[Willowfern]

Weaselheart didn’t flinch as both kits stuck him with their little thorny paws. Together their effort caused a small droplet of blood to swell at the edge of his nose. Weaselheart let out an unimpressed grunt as he wiped away the blood.
“Alright, cotton-tails,” Weaselheart jokingly chided, “Let’s save the violence for each other. It’s not polite to attack your mentor, is it?” He looked them over. At least they seemed to have spunk. There was hope for them yet.
Weaselheart flexed his bloodstained claws and let out a beastly yawn before he spoke again,
“First things first, kiddos, what are your names, eh? I can’t start training you without knowing your names first. How else will I call out when you mess up?”
Weaselheart stalked a circle around the two kits. On a second look, they both looked like pretty solid, good ShadowClan stock. Weaselheart had a feeling that these two would excel under his teachings, and by them excelling… he grinned to himself, not needing to complete the thought as the idea of great personal gain began to cultivate in his mind.
“My name is Weaselheart, and you may call me by no nicknames. If I so much as hear a ‘Weasel’ or ‘Mr. Weasel’ from either of you, you’ll get your ear gnawed off,” Weaselheart’s face didn’t betray whether or not this threat was figurative or literal, “The reason you are here, if you were wondering, is for training. I am rather… bored here in this place, and I’d just love to do something substantial in my death,” This was a lie, of course, Weaselheart hated kids, and he’d be much happier not training them, but whatever.
“My training,” He meowed darkly, “Is like no other. With me, there’s no need for sheathing your claws. Here, there is no Warrior Code to prevent you from fighting one-another.”
“In my lessons, we use ranks, but not in the conventional way. You go from kit, to apprentice, to warrior, to leader. Leader is when you’re done, you’ve aged out of my training. Speaking of age, age doesn’t matter for these lessons, you could be thirty-five moons old and still be a kit in my training. It all depends on how hard you work to earn your rank up.”
“To train at all, of course, you need a battle partner,” His eyes met both of theirs, “Guess who you’ll be fighting?” He asked, pausing to hear their answers.
@perseus. @dino. (If you don’t like the “rank” system, I can get rid of it. I just wanted to spice things up, give the siblings an incentive to one-up each other n’ stuff.)