Dude-Peoples. I don't have the link to the original. So for crying out loud, stop messaging me for it. T.T +eyetwitch+
Once again, the general idea doesn't belong to me, but to someone else. However, the particular topic this one circulates around is indeed my idea. If you had the same idea, and are like, oh-my-gosh, she is stealing my original idea, you should like, to eat yourself while dying in a ditch, (although if you are taking offence at this, it probably won't be in so many words), don't pull a Goldensun and spazz about it. Just message me, and I'll mention that other people have thought of similar things.
Finally..
Yes, I know that Inkheart is the name of a book. The thought didn't occur to me until after I typed it. So, to-freaking-bad. T.T
The day passed on rather slowly, and other, small groups of cats wandered past, as if being toured around. Thinking aloud, Crinkledpaw-who-was-up-until-recently-Sam questioned their mentor. "Are we going to get showed the territory, too?"
The large black tom had been laying on his side, soaking in sunlight lazily. He opened one grey eye, and peered at her. "Well.." He blinked at Blotchypaw fled back to the other two apprentices, from her vantage point by the brook. "Erm... Yes. Our window is in a bit. When the sun reaches the skyline."
"Or in other words, when sunlight can't hit him." Muttered Blotchypaw to the other she-cat. Crinkledpaw chuckled, and nodded seriously, grinning trivially at the black tom. He shot them an amused glance, but said no more. Instead, he rolled onto his stomach and stretched.
After what seemed like an eternity, Inkheart stood and shook his head slightly, as if to clear it. Gesturing with his tail, he motioned for them to follow him, as he began a winding path through the undergrowth. As they passed things, he defined them. Some they knew already, for example, the field of large, oddly coloured shrubs was a dead give away that they were on the edge of their territory. Although there wasn't another clan in the nearby area, there was always the possibility of one, so they stood their and inhaled deeply until Burningpaw almost passed out. Inkheart quickly instructed him to exhale, and the problem was solved instantly.
Other things easily recognized were the Thunderpath, (otherwise known as a highway), and the grove of twenty, large trees. This, Inkheart insisted, was the meeting place. Crinkledpaw simply rolled her eyes, and exchanged a worried glance with the other she-cat. As they wandered lazily through the territory, the paused as another group passed through. The mentor here was a she-cat, whose pelt colour could only be described as one word: Blond. The two apprentices behind her were dripping wet, and looking soaked, but there was barely a trace of water on the mentor's fur. It had just sheeted off, as if she was made of plastic.
"Perfectcharacter." Inkheart said curtly, and then they kept walking. He gave no explanation, until they reached a tiny pebble. "This is Myron's Pebble. One day, a twolegger was passing through and dropped this pebble out of his pocket." He paused and considered a minute, before starting and kicking the pebble aside. "Wait, no. Wrong pebble. THIS is Myron's Pebble..."
The madness continued for well under an hour, but still it grew dark swiftly. Burningpaw purposefully stepped on their mentor's hind paw, and he suddenly realized what time it must be. "Back to camp, apprentices.."
Tired from doing nothing productive all day, they walked into camp, and took their places. There was a huge pile of fresh kill in the centre of the camp, and Crinkledpaw looked longingly at a small thrush. Instead, the camp formed into the group it had earlier, and Superstar jumped onto the rock to speak.
"I trust you have all had extremely unproductive things to do." He gazed around at al 350 apprentices, and their mentors. "This will change as of tomorrow. Tomorrow, an actual day will start, and you will begin actual training, with it. Tree climbing, hunting, Shrub Smashing.. All things you must learn to be updated in status." With that, the leader jumped off the rock, and they group were dismissed.
Food was passed out, and they were shown the way to the apprentice den. Blotchypaw flopped onto a nest of pine needles, moss, and Crinkledpaw before they were joined by Inkheart's other apprentice. Sleep flooded over the three of them immediately, and the night passed without any interruptions.