| Sprucepaw |
A nice, warming sunbath. That was all Fudge wanted. Some peace and quiet before he got through the arduous task of choosing what looked best in the prey pile today. But that could be later, now he just wanted... for that cat to stop his incessant yowling. Honestly. How was one supposed to-
Ti-Tigerblush? The former kittypet's glare of annoyance turned into a look of surprise, his dark limbs instantly getting him to his paws by instinct as he kept his eyes peeled for the cat's appearance. Wait... why was she taking two other apprentices out on the territory? Did Yowly the Annoyance not know that was
his mentor?! Did no one know?
Ugh. Whatever. Guess now was the time to see just who exactly this Tigerblush - seriously... these names - was. At least that way whenever he was inevitably questioned about his training he could one hundred percent respond with a
What? Tigerblush? Of course I know who that is. Who do you take me for? Well... He wouldn't say it. But he would think it. That counts.
Padding over to the gathering cats, the grumpy ball of chocolate fur paused, horrified as he heard Yowly McLoudy talk once more, this time saying his name. Well... not his name. That stupid name they called him.
Sprucepaw. But... but why had he been called? What had he said?! Something... something about two other cats? And going to Firefly Cove? Wait. He knew that place! The Boulder had taken him there! Hah! Take that Yowly! Thinking he could catch Fudge off guard. Well, he'd sure shown him a thing or two, now hadn't he?
A smug demeanor on his youthful, kittenish features, the four moon old's ears perked up as he heard a voice calling the name of the two apprentices that were to go with his mentor. Emerald hues instantly locking on the source of the noise, he saw a fawn molly he had... honestly never noticed before. Oh! Oh! But she had stripes! She was a tabby! He knew it! With a name like that. Honestly, what else was he expecting with a brain like his? A veritable
genius. That's what he was!
Content with his find, the chocolate point turned to leave, his work here done when he remembered... it... wasn't. Well dung. He still had to meet Flamingbird and Pokeymitts. Or whatever they were called. Something to those effects, he was sure... Except... he had no idea what either of these cats looked like. With a gulp, Fudge sat down, attempting his best to put on his usual mask of unamused disinterest. Hopefully these cats knew who he was and would tell him to go along with them. Or they would call to him. Anything, really. It's not like they had already left without him or something like that... right? R-right?!
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