Gullpaw had only seen his mentor in the presence of others before; and he seemed like a pretty alright tom. But Gullpaw truthfully felt dread rise in his heart as he had set out that morning. Maybe because it was still Leaf-Bare, and rather cold outside of the camp - a cold he had never experienced before. The light grew shorter, and quicker, and it was already partway through the day that Robinheart had approached him, and asked him to meet him for a dusk-time training. Dusk.
Near the darkness.
Gullpaw hated the way that shadows fell in the camp - but he learned that it was ten-times worse amidst the trees in the forest. What was worse, he had lost track of Robinheart a few moments before. He was no verifiable alone in the trees.
Robinheart was going to train with his apprentice, Gullpaw, at dusk. Was. They were walking along in the forest, but he lost his apprentice. He guessed he wandered off. So the red tabby and white tom turned around and called for Gullpaw. “Gullpaw, where’ve you gone?” Stringed along Robinheart’s voice was a slight accent which always reminded him of his true heritage. But he didn’t mind, he was a Clan cat now with his sister, mother, and half-brother.
“Gullpaw… come out!” He sniffed around and caught the younger cat’s scent. Gullpaw’s pelt shouldn’t be too hard to spot. His bright green eyes trailed around the forest and then there he was with his tail tucked in between his legs. “Gullpaw! What are you doing?” The tom’s voice wasn’t scolding but relieved as he hurried to his apprentice with concerned eyes. This was Robinheart’s first time being a mentor and he’d hate to screw up somehow.
The more lost he felt, the more his fur popped up along his body; making him look like a ludicrous little snowy tumbleweed with white, anxious eyes. Things could not possibly get any better, as eventually Gullpaw sunk to the ground and seemed almost to hug it - seeking comfort that would not come.
Now, though...there was nothing. Oh, where had Robinheart gotten to?!
Oh, he wasn't far behind of course. But Gullpaw would not enjoy their reappearance half as much as he thought they would. As so lost in his own head and swamped by fears, the older warrior seemed to accidentally creep up upon him.
"GAH!" He yelped, spinning around and certain he was facing some very articulate monster. "Robinheart! 'M sorry...but...but...yu wandered away, and..." He shivered despite himself. "M' Sorry!"
Robinheart jumped back when he frightened Gullpaw. "Robinheart! 'M sorry...but...but...yu wandered away, and...M' Sorry!" His apprentice frantically apologized. The tom calmed himself and gave Gullpaw a understanding look.
“It’s alright, Gullpaw. We all get lost sometimes.” He tried to comfort his apprentice. “Come on, now.” Robinheart briskly turned and headed for a clearing in the trees he had spotted so they could get to training.
Gullpaw, being the nervous sort that he was, was immediately glad that Robinheart didn't scold him. It seemed he did indeed get the best sort of mentor - even if they were prone to dragging him out in the dusk, where he was the most uncomfortable sort. At least his brighter coat allowed him to keep a better eye on him...so long as he didn't allow his mind to wander and for the warrior to wander out of his line of sight.
"W-wha are we gonna do now, anyways?" He asked in a trembling voice. He was ready to jump at any sort of shadow, be they really anything dangers or simply fallen leaves and bits of debris. In the darkness, he learned, they could be anything. And his imagination had never been friendly towards that fact.
“W-wha are we gonna do now, anyways?" Robinheart heard Gullpaw ask from behind him.
“Oh, I figured just a little battle practice would do. Unless you’d like to do something more.” The red tabby and white tom explained over his shoulder, glancing back at the apprentice. He padded into the clearing. More light from the moon reached this part of the forest, providing hopefully more comfort for Gullpaw.
"Battle t-trainin'?!" His already high voice jumped at least an octave as he stopped dead in the middle of the forest. They had come out, with dusk and nighttime fast approaching, to practice attacking one another. Oh, no no no...this was just a recipe for disaster as far as Gullpaw was concerned. "But - Are you sure? Innat somethin' that older apprentice are supposed to learn about?" Surely it wasn't something that he should have been starting with. Like, maybe they should start with things like catching bits of fluff, maybe baby birds and anemic squirrels. Eventually, they'd work their way up to extra-portly mice, regular mice...and then...then maybe some battle training.
Somewhere between now and the twelfth of never.
But at the same time, he didn't want to let Robinheart down either.
"Am I really ready for that?" He still asked, trying to suppress a little shiver down his spine.
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