Three Grumps, One Bucket of Fun. {Sorrel & Lone}

^{CRIMSONCLAW
Life is just a test, that only you can beat.}

There he stood, the crimson-colored grump of Riverclan, staring down upon two rather unlucky apprentices. He had been chosen by Snowflower to take these two out battle-training, the older tom had no problem with Sorrelpaw. In fact, he was particularly fond of the she-cat, but Lonepaw was altogether a different story. It was most likely the way they're both equally ill-tempered manners clashed. But of course their was no disobeying from 'miss deputy', Crimsonclaw had no other choice then to take these two out for some good 'ole mentoring.

Narrowing his eyes he recalled the way they got here, first it included waking up to Snowflower ordering him to go and get busy, rather then sleep in. After his 'lovely' wake up call he was then off to wake the two apprentices. Which was another thing added to Crimsonclaw's 'never-to-do-again' list. Both of the apprentices had been crabby and ill-tempered, not to mention prickly. By the time they arrived to the training hollow, Crimsonclaw was ready to go and kill himself while he still had the chance.

Closing his eyes he calmed himself down by counting backwards from ten, when the crimson-colored tom reached one he slowly opened them again. "Ok, today we're going to just basically do a run down on all of the moves we've learned in the past." Taking a few steps back, he sat himself down at the edge of the sandy clearing.

"I'll watch you two fight, and I'll correct any moves that you do wrong." he meowed, bringing his tail across his paws he then prepared himself to watch for any mistakes. Oh, and he also told himself that what he was doing was going to be all worth it in the end. Yeah, keep telling yourself that Crimsonclaw, keep telling yourself that.


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Lonepaw
"I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean."

Well. This was shaping up to be a fine day, wasn't it? Woken up at an ungodly hour of the morning by one of his least favorite clanmates, dragged out of camp without even having a chance to eat, hauled out to the training hollow, only to be informed that what they would be covering was nothing more than a review?! Oh yes, ideal morning.

"So what you're saying is (correct me if I'm wrong, I tend to be a little groggy before the sun comes up) that I had to wake up from what I'll let you know was a very pleasant dream to cover a morning's-worth of things I already know?" Lonepaw growled, emerald eyes almost closed even as he stood in the clearing, russet-gold pelt constrasting strikingly with the early-morning sunlight. He cast his barely-open gaze to Sorrelpaw, scowling in sleepy irritation.

"Kill me now." He said blearily, tail lashing.

<sup>Sorrelpaw
I'm a survivor, and I'll stay that way

Sorrelpaw drowsily followed her mentor, along with the unpleasant apprentice, Lonepaw. She had never been too fond of the tom, and was pretty much distant toward him. She was always sickened by his bad temper and never went around him too much.

He was even worse than Crimsonclaw. But, of course, he just had to come along. It was bad enough to review battle training early in the morning. She just hoped it wouldn't last long. Maybe she'll have an excuse to claw his ears off.

As the three quietly entered the training hallow, an annoyed voice broke the silence which made Sorrelpaw's fur bristle in disgust. "Oh, don't worry. You'll probably die anyway with not being able to catch up with my awesome battle moves." Sorrelpaw snorted in reply.

"Or are you just going to complain all day like the worthless kit you are?"</sup>

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^{CRIMSONCLAW
Life is just a test, that only you can beat.}

"Congratulations, you just won half a second of my attention." Crimsonclaw muttered, rolling his eyes he meowed all-too-seriously,
"It's not my idea of fun either Lonepaw. Just quit complaining and get to it." Pausing he let his claws sink into the sand, it was the only thing that could keep himself from pinning both of them down with one jump. Then again he might actually enjoy teaching them a lesson, heck he'd enjoy if they were to suddenly drop dead.

"Unless you want me to go through every move, with you before you fight." he sneered, his green-leaf gaze narrowed in annoyance. Training with well-behaved apprentices was one thing, but being stuck out before dawn with two apprentices who have little respect for anything but themselves was nothing but a living hell. Sure it was obvious that the two apprentices hardly enjoyed his company either, but Crimsonclaw had the right to be annoyed more. He was a warrior who went through too many hardships, too many battles, and too many annoying apprentices.

Complaining was something Crimsonclaw could resort to, actually anything that involved sneering, growling, or snarling was something Crimsonclaw could use to prove his point. It was the only way he found effective for teaching. If you were more annoying then the apprentice, the apprentice would get fed up with your actions and actually do something. Or if they were simply scared of you then there would be no questions. Crimsonclaw had his way with training, even if the methods were strange.

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Lonepaw
"I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean."

"Oh, that stings." Lonepaw grunted, words dripping with sarcasm. Internally he winced, but his external expression remained unmoved. "No really, I'm wounded. Where do you come up with your material?" He rolled his shoulders, finally opening his eyes as he rose to his full height, staring slightly down at Sorrelpaw with an apathetic intensity.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to pick fights with cats bigger than you?" He asked, raising as eyebrow. He rolled his eyes and huffed in indignation, casting Crimsonclaw a 'bite me' look.

Without warning his posture went from relaxed to tense, and he swung his paw out in a downward swipe aimed straight for Sorrelpaw's head. Claws sheathed, of course.

<sup>Sorrelpaw
I'm a survivor, and I'll stay that way

Sorrelpaw narrowed her eyes in bitter revolt, rage flaming in her stomach already. Who knew Lonepaw was already going to be a pain. She was determind to show him who's boss.

You'll regret what you just said, mouse-brain! Sorrelpaw thought with fury as the training seemed to already begin by the swipe of the larger apprentice's paw. She was ready. She ducked her head to the side, then lunged her muzzle forward, lightly grasping Lonepaw's neck and flinging him to the ground.

Or, that was what Sorrelpaw intended on doing. She did slightly succeed on moving Lonepaw, but that was only his neck. As she tried on throwing him to the ground, her jaws slipped from the lack of force put on the throat of the enemy and she ended up falling over.

Quickly she got up just in case of an unexpected attack, but she was still in a storm of anger. "If we were in a real battle, that wouldn't have happened!" Sorrelpaw spat in excuse to her clumsy display. I know I can do better than that! I'm almost a warrior!</sup>

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