Dustfeather had never been a mentor before, but he supposed it was only a matter of time before he was one. During the drought back at the old MountainClan camp, he had only escaped the fate because there were so few kits being born into the Clan. However, once they'd settled into the canyon, an explosion of new life entered it, including his own litter.
Fatherhood was easy, it was just providing for his family as per usual, with a few extra mouths. He played with his daughters and son when he could and saw them off to good mentors to teach them about the warrior code. He only hoped that Finchpaw would one day be a good warrior. It was when he was paired with one of Lilygrove's kits, Boldpaw, that he got a little nervous. Still, he reasoned, they could only go up from knowing nothing, right? He didn't know how to be a mentor and Boldpaw didn't know how to be a warrior. They made a great team!
Today was just another day to prove that thought to be true. Dustfeather swished his tail, waiting for Boldpaw to come grab a piece of fresh kill, where they typically met, before starting the day. No need to start the day on an empty stomach, after all!
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