bestow your wisdom upon me ol' great mistle [ p ]

[wolfie]

➜ #GUTSPAW
it . . teeth . . bite
spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes; huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks - currently has black nail caps on
[ ╰┈➤ @Mica ] // takes place before the evacuation

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Eleven moons old with no proper training session was a horrendous, pathetic look. Didn't matter what excuses they had, Gutspaw could not absolutely stand being behind. If it had to threaten a warrior to get some starsdammned training around here so be it! Well, okay that was only if asking didn't work in the first place.

Besides, the feline knew the perfect candidate to harass, er - talk to. She had seemed more tolerant of apprentices. Gutspaw also liked her eyehole. Interesting to look at. Really interesting to know how much could fit in it. Maybe when she was sleeping. Wait, getting off-track. Focus, Guts.

The feline looked around the camp for the short-furred she-cat before bite's gaze landed on her. Ever so slowly it started to take a step and a step closer, pawsteps as quiet as teeth could make them. Approaching a warrior behind was asking to get clawed but it was decent stealth practice.

"Mistlewhisker, " Gutspaw spoke lowly once it was decently close, taking a step out from behind her. "Er, " right, now the asking part. It despised asking for things. "A - are you, uh, busy -?" It fidgeted with its paws awkwardly, clearly beginning to regret this. Maybe Mistlewhisker was a bad choice. It had just went with the most familiar warrior. Or uh, deputy now actually.

"Iwaswonderingifyouwouldteachmehowtohuntsincebitte rbanetriedbutheabsolutelysuckedatit, " It blurted out quickly, ears flattened to its head. "Its fine if you're busy and can't. If you're not busy though, and you say no, you may or may not end up with worms in your nest. Not saying I would, but I am saying karmically speaking I think saying no to an apprentice in dire need would cause you to have horrible luck. Worm-in-the-nest type of luck." Wow, bite discovered a new thing about itself. The apparent quirk of not being able to ask something of someone without cringing and overcompensating. Fun.

At least Gutspaw had covered up the threat. It was more of an indirect one.

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 40 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye (left gouged out)]
Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Gutspaw - @wolfie ]
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One of Mistlewhisker's many new duties as deputy was to ensure the training of apprentices went smoothly, and no one was left as an apprentice beyond the normal age range. Harder than it sounded, but the deputy had a lot of practice training many apprentices at once, often taking up training for three, four apprentices at a time if they asked for specific training from her. She rather liked training, and more often than not found apprentices to be less annoying than most warriors.

So even though the deputy was now busy with supposed prophecies, war on the horizon, and catching a stars-damned cannibal... Mistlewhisker was still inclined to answer as Gutspaw approached her, asking in a vaguely threatening manner for her to take bite hunting.

The large feline nodded, beckoning with her tail for it to follow her out into the territory. Mistlewhisker had to admit, she had missed the strange apprentice. Goopywhisker had become the closest thing to a son she could have, and he was bite's brother. Mistlewhisker did not find Gutspaw's behavior or questions to be unnerving, even if they were morbid. She appreciated its blunt nature and maturity. When it wasn't sneaking out of camp and collecting sap for some mystery project, that was.

Bringing it out into the territory, Mistlewhisker settled for a simple clearing not too far from camp. "We will start with the crouch. You said Bitterbane did not train you properly--show me what they taught you."

[wolfie]

➜ #GUTSPAW
it . . teeth . . bite
spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes; huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks - currently has black nail caps on
[ ╰┈➤ @Mica ]

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In retrospect, perhaps indirect threats were the way to go. This was not what Gutspaw had expected so, the look of bewilderment plastered across teeth's expression was plain as day. "Really? You swear to it?" It repeated, blinking at Mistlewhisker once and then twice. Huh. She was .. simply leading it out of camp. Just like that. A sudden glint appeared in bite's eyes, a look of determination & excitement. Quickly, it bounced after the deputy and out into the territory.

Eyes darted about, looking for anything it could use. Sap was great, but its cobwebs had lost most of its stickyness. Decent for padding but ,, really, what Gutspaw would love to grab is a few cattails. They had incredible fluff inside them. Oo, maybe if it could go near the ThunderClan border there were a few fallen acorns. It was a bit early, but you never knew.

It was only when Mistlewhisker came to a halt and Gutspaw right about walked straight into her that bite's thoughts dispersed. It shook its head back and forth, stepping a few pawsteps back before looking back up to her. "Right, uh - yeah, if we're being honest it was lest of a training session and more like.. a brief trip outside of camp, " It snorted, maybe Gutspaw was being rude but bloody hell.

Nonetheless, it dropped into a crouch that at first glance may be able to pass as decent but under further inspection it kept its body far too close to the ground with teeth's paws firmly bunched together; teeth's tail was stuck out straight and low to the ground. "...is this alright?" It asked, albeit more quieter than it usually did - eyes looking up to Mistlewhisker with a certain bit of vulnerability that could be missed. A part of them could not help but seek approval at times; foolishly so. It knew that, but still that part relented.