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What's Your Limit?Mottledpaw had to admit he wasnt quite used to 'off' days. A whole day not devoted to running fron territory to territory? How bizarre. Perhaps there was something else he could do involving the camp. Blinking sleep from his eyes, the young tom slid to his paws and headed towards the Ian deputy, Stagfrost. He would give him something to do, surely. "Good morning." The youth dipped his head respectfully and shyly all at once. When Stagfrost woke, it was barely morning. The dawn was shy as it peeked over the horizon, but the sun was a reminder that he had much to do. Just briefly that early morning, he glanced around camp, and when he saw a cat needed his help or simply some company, he stopped to sit. Light filtered in through the cave opening when a young cat came from the apprentice's den, dipping his head. "Good morning, Mottledpaw! I hope you've been doing well this morning." He flicked his tail. "How has your training been going? You're nearing the end of your training, aren't you?" "Very well, thank you." The mottled youth responded civilly. The morning wasnt even quite half over yet but Mottledpaw respected his deputy and replied as such. "Very near to the end now and I'm pretty excited to become a Runner for my Clan." He smiled, green eyes glittering with happiness. Mottledpaw was a lucky tom; he had his family around to support him and his mentor was as patient as they came. For this, he was glad. He momentarily wondered what all he had to do to graduate. He found himself slightly surprised, if not impressed, by the young cat's mild and respectful demeanor. Cats like Mottledpaw were always welcome. Stagfrost knew the young cat's parents well, and though Pumpkinspark was always a little wild, Emberfoot was always more reserved and kind like Mottledpaw seemed to be. He appreciated a cat, especially an apprentice, who showed determination towards his job and seemed to look forward to it. "Well, Mottledpaw, it seems like you're right on top of graduation. I know that feeling of being so close!" He flicked an ear. "Why don't we go out for a quick run so you can show off some of your skills? I could put in a good word to Gray for you, I'm sure she'd be happy to hear of a new up-and-coming runner!" The youngster practically glowed in admiration of the cat before him when he mentioned how close he seemed to be. 'Renny would be so proud if he heard my manners!' he thought to himself with some glee, his tail curling up upon the base of his spine at the thought. Then he cleared his throat and nodded in reply to Stagfrost. "That sounds wonderful," he mrrowed in pleasure before gathering himself to his paws and giving each limb a good stretch. A run always sounded great to Mottledpaw. The feel of the fresh air slicing through his pelt. His own strength in his legs. The pounding of his blood roaring in his ears. Yes, he could show his deputy a thing or two. He'd be glad to. "Just see if you can keep up," he smiled, a playful gleam in his eye before he slid out of the camp without a second blink. Stagfrost smiled gently, trotting after. Before long, he had to jog to keep up, and the young cat was dashing away from him across the meadows, his legs crossing the terrain in powerful strides as he passed over them. He couldn't help but think back to when he was a young cat, too, a time when he only wanted to impress his mentor and stand for his clan. He saw a spirit in Mottledpaw and was glad to see as he tore across the hills, leaving Stagfrost in the dust-- not that he minded, exactly. He would've been a runner himself were he as fast as this apprentice! "Try and push yourself-- see how fast you can go! What's your limit, Mottledpaw?" Bounding across the fields just like a young buck, Mottledpaw's long legs ate up the terrain as he went. Powerful strides with each leap forward, the tom let loose a wild howl when he heard Stagfrost's yowl of encouragement. 'What's your limit, Mottledpaw?' indeed. For that was a question the young tom knew not for himself. It sure seemed like the right time to figure it out, though! With his deputy looking on, the young mottled tom put on a sudden burst of speed and angled himself towards a certain direction. Rabbit. But, rather than try and hunt the prey down, Mottledpaw tore after it and passed the startled thing by. It even squealed in surprise as it realized the cat wasnt actually hunting it...and racing it instead. The young tom breathed hard as he slowed to a trot, headed back towards Stagfrost with a semi-pleased smile resting on his features. He didn't think he'd be able to do it at first. But he caught a lucky break when the rabbit slightly miss-stepped at the end there in its surprise. Still, Momo called that a win....

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