[would] it *K I L L *you?? (Shads)

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The warm rays of the sun poured into the windclan camp and onto the back of a well built ebony tom. His long tail snaked back and forth slowly, waiting patiently. The apathetic tom didn’t mind waiting in the least, and he honestly had not been waiting for long. He was sure his newly appointed apprentice would show up soon. So for the time being Duskfall simply enjoyed the feel of the warm sun on his back. It was a nice day and the wind had decided to find some other part of their territory to torture. The tom wondered what this day would hold for him. The young tom had never had an apprentice before, and it would be a new experience for him.

The ebony cat swiveled his grey-blue eyes around the camp, settling on his haunches and turning his skull towards the apprentice den, hoping to spot Valiantpaw. He had told the apprentice to meet him here. In order that they may spend the day training. For according to the warrior code this was what an apprentice and mentor were supposed to do. He reminded himself that he was a indeed a mentor now. The title came with responsibilities, ones that the uncaring tom wasn’t sure he wanted. Tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes he simply let his thoughts fall away, refusing to let it bother him.

Opening his washed out blue eyes the black tom spotted a cat making their way out of the apprentice den. He rose up, hoping it was Valiantpaw. Suddenly wondering how exactly he was supposed to train an apprentice. This was sure to be a new experience for both of them. It was unfortunate that Dusk hardly knew anything about the cat. Then again he didn’t make it his business to know much about any cat. The tom was fairly solitary and spent most of his time away from the clan. With a sigh he padded toward the entrance hoping to get a better look at his new apprentice. The tom was ready to at least give this his best shot. He owed it to his clan, for when it came down to it the tom was very loyal.

[shads]

valiant{PAW}

--normally when the sun rose, so did Valiant. But, of course, on the one day it mattered, he overslept. Waking fitfully into an empty apprentice den, the apprentice rose quickly. He had been dreaming of a past he didn't remember. He quickly groomed his tortieshell fur, making sure he was presentable. He hated not being well-groomed, no matter if this was his first day of training or not. He was not the most social of toms, or cats for that matter, and he hoped that by getting a mentor it would perhaps release him from his shell that had encaged him for a lifetime too long. Taking several deep breaths the tom remembered to be calm and not act like a typical young cat of his age would. That was not who he was. He had been forced to mature quickly, and that was exactly how he would act.

--After taking his calming breaths, the tom emerged to see his mentor, Duskfall, waiting for him rather close to the den. I wonder how long he has been waiting... He wouldn't say anything about it unless the warrior asked, though, for he was not one for having small talk. He found it useless and didn't know why it existed. Pleasantires to him were of a dying era. Dipping his head to the tom, Valiantpaw began to sit down, but then remembered they wouldn't train in camp. stupid fool! he cursed himself in his mind. Not like it mattered. He quickly corrected himself and tilted his head toward the entrance and exit of camp. "Shall we go then?" He felt as if he might've overstepped his bounds, but, of course, the words were out of his mouth before he could control them. Calm Valiant. Remember your name..

--Oh yes, why not remember a name that you didn't remember why you had gotten. Yes, thank you mind for making me feel like an idiot in my own thoughts. He cursed himself silently, hoping and praying that Duskfall didn't find him too forward or prideful. Because really, he was just the opposite. Hell, since he had gotten out here he hadn't once looked his own mentor in the eye. Instead, his own vivid green eyes were focused on the ground, and he had no intention of lifting them. Taking the intiative, and really wishing to run on the moorlands, Valiantpaw headed toward the exit. He headed there slowly, giving Duskfall time to react and take the lead out of camp. If he happened to reach it before his mentor, then he would simply wait. Hopefully, though, it wouldn't come down to that.

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