Ask to Join A Berry on the Breeze

Without passion you don’t have energy, without energy you have nothing.

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Blah blah blah blah! Breezewing's long winded words didn't make becoming a warrior any faster, he knew what Fourtrees was, he went there in the last gathering! The young cream tom failed to suppress his boredom with a groan as he caught up with his grey tabby mentor.

"Breezewiiiiing! We went to the gathering last moon, I knowwww." He complained, letting out a short huff. "What's this have to do with hunting and fighting anyway? All the cool warriors do that!" He asked, less of a compaint or a sassy attitude and more of a genuine question that had been bugging him since the trips from his first day out with Breezewing. 

"I met the deputies of ThunderClan and ShadowClan at the gathering. Kestrelswipe and Dawnflurry I think. Dawnflurry seemed close in age to you or Rooknose" He noted, trying to make the conversation more interesting. Talking with interest about other cats always seemed to lightening up conversations, at least it did with Beewhisker.

Those who follow blindly will never learn to see the truth. ~Breezewing
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Breezewing couldn't help but chuckle slightly at Berrypaws enthusiasm for training. A purr rumbled deep in his chest, "We have combat training tomorrow, young one. But for now, you must know your borders." 

Flicking his tail towards the gorge, "Now. Tell me, Which clan territory is in that direction and what is their main source of prey?" He eyed his apprentice thoughtfully. He may be enthusiastic for combat and hunting training but borders and clan knowledge were a necessity for any good warrior.

Without passion you don’t have energy, without energy you have nothing.

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Berrypaw wanted to argue, he really did, to argue that the faster her learns how to be a warrior the faster he'll become a warrior, surely Breezewing would retire quickly like he wanted to if his apprentice made it to being a warrior so early. But he didn't argue, he simply rolled his pale blue eyes and his gaze followed where Breezewing towards the gorge.

The deep chasm split the two territories apart, and from what Berrypaw saw, he could see rivers splitting apart the land on the other side, there was no question what clan that was. "It's RiverClan, the cats that make themselves fat on fish!" He replied with pride and certainty. "You'd never catch me eating a fish, I bet they taste salty and bitter." he added, flicking his tail tip impatiently.

He then glanced towards the thick woodland, determined to guess it before Breezewing prompted him. He had seen the warriors of ThunderClan leave that way when the gathering had ended last moon. The answer was just as obvious "ThunderClan is that way, they eat the woodland stuff."