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[     I'm going to post a few starters. They'll be training based so we can get some apprentices their names. After the battle, if you have a senior apprentice, we can arrange an assessment if they have had their required training sessions.]

Luka

The world around him was a blurry array of colors; green, golden, brown. Luka stumbled blindly forward, unaware of his destination and relying solely on his sense of smell. His eyesight, though not gone completely, was rendered entirely, absolutely useless to him. Usually the small cat was able to figure out where he was going without help. He was expected to be able to- he would never get help anyways. The dark tabby tom knew his way through the twolegplace, for he had lived there for all his life. But the knowledge he had of the twolegplace meant nothing now he was in an unknown place, and it was all because of some confusing, foreboding dream.

The details had been vague and muddy from the start of the dream, with screeching and caterwauls echoing so loud it felt like the sounds were trapped in his skull. His eyesight was just as blurry in his dreams as it was in the waking world, with the color of cats moving and whirling around him in quick, angry movements. The odd dream had roused within him a feeling of dread and horror, the impulse, no, the need to flee as urgently as he could. His home no longer felt safe, every bone in his body suddenly screaming for him to get away from this place as urgently as he could, logic thrown out. Slipping away from Badger and the others, however, had proven to be no easy task; if he was caught, he was surely dead. But somehow, Luka had done it.

And now here he was, blindly following the scent trail of something in the distance. It was the only thing the cat had to go on. He was in a completely foreign place, and so he continued to stick to following the scent, hoping that it would lead him somewhere he could be safe. The smell itself was powerful, and nearly overwhelming. It was the scent of wood and grass, damp and wet after a storm, and it was guiding his paws, though his pace was slow. Luka cursed under his breath and he tasted the air once more for any other scent besides the trail-scent, looking particularly the scent of cat. He hoped that he was far enough away from the twolegplace that he wasn't being tracked. This was foolish. How can I survive out here alone?