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Hallowpaw nods and slips into the croutch naturlly. She looks up at Grasswhisker  "Like this?" she looks back "or am I too uneven?"

The tabby tom let out a purr of approval and nodded vigorously. "Perfect!" he mewed. Wrapping his tail around his paws, Grasswhisker gestured for her to continue. "Try walking."

Hallowpaw nods and slinks forward for a few moments before she slips on a bit of wet ground. She growls and starts slashing up the ground.

Grasswhisker leaped to his feet and padded over to Hallowpaw, worry again filling his eyes. "Hey, hey, everyone messes up on wet ground. Don't get upset."

Hallowpaw looks up at Grasswisker tiredly "B-but I have to be perfict! I-If i dont I'll be a burden to the clan....I owe my life to Wingclan, I need to be perfict, I cant afford to make mistakes!" She trembles and looks away.

Grasswhisker stood there awkwardly, inwardly panicking. Crap. Crap. crapcrapcrap. "Um.." he mumbled, "Nobody's perfect, you know. There are tons of worse cats in the Clan than you." Blinked, he carefully laid his tail on the younger cat's shoulders, fighting for words to say. "I... I think you are one of the best apprentices out there. Honestly, I'm happy I got you and none of the others. You work hard, and trust me, you are an asset to the Clan."

Hallowpaw continues to tremble but she looks up slightly "But.....Im not clan, my parents could have been kittypets, I could be a kittypet! I only work so hard because I cant remember.... I was only allowed to join because I was a kit, and because I couldnt remember.... Im always going to be the half drowned kit found in some old rotten tree stump... The one that acts weird and talks to the voice-" She cuts herself off and looks away.

Summerpaw nodded to Leafblaze and silently stalked around in the high grass, making sure that the scent of the rabbit was where she had scented it before. Peeking up a little out of the grass, she lined her self up with Leafblaze, and started to move forward. As she moved, she stumbled, hitting a rock that she hadn't seen on the ground before. The rabbit, startled, started to run. It was only coicidence that it happened to run straight at Leafblaze because the wind was moving in the opposite direction.

The brown and white tabby she-cat watched her apprentice with attentive, leaf-green eyes. Her ears perked as she heard a small rock clatter, Summerpaw stumbling. The rabbit took off, surprisingly in the right direction. Leafblaze lunged forward as the rabit came her way. Claws extending, she felt them sink into the surprised rabbit, quickly ending it. She looked up at Summerpaw, her whiskers twitching. "You already know what you did wrong..." she mewed. "Your stalking was good until you tripped up. Remember to watch your surroundings as well as your prey." Leafblaze then gave a small smile. "But prey is prey and at least we caught this one. You'll get it perfect soon, I'm sure," she meowed, absolutely confident in her apprentice. "We've been out for a while now...We'd better head back in to camp." Bending down, she picked up their catch and then motioned with a wave of her tail for Summerpaw to follow her back to camp.

Windflight crouched and sliped through the tall grass and listened, she did a long low leap and landed on top of a large vole, after snapping it's neck she sent a thanks to StarClan for this prey. she dug a small hole and put the vole there, then slinked through the grass again till she got a mouse. Then she picked up the vole and carried then both back to the spot just before Spingpaw got back.  "Good jod Sringpaw, now lets go back to camp" She told her Apprentice, "Where'd you find that Rabbit?"

Springpaw's eyes glowed with the praise, and she spat out fur before answering. "There's a warren right down there," she pointed with her small pink nose, "If we are careful, we might get some more like this." She smiled proudly at her fat catch, then picked it up tenderly as they prepared to leave.

Grasswhisker blinked quickly, scanning the nearby savannah for a she-cat. Mouse-dung, no one. "You.. You don't act wierd! And lots of cats in our Clan come from kittypet roots. Um, it's not your blood that matters. It's, uh, you!" His tail rapidly swishing with his desperation to help her, the tabby warrior reached forward to gently lick her ear, attempting to comfort her. "Do.. Do you want to go back to camp, then?" He asked timidly after a moment of silence.

Hallowpaw flattens her ears and pulls away from Grasswhisker, she looks up at him with a glare, his studering makeing her think he was lying. The small she-cat stands up "yes." she murmers curtly, the simple word like a unsheathed blow. 

The tom flinched back inwardly, stung. Narrowing his eyes, the warrior stood up and turned cold, poisonous emerald eyes on the younger cat. "Excuse me?" He hissed softly, anger sharpening his words. "I am your mentor. You are the apprentice. You are to treat me with respect, not like I am one of your little friends." He let out a cold, hard laugh. "You say you were a kit? Well, I find that hard to believe. You sure don't act nearly as mature as other cats your age. Go back to camp. Now. And if you think you can act like that again, I'll see what Maplestar thinks about giving you a rank more age-appropriate." With those words, Grasswhisker whipped around and stalked back to camp, tail slashing at the air as he fought to not rip the brat to shreds.

Hallowpaw follows Grasswhisker but after a few moments of thinking, she padss past him "I have no friends." she runs twords camp.

Thistlefrost made his way into the territory with Silverstep and the kittypet-loner Wheatley. He stayed quiet for now, which was unusual as he escorted Wheatley towards the border, her steps silent on the grasses.

Wheatley shrugged, unknowing if the question was directed to him. He really didn't know and seeing how Hollyfire had acted, did she really care if she wouldn't see him again? He breathed evenly, waiting for the moments alone, waiting for the time he can just let his emotions that were tearing at his insides free, He was burning from the inside out, "Probably go to the city where I used to live. Alone." He said finally, his voice quiet and almost without emotion.

Thistlefrost heard the tom's flat, hard words. A mask, obviously, becuase no one could be rejected so openly and not feel a thing. "Others like you should be in the city. Maybe try and find them," he mewed finally, and for once his voice didn't hold its usual note of sarcasm. The tom's silver eyes scanned the area as he flanked Wheatley on the opposite side.

"You don't have to escort me anymore. I can find my own way back." Wheatley said, blinking in thanks to them even though his heart felt twisted beneath his pelt. Picking up the mouse from the ground, he pelted across them Savannah to the city, his long legs carrying him faster than they ever could. He needed to get distance, he needed to get away. He needed a release, alone with only himself. He needed her.