Okay, that makes more sense. And it would work because that means that he's only been an apprentice for a moon since you become one at six, and so Lilyflight was thirteen when she got him. Yeah, it adds up.
"Well then what do you want to do?" she asked, trying to be patient. "You can't just sit around and be a lazy furball all day. When was the last time you practiced fighting?" Even after a moon of training him, it still doesn't get any easier.
"I don't know, I don't care," said Blackpaw stubbornly.
Her patience was wearing thin, and her sharp side began to take over. "Look, Blackpaw. You need to care if you ever want to become a warrior! How do you expect to receive your name if all you do is lay around and argue with me? Training an apprentice is always a challenge, but your attitude isn't making it any easier!" Did I go too far? she wondered.
Blackpaw flattened his ears against his head at her harsh tone. "Well sorryyy!" he said sarcastically sitting up.
"You better be!" Lilyflight snapped. Then she sighed. She knew it was no use. "Look, I don't know if you even want to be a warrior, but if you do deep down, then this is not the way to become one. We are going to practice fighting today, end of discussion. And I better see you making an effort."
(When you said you wanted Lilyflight to be a mom, I decided I would help and make that happen.)
(Aww, thanks! That's so sweet.)
(No problem!)
