She was not sure whether she could be a good mentor - But to be a great warrior, one would also need to be a good mentor. "We are heading for the Marshes if you are ready." It was a good sign that Wolfpaw did not look as upset as he was at his apprentice ceremony. She could only hope things would go smoothly in the following training.