[Moonraven]

How troublesome, Batglare could barely hear anything over the squirming apprentice's cries. Even though they sounded pitiful, to Batglare it was more annoying. This kit was so starved for affection that she'd literally let her mother get away with murdering her. Her lack of concern for her own safety and health was aggravating. Batglare doubted immensely that Twistedpaw had no cats in this clan that actually cared for her, it was the fact that she was blind to the toxicity of the relationship she had with that she-devil that she couldn't grow or learn. The apprentice was doomed to repeat this vicious cycle of abuse if she didn't surround herself with the right cats, get the right help, and above all let go of the nonexistent bond she seemingly believed she had with her mother.

The huge warrior's tail lashed back and forth so sharply it could have cut through a tree. Even though he was beyond irked, it was very clear that Batglare didn't blame Twistedpaw for her... odd behavior. He was very gentle with the fangs that bit into her scruff, despite all her squirming, he made sure not to hurt her. He was glad she was small it made carrying her around that much easier, with no strain on his old shoulder injury. Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately, Batglare was unable to hear Twilightstar's verdict for the former queen between all of Twistedpaw's babbling. The old tom was sure that he'd hear of it later.

As he made his way into Cowpaw's den, Batglare immediately walked over to the back of the den and set Twistedpaw down gingerly there. He took a paw step back from her and sat down, yellow-green eyes peering down at wordless. Batglare's face was stuck normally in one expression, grim, he had been pretty much born with an intimidating expression plaster on his face and his size and muscular build did not help him there in the slightest. His eyes seemed to be permanently glaring intensely hence how he earned the second half of his warrior name.

All in all, he looked scarier and far meaner than he was, something he often used to his advantage when it came to fights. He was good at that, fighting, his thick pelt hid the numerous scars he wore from his battles, thankfully. Batglare considered him good with a lot of things, but calming hysterical apprentices was not one of them. The only training he had with this was when Eldersky had been an apprentice and had gotten upset, making him search for her all over the territory until he located her still upset hiding in a bush. He had to sit there, quietly until she had calmed herself down enough to talk and then filled his fur with her tears and snot because she wanted a hug which he reluctantly allowed. No two apprentices were ever the same, but still, he sat quietly seemingly waiting.

He left enough room for Snowybreeze to see if the younger warrior wanted to try and talk to the nuisance. He kept his ears slightly angled towards the opening of the den, he believed Cowpaw had been at the meeting so he should be returning to the den soon. Batglare recalled the paw's scratches and leaned a tad bit closer to see if she'd shrink away or not. He wanted to at least clean them while they waited for Cowpaw to arrive, but the old cat also wasn't interested in imposing on her or stressing her out more than he was. Ugh, he hated being a mentor.
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