Darkstripe smirked as he was given the young Fernpaw to teach. He watched as the silky grey she-cat ran towards him to share noses and let out a purr at her sweet, untouched scent. He was going to have fun with her.

As the clan gathering ended, he led his new apprentice outside of camp and away from seeing eyes, it was time to train her. It was a lesson he has taught to many cats through demonstration, the male apprentice through observation and the female from participation.

His amber eyes flicked over his 'training ground' making sure they were alone and beckoned Fernpaw to stand before him. "Today Fernpaw I am going to give you your first lesson that all cats must learn, the hunter's crouch. This position has two purposes in the clan. The first is obvious, hunting for prey." He crouched to the ground, his tail low and barely dragging over the earth. Fernpaw watched with rapid attention and bounced on her paws ready to try it. "Now it is your turn,"

Fernpaw nodded eagerly and got into position. "Very good Fernpaw, you're a natural." Fernpaw purred in delight at the praise. "Now stay in that position but lift your hips and raise your tail high. Yes, that is it. Good." Darkstripe grinned as her tight core came into view; it was so pink and small he could not wait to enter it.

"That Fernpaw is the second hunter's crouch." He slowly crept up behind her, "It's purpose is solely for mating." Fernpaw squeaked as he pounced on top of her. His large body holding her in place as he penetrated her. She yowled in pain as he broke through her hymn, his rough bards scraping across her walls.

"Darkstripe, stop" she moaned as he pounded into her faster, her claws digging in the earth as she tried to claw her way free. Darkstripe was lost in the pleasure of her tight walls wrapped around his hard member. "Oh, Starclan. Your tighter than any other apprentice I've taken." He groaned snapping his hips forward. Darkstripe was proud at that fact; since his apprentice ceremony he has taken the innocence of many apprentices who came after him during their ceremony; Spottedleaf, Willowpelt, Mousefur, Sandstorm, Cinderpelt, and Brightheart were just to name a few; and had the male apprentices watch him as he demonstrated the position with the she-cats.

Fernpaw moaned louder and rocked her hips backwards. Her cries getting louder as she bucked into him, her walls drawing him in deeper. Darkstripe chuckled as Fernpaw began joining in, she was enjoying herself and was now eagerly thrusting with him. "Oh, Darkstripe! More, fill me up more please!" she yowled as he thrust into her again. The pain long gone and replaced by unimaginable pleasure, it was addicting, and she craved more.

Darkstripe laughed out loud and grabbed a hold of her scruff with his teeth as he thrust into her faster. Hitting her G-spot, Fernpaw gave a moaning yowl as she orgasmed over Darkstripe. Darkstripe grunted as her walls tightened even more and continued to pound her even more. He wanted to savour this moment and pound her until she was nothing but a slutty mush. He bit down on her scruff harder, drawing blood, claiming her and marking her as his, just like he did the others.

He slammed his member in her harder. "Talk dirty to me," he ordered. Fernpaw screamed at the rough treatment, her body shaking in pleasure as another orgasm raked through her. "Oh, master, your member feels so big in my tight, undeserving core," Fernpaw moaned and pushed back to meet each of his thrust.

Darkstripe groaned. Fernpaw's core was as tight as Spottedleaf had been, and the she-cat's erotic moans were not helping. With a grunt, he shot his seed into her core. Fernpaw gasped at the sensation of his seed filling her womb. It was magical. She wanted more and be filled with cum.

Darkstripe purred as his apprentice gazed up at him with lustful eyes. He cackled as she crouched back into a hunter's crouch, raising her hips and tail higher than before. "Please master, I want some more!" she moaned, swaying her hips. "Please fill my dirty core more with your cleansing cum!" Darkstripe grinned and mounted her again, ready to go another round.

Hours later the two return to camp, Fernpaw with a dreamy and full expression; and Darkstripe with a smug and satisfactory smirk. He watched as his apprentice went to her nest in the apprentice den with a farewell promise to continue the 'lesson' in the morning, his amber eyes following all the other she-cats he has taken, and still was, and the lone she-kit in the nursery.

"Soon Sorrelkit it will be your turn." He purred in anticipation. Watching as the tiny tortoiseshell she-cat crouched down to pounce on her brother and catching a glimpse of her tight core. He grinned; he could not wait to have her.