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bit of time had passed since she had taken on a fledgling herself. There had been many fledglings she had seen all the way through to fighter, for certain. She would not have been able to obtain the title of chief without the experience that teaching young and impressionable minds offered. Tinystar had taught them all - the quiet ones, the difficult ones, the know-it-alls and the lazy ones. Somehow, though, teaching Pearlpaw was still a unique challenge all of its own.

[break][break]The calico she-cat had waken up before the light of dawn even poured through the cracked window panes of the twoleg ruins she made her nest in. This wasn't unusual for her, it was as if a timer went off internally every morning. Duty forced her to lift herself to her paws, even on the days where she would rather curl up into a tighter ball and squeeze her eyes shut again. Today was no exception. The small she-cat got to her paws, and made her way into the camp.

[break][break]The sun was just beginning to offer a slight glow to the horizon now, but even still she was not the only soul awake. She saw figures moving across the camp as the dawn patrol assembled. She had appointed Newtstripe, Bayfur and Rosefang and a couple of fledglings to go check out the borders, and if all were quiet - they were to also lead a hunting patrol. Her paws ached to join her old friend, but today it was time to shoulder a different kind of duty.

[break][break]She quietly entered the fledgling's den, navigating the nests careful so not to disturb the wrong sleeping figure. Her eyes made out the figure of Pearlpaw as her eyes adjusted, and she gently stuck one paw out to give the young cat's shoulder a shove. "Pearlpaw?" She whispered softly. "Pearlpaw, it's time to do some training." The chief didn't wait for a response, instead she turned and exited the den to wait.