[MockingRabbit]

Originally Posted by Marigoldwhisper

`~Owltalon
She\Lionheart\RC
"Are you listening, starchild?"

Purrks: Agatha Kitty ACTIVE!
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Owltalon had just gotten back from a very sandy place as she shook piles of golden sand out of her dark fur. When she'd finally shook out the last of it, the call of her leader roared to life on the Floodstone. Perfect timing! Now she'll look presentable.

"Reporting for duty," she said to nocat but herself. She sat very close to the Floodstone to the point of which she had to look up and crane her neck wildly to actually meet Fadingsun's eyes. Not that she cared anyways. Being this close was always beneficial for her, considering her poor eyesight.

She curled her bushy tail around herself as she scanned the meeting place. Cats were pouring in, hopefully to listen this time. She flashed a smile at anycat she could just to show her support. Plus, smiling just felt good in general. Who wouldn't wanna smile?

(This post is open, hahahaha!)

Another meeting, so soon?
Well, not much actually happened last time, he guessed, so maybe this is to be expected. Fadingsun looked to be in a good mood. Maybe he thought it would encourage a pleasant meeting. Roseshard wasn't optimistic, though.
The russet-and-black tabby plopped himself down in the clearing near the Floodstone. "You seem happy," he mewed to the cat beside him as he waited for the rest of his Clan-mates to arrive, and for the meeting to start.

He side eyed her as he awaited her response, and recognised who she was. He cringed inwardly at himself, even as his face remained opaque.
That probably sounded rude.

A stray vision

Roseshard looked up at his mentor. It felt odd, having such vibrant feelings of disgust without pricking fur or a roiling stomach that would usually come with it. Words rose unbidden to his lips. He wanted to shout and yell abuse at this cat who was supposed to have trained him, but the words that fell came in the tone of a nervous apprentice.
"Slightfur? I was- I was wondering if we could practice my hunting skills today..."

The older cat turned his slow gaze on Roseshard, the indifference in his gaze clear as river water. He had the sleek and puffy fur of a cat who spent a lot of time grooming himself. His sides, even for a RiverClan cat, were padded with an extra layer of fat.
"Oh, sorry Rosepaw. I am not feeling in to it today."

With that, he turned away dismissively. No promise for another time. No effort. Nothing.
Roseshard knew that his father would not have approved of a new mentor. He would have called it ungrateful and disloyal. He would have said all he needed to was get used to it. So Roseshard suffered along in silence.