Git'er Dun [closed]

The camp was very quickly springing to life as the sun set in the distance. As the last rays licked the top of the tall marsh grass and the brambles surrounding the camp, Bramblepaw padded out of his den and towards the entrance of camp. He heard that he was going to be training today, but he wasnt thrilled with who he was with. Alfalfatuft... he wondered how this would play out.

Dragging his paws towards the camp entrance where Bramblepaw stood, Alfalfatuft let out a sigh. Great Silverpelt did he hate patrols and even more so; training apprentices. "Come on, let's get this over with," the plump warrior mumbled as he walked past Bramblepaw and out of the camp entrance and not waiting for the young tom to catch up.

As the warrior walked past him, Bramblepaw scramble to his feet and followed behind quietly, unsure of how to approach this training session. He hoped it was going to go well, but this was Alfalfatuft...

"What do ya know about hunting," the grumpy, plump warrior mewed and finished with a yawn. Through taking apprentices on patrols here and there, he'd come up with a decent strategy to decrease the amount of time he had to talk; ask a question that required the apprentice to think and talk.