@Dirtfur

the battle was successful besides of the, well, death. the apprentice didn't know how to feel about it. at least starclan would take frostfall with open arms. wormpaw roll his shoulders, gazing at his mentor with squinted eyes. "i want to learn offensive moves, at least the basics, " he said bluntly. he had stayed behind to guard. he was extremely frustrated about his lack of a battle. if he wasn't a moon behind, he could've went. instead he had to wail internally as he waited. wormpaw unsheathe his claws and sheathe them, repeating the process as he dogged up island's dirt. "p..p ple ase…?" he wheezed out, tilting his head. oh! how lucky was dirtfur! the dark lord was begging. he felt so.. so pathetic.

wormpaw gazed at dirtfur, waiting patiently for a reply. the warrior seem distracted by something else. he suppose the death was also bothering the mentor. maybe the dirt was sad today. he paw at the dirt, the ground did seem droopy. or well mushy. it was usually like that however..? he blink, is the dirt depressed..? he raise his head, a bit surprised at being snapped at. wormpaw was quite used to it. 'personal space!' was one of his main reasons for the outbursts he guessed for most cats. wormpaw took a small step back, maybe he was invading dirtfur's space. he didn't mean to whine however.. wasn't please supposed to be a kind thing..? oh jeez, he couldn't keep up with manners. "are we learning defensive ones again then?" he questioned, brushing off the question. the lanky tom was pretty sure he wasn't a kit. kits were very much more.. rawr rather than roar. wormpaw figured it was the case, it was good to master defensive moves too. perhaps he could try adapting them to offensive ones in his free-time. that seemed nice.

wormpaw quietly watched his mentor's confusion grow. he tilt his head, that-- that wasn't where he was. was dirtfur's eyes also sick? oh starclan-- was-- was the apprentice spreading the eye sickness? he brush his tail gently against the warrior's back to help his mentor figure out his location. he slowly nodded, oh that sounded useful. it seemed pretty easy. considering as long as wormpaw was fast enough, he could use his height to his advantage to grab dirtfur's scruff. "um, yes. that sounds useful, " he mew in reply. "dirtfur, pardon my uh-- bluntness.. are your eyes sick too?" he rushed out. he was too curious.

wormpaw resisted to chuckle. that was definitely something mean and disrespectful. not to mention, it was his fault that his mentor's eyes were sick. he frown, would he have to be put in uh whatsyacall it? quarantine? he flashed a rare smile to his mentor, nodding. "of course not. we can still work and help the clan so it doesn't matter, " wormpaw mrrow, his eyesight wasn't as sick as dirtfur's yet at least. however as he became more and more aware of it-- he let out a helpless sigh. "hopefully shiverpetal has herbs for eye sickness, " he mumbled in a small voice. he still needed to see the damn med cat but boy, was he avoiding it.
wormpaw shrug his shoulders, "now teach me how to do that move, " he grinned before quickly shaking it off. must be serious. big bad dark lord. yeah..

wormpaw nodded, walking over to the spot where dirtfur was pointing to. he lowered his head and braced himself to be shooken. he listened carefully-- something he was finally picking up on instead of relying on sight alone. at least his mentor's brown fur stuck out against the leaf-bare background.

wormpaw flinch out of habit but relax his muscles from the contact. it tickled. everything in his body was telling him to shake the tom off. he nodded slowly, clenching his teeth to practice. "got it, let me try now, " he mew-- duck his head to break away from the warrior' soft grip. he turned around, his tail flickering. wormpaw seem to be generally excited at the new move. it seemed pretty easy.

wormpaw nodded, padding a few paw-lengths away before turning back around. he rushed at dirtfur, weaving his body so he would turn instead of crashing into the warrior- he twisted his head and gently sunk his teeth into dirtfur's scruff. he shook his head, giving the ol' tom a good shake. wormpaw took a few steps back after he was finished, scrunching his face up. "dirt's in my mouth ! bleh!" he stuck out his tongue, grimacing. not tasty :''(.

wormpaw just stared at his mentor with a blank look, his lips turn into a firm line. the apprentice carried the expression of a disappointed father. "you need a wash, " he brush off the question, pouting slightly. "gonnapushyouintheriver-i sw ear on starclan-" he sassily mumbled under his breath. actually. wormpaw gazed at dirtfur, glancing him up and down with his pink-tinted eyes.
he wondered how the tabby looked all clean and shiny.
oh yes, that was a must thing he would have to once the river thawed.

he blink, clearing his throat. oh boy. he could have gave away his plan for the future-- that would be disappointing. wormpaw stood up, "did i do decent? can we learn another one?" he questioned eagerly, tilting his head as he awaited for a quick response. the apprentice wanted to learn whatever he could for the next battle that was bound to happen soon. wormpaw wasn't a minnow-brain to not realize shadowclan was stubborn too.

wormpaw roll his shoulders back, blinking. he dip his head in respect, listening to the sound of paws shuffling around as he watched the blurry warrior move. he fidgeted, oh starclan no. wormpaw had learn his mentor didn't really hesitate with his words. which meant this was bad. he lower his head, heaving a big sigh. "dirtfur, " he started off, his voice strangely calm, squinting his eyes at the warrior. "i generally do not see where i can be taught on throwing mud. however, " wormpaw finally sigh, lifting his head up to the sky. regret filling his chest. "fi ne, " he sob internally. he didn't want to live up to his prefix. he wasn't a dirt-tunneling drypaw. he very much liked staying clean and the water...though, maybe it would be useful.