storms make trees take deeper roots
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Post by cosmic on Jun 13, 2024 14:16:18 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/pw3jx8z~png Well, tomorrow didn't happen. Tomorrow, would turn into tomorrow again, and it would keep going until today. Finally, the two of them were able to find a time to be able for Ryewhisker to be able to teach him some weaving, now that new-leaf had settled upon the valley. The recent rainfall had damaged a small portion of the perimeter wall of the camp nearest to the warriors den, so they had managed to find Russetfoot to tell Moosespring to meet him here at sunhigh.
He had done everything to prepare for this moment. The pointed tom had talked to other weaver about tips and tricks to help those that were new to the profession be able to grasp the concepts better, had gathered all the materials that were needed. He was prepared... well, as much as they could be.
Ryewhisker took a moment to watch the camp where he had grown up. His eyes trailed the camp as he settled his eyes on the nursery first. The weaver had quite a fondness of helping the queens when he had a spare moment, or stepping in where he could. Even naming kits, as he watched Elkpaw move across the camp to greet a friend. Then, their eyes wondered to the warriors and apprentice areas, watching them walk to and from. Then, his ears perked up as he looked toward the elders den, hearing a group of them laugh. How wonderful it was to see how the camp encompasses all stages of life.
But, then a familiar brown-hued pelt came into his vision as they approached. The weaver couldn't help but let out a smile, as he nervously pawed at the grass blades underneath his paws. Here we go... |
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Post by absurdjinx on Jun 17, 2024 14:20:58 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/xYyzs4v/moose~jpg | moosespring, "what good is livin' the life you've been given
if all you do is stand in one place" |
Moosespring was surprised by how much he thought about Ryewhisker, specifically the training session they’d planned. Despite his concerns about his lack of coordination, he couldn’t wait for Ryewhisker to try teaching him a little something about weaving, but they’d both just been so busy that they couldn’t find the time for it. Moosespring had been so distracted by patrols and chores, and it seemed whenever he had free time, Ryewhisker had to focus on his duties. Their timing was always off - until today. He’d encountered his cousin while they’d been outside camp, hunting on separate patrols, and she’d told him that Ryewhisker would be waiting for him near the warriors’ den at sunhigh. His patrol ended just in time for him to join Ryewhisker. He followed behind his patrolmates, each of them proudly displaying their catches to hungry observers. Moosespring carried a few plump mice by their tails, which he carefully deposited in the fresh-kill pile before scanning the clearing for the tom who’d been on his mind for so long. When his gaze fell on Ryewhisker, a small smile found its way onto his face. Ryewhisker was looking around the clearing, too, fondly watching their clanmates. Moosespring admired his friend’s fond expression for a moment and he probably could’ve lingered there for a while longer if he hadn’t realized how odd it was to stare. He started in Ryewhisker’s direction before he could notice he was goggling at him. Ryewhisker smiled when he spotted Moosespring moving toward him and he matched it with a grin of his own. The other tom was pawing at the ground, which Moosespring recognized as a sign of anxiety. He wasn’t sure exactly why Ryewhisker would be nervous, but he assumed it was because he was nervous about teaching someone else about weaving. “ Hi, Ryewhisker,” Moosespring chirped, settling down across from the weaver. “ What do you have planned for me today?” He was aware he wasn’t going to immediately be an expert at weaving - and he probably never would be - but with some practice, he hoped to eventually become decent at it, enough where he could provide more experienced weavers with some aid whenever necessary. Luckily, Moosespring had a good teacher. |
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storms make trees take deeper roots
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Post by cosmic on Jun 30, 2024 20:28:51 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/pw3jx8z~png The sight of the tom and gentleness of his name being spoken sent a chill down within his spine, though he flicked his tail to try to rid it of his body. It was rare for him to be giving a lesson to a cat, due to his younger age, but especially giving it to a cat like Moosespring sent him over the moon in excitement. He was a great warrior, a popular cat all around. If he could teach his new acquaintance about weaving successfully, perhaps Moosespring would recommend him to mentors who's apprentices were interesting in the tradition. The more popular he became, then maybe the better chance he could be in Moosespring's close friend circle.
"H-Hiya, Moosespring," he blurted out, trying not to interrupt the tom as he continued to speak. His pelt ruffled with the New-Leaf wind finding itself along the camp walls. "N-Nothing too scary. Lots of cats are in-intimidated by weaving, but it-it's like training to be a warrior. At least that's what Firewing told me..." His sister, Firewing, had been his one and only student as he had never had the confidence to teach anyone else. While she grasped the concepts well, she became bored pretty quickly and came up with a game to attack the grass blades. Never again.
"T-These are our tools, much like warriors have their teeth and c-claws," Ryewhisker mewed, as he took one of his paws to bring two pieces of grass before him. He rested it before him, before doing the same for Moosespring. "We'll learn the simple knot. It's-It's how to connect two blades of grass. The two to be intertwined, it makes them have the stron-strongest bond between each other. Like, maybe two warriors... u-uh... on a patrol together?" He really needed to work on his metaphors before he taught apprentices.
"He-Here. Just follow my lead. First, take this," he indicated with his paw toward one end of the grass blade, being careful to show the one movement to the first step, "and fold it over the other end l-like... this," he took his paws away to show the tom what it looked like. "Y-Your turn." |
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