[ti]Private[/ti]Duty Comes Second

[silverfang218]

Fattail needed to be away from camp, away from the many eyes of his peers who expect him to get up and do something. He doesn’t mind the leafbare hunger nor does he ever complain about the chill cutting through his soft but thin coat. All he asks for is naptime; is that so hard?

And so the young warrior ventures out of the camp and into the woods. His sapphire eyes glance around for any spot that looks like a promising sleeping spot, though he is careful to not stray too near the border. Instead, his ears perk up at the sound of pawsteps. His large fluff of a tail sweeps to one side as he turns towards the approaching cat, who he recognizes as Morningpaw. He pauses, glancing around for Morning’s mentor but he doesn’t immediately see any other cats. He raises his tail in greeting, though his head slightly tilts to one side as he wonders what the younger cat is doing out here alone.

[Firefly]

Morningpaw's tail went directly up and her fur became frizzled at the sudden appearance of Fattail. She hadn't scented him.
I'm such a terrible warrior! I'll never pass my assessment test at this rate, and I'll be an apprentice forever! Morningpaw thought to herself, glancing at the lazy warrior, then back at her own weak paws.
I don't even show up to my training, half the time...
"Hey, Fattail." She yawned.
"Some of the mentors were talking about doing battle training today. I hate battle training, I always end up getting scratched by someone, or I get winded by some reckless apprentice who forgot they're not in battle." The she-cat continued, frowning at her paws before looking up at Fattail once more.
"I didn't know what to do, so I just left camp and hoped that Rushstrike wouldn't notice. I honestly didn't expect to meet anybody... But I probably should've been more aware of your presence. I just wish I could be more motivated to become a warrior, it doesn't feel like my calling!" Morningpaw yowled in dismay at her plight.

[silverfang218]

Fattail is a bit surprised that Morningpaw shares her thoughts and what she’s doing; few cats care to talk to Fattail unless they are complaining about his lack of effort in life and telling him to be better. He nods in sympathy for Morning’s plight. “I certainly understand that feeling.” The warrior replies, sitting down right where he is. “And then my mentor would always get frustrated with me because I would end up getting beat by any apprentice I was up against," Ah yes, Jaysong was a difficult master; then again, Fattail was a difficult apprentice. "And many of the other apprentices would get far too excited about fighting."

“”I escaped battle training many times,” the young warrior chuckles, “If Rushstrike asks, you could always say that you were hunting with me, though that might not be the best excuse you could come up with.” It’s unlikely that any warrior of MothClan would think that Fattail of all cats would be asking apprentices to come hunting with him. Not that he doesn’t go out and hunt on his own or join patrols but… He’s unlikely to be initiating any hunting patrols. "I never really thought being a warrior as being my calling either... but I suppose I never really found a calling at all." He tilts his head to one side, studying the apprentice who he had run into. It seemed like few cats would understand that problem, and it is kinda blowing Fattail's mind that this apprentice had just expressed all of those feelings, possibly to the only other MothClan cat who would get it.

[Firefly]

"Really? it thought I was the only one. I've never seen another apprentice not want to train." Morningpaw meowed with interest. She adjusted her posture, now that she felt more confident that she wasn't the only one. Holding her head higher now, she stood up and looked behind her, to make sure no other cat had followed her.
"I don't want to rest, though. Maybe we could go and take a stroll by the forest? My head need to cool for a bit." Morningpaw stretched out before standing up, awaiting Fattail's reply.

[silverfang218]

“Nah, I’ve felt just like that, many a time. It’ll get better, just keep your chin up.” His eyes light up a bit as his companion feels a bit more confident; despite all appearances, Fattail likes to help his clanmates even with an insubstantial thing such as this. The few times he manages to help, Fattail feels really good.

“That sounds nice,” he purrs, agreeing to go on a stroll as he gestures with a tip of his head for Morningpaw to lead the way. A stroll isn’t the nap he was looking for, but it’s plenty acceptable too.

[Firefly]

Morningpaw giggled a bit, happy that somecat wasn't angry about her running away from training.
"Well, let's go then." She said. Maybe they'll find some flowers, and she can bring them back to her nest to freshen up the apprentice's den.
Morningpaw watched her paws as they slowly paced toward the edge of the forest. They were small and weak, from her weeks of skipped training. She enjoyed hunting, to an extent, but fighting was out of the question.
"Let's head over to that side of the forest, there are softer grasses and more flowers over there!" She meowed enthusiastically.

[silverfang218]

Fattail lazily nods; he sluggishly stands, stretching out as he takes a step in the direction that Morningpaw indicated. “Imma comin’ Imma comin’.” He reassures her, his tail sweeping back and forth as he falls in just behind her.

Fattail’s young paws were plenty strong as he walks beside Morning, having been simply forced to do plenty of hunting due to the leafbare shortages and just the fact that he’s a warrior now. He kinda would like to be an apprentice again now; he could dodge training just like Morningpaw. That was the life.

He hums softly as she suggests to head to the better side of the forest, where the grass is greener. “As long as we are careful not to stray into IvyClan territory.” He warns; he doesn’t want to fight with an IvyClan patrol today. It seems like there was plenty of that without them wandering somewhere they shouldn’t.

[Firefly]

Morningpaw tilted her head.
"W-Why? Did something happen?" She asked nervously, glancing in the general direction of the border.Is that why the camp was so empty? Morningpaw thought, casting one more glance at the border before continuing her casual stroll.
Once they had reached the shady stretch of grass, she started to sniff at the ground for traces of flowers. She was particularly fond of the small, white blooms that grew in clusters, not quite tall enough to be visible from the grass, which was taller. They had a particular scent she liked, and placing it on her nest seemed like a good idea, as the apprentice's den was getting rather cramped, and the cats that slept there were bound to be a little smelly after rolling around at training for so long.

[silverfang218]

“Well it’s usually a bad idea to cross into another Clan’s territory in the first place.” Fattail chuckles, before growing a bit more serious, “But from what I know, it seems like tensions with IvyClan are pretty high at the moment. Been at least one border scuffle that I’ve heard about. Sounded pretty bad. Needless to say, safer to stay far from our borderline. Not that I don’t have faith in your fighting abilities, but I don’t think the two of us are going to be holding our on against any patrols that might take issue with us.”

Once they get to the shady stretch of grass and Fattail sees that his companion is sniffing around, likely looking for flowers, the dusky tom flops onto his side. He rolls around for a moment before quickly settling into a position he deems comfortable as he lays his head on his paws to keep an eye on his companion.

[Firefly]

"Heh, don't worry, I won't get offended if you call me a bad fighter. I know I am." She said, smiling back to Fattail. She watched as the lazy tom plopped down on the frosty grass before laying down with her hind legs tucked under her, studying some purple blossoms that sprung up from a small patch of snow. She gently broke a few stems, setting them aside before getting up to find more.

After a few minutes of searching, now being several fox-lengths away from Fattail, she nosed at some snow to find the pleasant and fragrant white blooms. She giggled and took the bunch back to her collection.
"Look what I found!" She called to Fattail, holding the bunch in her jaws.