Burningspark closed his golden eyes, taking one paw and rasping his tongue over it before using it to clean his furred ear. He would clean his furless, scarred one later, he just didn’t like to be reminded of it, especially early in the morning when the camp was semi-quiet and smelled of early morning dew. He was enjoying the quietness too the point where he didn’t notice the apprentice padding toward him until it was too late. “What the-,” His eyes were open in less than a heartbeat as his head whirled around to see who had bumped into him. His gaze was the only thing showing his displeasure as his golden eyes roved over the smaller she-cat. “It’s alright I suppose. Just don’t do it again, or else I might have to think about finding your mentor and convincing them to make you do ticks for a moon.” He mewed gruffly. Why were apprentices so clumsy? He didn’t remember being this unsure of anything, ever, except for the first day he’d arrived. Since then, Clan politics hadn’t bothered him as much as it had the rest of the clan as long as he was sure he could prove himself worthy of being a warrior.

Burningspark was ready for the she-cat to nod, mumble a second apology, and stumble away from him like most cats did. Either his scarred pelt that always smelled faintly of smoke drove them off or his cold, even glances did. He wasn't like the rest of his clanmates; there was no uncertainty in how he wanted to go about his life. In fact, he decided he might even like Dawnstars leadership. However, he was surprised that the apprentice - who he was quickly realizing wasnt as short as he first thought - decided to stick by and make small-talk with him. Strange. He thought. "Burningspark. I've been around for more than a few moons by now, but I suppose it's good you haven't seen me before. Means I'm good at what I do." Which is sticking to me, myself, and I. He thought, already slightly uncomfortable talking to her. Burningspark trained, hunted, and defended. He wasn't much of a talker.

This she-cat wouldn't stop her pestering. He didn't know wether to be annoyed and simply ignore her or if he should actually care and talk with her. She is my clanmate... I suppose talking wouldn't harm anything, as long as she doesn't prove to be a distraction. He told himself. Clever name? For once he was too surprised to answer right away. Darkpaw? "Ironic that your name's Darkpaw but your personality seems to be anything but dark, don't you think?" He observed, tail flicking behind him before he rolled his muscled shoulders to try and relax. He almost laughed at her next question, and he would have, had it not been such a dry way to continue the conversation. Maybe I can end this conversation here. He thought, taking a moment to answer. "I hunt, train and defend." He mewed. It was a mantra he repeated in his head almost every day. "So unless you need something from me, I was thinking of doing just that and going hunting." He mewed, getting up with a stretch.