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The tom stands there listening to Vineglow, and then to Sundust. A gross taste enters his mouth as the she-cat talks about strangeness, and his eyes twitch.
"Strange is subjective, isn't it?" he questions.
"What do you know about me?" His tone was tempered, but childishly defiant. Looking crossly at the ground, Crocuspaw's tail lashes.
"No one told me anything yet," he mutters in response to the other tom's words. At least that much was true, and needed no further creativity from the apprentice to come up with.
"What are mentors? Cats who are supposed to show you what to do, or are they for cats who are new to the Clan?" Turning, he sniffs dismissively.
"Mine's not shown up since Sparrow introduced us. Or is that okay?" Accepting the tom's complicity, the apprentice begins to walk through the undergrowth again.
Unless either older cat backed out, they'd be walking towards the edge of the territory, where no Clan claimed- the outskirts. A band of terrain that stretched between ThunderClan, and a somewhat-near somewhat-far nofur community.