[ti]Private[/ti]Finch vs Finch vs Moss

[Dofferz!]

Whatever it was that made Bearstar believe he was ready to be a mentor, something must of whacked her good in the head heartbeats before. That, or she had made some strange slip of the tongue and was too late to take it back. Perhaps she hadn't even made him Finchpaw's mentor and Finchtongue had disregarded that for the sole sake of his name sake. But alas, he would teach this mini Finchtongue everything he knew. He would do it proudly. Meteorfall would be so proud of him.

Of course he wanted his beloved and favourite son to tag along, as well. He would therefore stay in the camp because he knew the Warrior Code stated that kits couldn't leave camp. He had followed that rule himself up until the time called that he had to leave camp. That was besides the point! Finchtongue was simply very excited. Today he would show not just Finchpaw the wonders of moss, but also he could teach his son just how not scary his name sake was. Moss was nothing to be afraid of. Mosses had blessed them with the spongy, green substance for a reason!

"Finchpaw!" Finchtongue would squeak, bounding up to the young kit, puffing his chest out in pride. Finchtongue the Wise. "Mosskit..? Mosskit!" he would call for his son, eyes wide as he noticed that the child was not around currently. Hopefully the child would hear him and come! He had made sure to tell him that he had had something very special planned for the silver kit today. Apprentice for a day.

Besides, Meteorfall needed a queen's break.
It was like a win win!

"Finchpaw," Finguetongue purred, turning his attention back to his poor apprentice. "Today I've the absolute best lesson planned! I can't wait to show you!!"

[finchcall]

Finchpaw's insides tingled with excitement, this was her first Training session. Ever since she was a kit she had waited for this moment. Her paws were itching to learn all the ways of a warrior.

I am not going to mess this up. She thought.

She took a deep breath and prepared for her training session.

"What is it?!" She meowed, her fur prickling with enthusiasm.

Her excited face turned to confusion when she noticed Mosskit, standing beside his father proudly.

What is he doing here? She thought, trying to keep the words inside.

[silverfang218]

Mosskit never fails to come running when he hears the call of his parents or grandparents. He runs nose first into Finchtongue’s leg without really paying attention to where he’s going. He hops right back onto his paws again, though, not at all hurt or upset that he just wiped out. “What, what?” He squeaks up to his dad, sounding a bit hyped up at being called.

His gaze finds Finchpaw, a cat he hasn’t been introduced to yet. “Hiya, hiya, I’m Mosskit!” He cheerily greets her, trotting up to the apprentice and rubbing against Finchpaw’s legs as a super friendly way to say hello.

[finchcall]

Finchpaw was surprised the warrior was allowing the kit to stay here, but she believed her mentor knew best so she didn't question him.

"Hello Mosskit!" The she-cat mewed, trying to hide her confused expression. "I'm Finchpaw." She said as she licked the kit between the ears.

Finchpaw wondered what to say. She felt like is she said the wrong thing she would be punished or scolded.

"What are you doing so far away from the nursery?" The young cat asked, curiosity and fear flowing through her veins.

The young apprentice dared not to say anything to her clan. She didn't want to mess up her first training session, but what if she was breaking the warrior code by not saying anything?

Is this right? She asked herself.

[Dofferz!]

Ah, yes! He was awaiting that question!! His apprentice was so excited already. Starclan, he was gonna be such a good mentor he could taste it! "You'll have to wait and see!" Finchtongue would purr, eyes gleaming as his son came running. A good boy he was. And when Mosskit ran headlong into his leg, Finch couldn't be any less surprised. Mosskit learned everything he knew from his father. With a smile, the tom would give his son a happy pat before he ran off to greet Finchpaw.

"Finchpaw is my prodigy!" he proudly told his kit before focusing back at the task on hand. He had thought long and hard about what today's lesson would be, and it was only right that they start with the very same task he had on his first day as an apprentice. Was only fitting. Perhaps Finchtongue would switch it up a little bit just because he knew just what would be best for Finchpaw.

"Mosskit is here because I'm sure he too could benefit from this lesson!" seeing Mosskit scared of moss was just so hard to watch. He had felt pity and fear for the silver kit. "Sure, maybe we won't be exploring the territory yet or practicing hunting or fighting. No, this is so much more important! The most important thing you could ever do for your clan. Finchpaw, today we will learn about moss!!" his voice cracked in glee at the end of his quick little speech. His eyes burned with excitement! Starclan, he just couldn't wait to get started.

'And not just moss, but Mosses and Grass as well. Both of these are very important; right along Starclan themselves. But they will be saved for later. Right now we will focus on moss. Your first assessment, Finchpaw, is to find some!" whether she pulled it from the nursery or somewhere else behind the waterfall, he would accept it. Moss was moss was moss. All of it was good.

"You too, Mosskit! Once ya'll find some, I'll explain to you guys just why moss is so important in our lives and to our clan!"

[finchcall]

Moss? She asked herself.

What does Moss have to do with anything! She thought, biting down on her lip.

"Oh, Moss," She said, trying not to disappoint her mentor. "That sounds great!"

She thought about it. Why is Moss so important? All it does is make bedding for elders, and they're not even thankful for it! Why can't I just have a normal training session?! There's a kit here and now I get to learn about Moss. I can't wait to tell the other apprentices how my training went. She said to herself. She couldn't hold back her Anger and Confusion any longer.

"Moss is great and all but... why can't we learn about fighting and hunting like the other apprentices!?"

She let the words slip out of her mouth.

Oh Starclan! 

[silverfang218]

“It’s nice to meet you, Finchpaw.” Mosskit replies politely, a bit of awe in his voice as he hears that this cat has the same name as his father. Wow! Moss purrs quietly at the realization. As the elder Finch starts to speak again, Moss turns towards his father, his green gaze staring up at the older tom. His gaze widens in horror as his father, in his usual fashion, starts talking about moss. How can he not know about how evil moss is? It steals kits at night; it steals me away at night!

He glances up at Finchpaw as she seems to have her own doubts. “Yeah!” Mosskit squeaks, a bit of uneasiness and fear in his small voice, “Why don’t you take her out and teach her to fight and hunt!” Mosskit is willing to give up hanging out with Finch and Finch in order to escape the moss duty. Please StarClan save me.

[finchcall]

Finchpaw was surprised on how determined the kit sounded to stop the Moss training. Sure the thought of Moss training seemed horrible, but this kit seemed like this Moss was evil.

She shook the silly thought from her head

Moss? Evil? She chuckled to herself.

"I think Mosskit agrees with me." She said, smirking proving that her point was made.

She padded up to her mentor and purred.

"I know you want to teach me about Moss and such, but what do you expect me to say to the other apprentices? They'd think you're crazy!" She chuckled.

She looked at Mosskit expecting an approving purr.

[Dofferz!]

He was shocked. How could Finchpaw not want to learn about moss? He would of assumed even his namesake would like to learn about it! A light frown formed on his maw and he fell back onto his haunches. "But.. but moss is really cool and it's soft and spongy and helps the clan and.." his voice trailed off. Not even Mosskit wanted to learn about moss. He had to prove his point! They had to see this the right way!

"You're not just getting moss because, uh.. because I don't wanna hunt or fight. Moss is so important because.. because.." well, he had hoped to save this for later, but he supposed that it needed to come first. To boost the atmosphere! "See, moss is here because Mosses put it here. Mosses is right beside Starclan! He makes the grass and the pretty flowers grow. When the clans are bad, he lets us know. Like one the mountain and there was the fire because Mistclan was being bad! But Mosses also looks out for us because him and Starclan brought us here to where we live now. Mosses made the cave behind the waterfall. The moss is grown when Mosses thinks we're good! Think of gathering moss as a way of saying how great Mistclan is! Ivyclan and Mothclan don't have as much moss as we do!" but there was also a lot of moss in the Sad Forest that he visited in his sleep. They must be really good! It was Starclan, right?

He could get on the rant about Grass, but he would save that for later. For now, Finchtongue just hoped that he could show these two just how good the green stuff was. Really, he just.. liked moss. Finchtongue had just assumed everybody did too.

[silverfang218]

Mosskit is too busy hiding behind Finchpaw’s legs to purr in agreement, hiding from the terror that comes from moss and nighttime excursions into the moss’ belly (yes, that’s how he refers to the Place of No Stars). “Mosses?” Mosskit asks, horror making his green eyes grow into saucers. There’s a moss god in charge of moss? “Is Mosses- is Mosses the one that tells moss to eat lil kits at night? A-and take them to the moss’ belly?” Mosskit is shivering now, his big saucers filling up with fearful tears. Is StarClan in on it? Did StarClan forsake the clans and the kits who are stolen by the moss at night? Clearly Mosskit didn’t fully understand his father’s ramblings.

“There’s more moss in MistClan than in IvyClan and MothClan?” Mosskit asks, slight anger starting to make its way into his squeaky voice. “Then we should all move to IvyClan and MothClan!” He declares, and starts to run towards the exit of camp. This is the first time he’s ever thought to escape camp, but he’ll flee to the ends of the earth to get away from the moss.