A mottled brown tom waited patiently for his apprentice at the edge of a small pine tree-filled forest. Gorsewind squinted, searching for his tardy apprentice. A few shafts of sunlight came down to warm Gorsewind's brown pelt as the sun started rise. "Where is that mangy furball, I told him to be here at the crack of dawn." Gorsewind muttered to himself. Nightheart would never have let this happen, Gorsewind realized with a jolt. His younger sister knew everything. "Don't let private things get in the way of training your apprentice." Gorsewind growled softly to himself. He sighed heavily as he waited impatiently for his apprentice.