Teacher of the Wrappings Sabra had just finished his training with Ukimya and was sitting just outside the tyro's den, catching a breather after a long day's work. The hard training had his wrapping coming undone and in some areas frayed from overexposure to the harsh training and use of claws. He sighed and started chewing off his vine wrappings, keeping careful of the delicate yet strong feathers that clung to their ends. Every so often, his chewing would stop so that he may look around and cast a wary glance to whomever was around before continuing, Maybe I should do this inside the den... he thought with a small sigh. He picked himself up as well as what remained of his shambled vines and started into the den but just before entering he decided to instead, hide out behind the den. The camp seemed unusually quiet today, at least to the messenger tyro who was observing what was going on. Blue eyes stared lazily at some cheetahs going back and forth, then a sigh escaped his mouth.
A Lesson in Morals Kisasi peeked out from the nursery with a devilish smirk. His mother had left him and Kutu for a moment to go confer with the patrol that was supposed to be looking for her other missing cubs. With his baby sister asleep, the growing tuxedoed tom let out a chuckle and quickly darted from the den and found his way to the edge of camp, where Damu had shown him an exit that was just big enough from him and his siblings to fit through. With one last look to make sure he wasn't being watched, Vumbi and Nyoka's oldest son slipped out of camp and away from prying eyes. When he was out in the open and in the clear, he smiled to himself and shook out his thinning fur. He was finally losing all his extra cub fluff and was starting to grow into his tyro build. His fringe and mane was also growing, but Yeye had said she liked it... so Kisasi felt inclined to keep it. He began to trot further into Crooked Tree's small territory, looking for the Sentries that were preparing for the com