((OOC: Has Milleniumpaw got a Mentor? Bearheart would gladly take him for a Apprentice))
(Mileniumpaw doesn't have a mentor, I'd be happy to have you as his though x3. And good lord! I go to bed and theres two pages worth of roleplay >_> Patience children!
Oh yes, and I'd like to switch the fact that Milleniumpaw was half-ThornClan and half-StormClan. I really don't have much a reason for his mother in Nightclan to have given him to his father, but if he was born into StormClan then his mother could of given him away because she didn't want him starting as an apprentice much too young.)
The sleek and well-groomed tom's tail wrapped around his white front paws, while his bright and night-penetrating cyan gaze seemed to travel around the entire clan. He had a strange and quite unique habbit of simply watching what everyone else was doing. Although it was pratcily the same thing more or less every single day, he enjoyed it quite greatly. It just seemed, peaceful and comfortable to watch the clan do their everyday things that happened well, about everyday. As usual, Redkit was getting herself into trouble, she was quite the mishevious type, like he had been back when he was a kit. Though, he shouldn't really be saying 'back when he was a kit', considering that was a meer two moons ago. Compared with seniour warriors, the deputy, leaders, and well, anyone higher-ranked than an apprentice; he shouldn't be talking like that.
"Maybe I should ask BearHeart if we could start training early...." he thought to himself, narrowing his eyes at Redkit who had said 'Ehem, Foxface, we have to go 'pester the elders'. Milleniumpaw shouldn't really be glaring at kits that said things like that though, if he could remember correctly, when he was about four moons he would always say things such as 'Foxface, Rockhead,' and the worst in his opinion, 'Green-cough catcher'.
"I'll start training, abit earlier than usual today." He told himself, losing interest in Redkit and her siblings rather quickly. Good StarCkan! It was the same thing everyday for that batch, yet again, it was the same thing for praticly everybody.
The light gray, white chested and black tabby-striped flicked his tail away from his paws, then stood up, taking a moment to stretch though.
He padded off towards the direction of the warrior's den, his eyes were narrowed into small slits, almost barely visable, yet not quite. The familiar figure of BearHeart was visable, as usual he seemed to be the first one up. Well, it was supposable that when you have an early-waking apprentice, you need an early-waking warrior to mentor him or her.
"BearHeart, do you thing we can begin training abit earlier than usual?" Milleniumpaw asked in a bored-like tone that he was faking, yet it seemed quite hearty and realistic. His cyan eyes were still slitted, usually this meant that a cat was bored, nearly asleep, or just annoyed because some two-leg or another cat wouldn't stop pestering them.
"I'm bored." He added, then flicked his tail to the left, trying to seem even more convincing. Though, it was a little hard to do that.
