| Sprucejumper |
12 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
Kitty Softpaws - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Inactive
Dark limbs padded out of the warriors' den, emerald hues half lidded in a look of abject boredom. Ever since the damned owl had killed Herb Cat, they had been sentenced to being imprisoned inside the den like apprentices. It was frustrating. To know he had to approach others just for a chance at freedom. It almost made his early warriorhood all those moons prior
not worth it. And this time it was worse, because The Boulder was busy. And he didn't have a reason to bother them with his presence. What an absolute bother...
In all earnest, the tom wasn't paying attention. He had just come out of the warriors' den, and things had been so gravely dull of late he didn't see a reason to be alert. He would take Snotzilla out, but unfortunately he had decided he would be a good mentor and give her time to grieve. Now... how much time was enough time was unknown to him. A matter to bother The Boulder with at some point, he supposed. Outside of these two cats, however, he couldn't really see anyone else bothering him. It wasn't like he was one of the popular cats in the clan... thank the heavens for that.
He didn't hear her. Didn't see her. And quite frankly, didn't smell her at all. What he did hear, of course, was the infernally loud screeching of one of The Boulder's nicknames for him, coaxing him to live up to his name as he jumped into the air, twisting around in midair to face his foe. Or his... not foe. It was an apprentice. One that he was mildly familiar with. Hadn't he shared the apprentices' den with her for less than a moon? Yes, he was certain he had...
Despite his fright, his well trained mask of disinterest had remained, making the mildly raised hackles look entirely out of place on an otherwise uninterested feline. Closing his eyes, Sprucejumper shook himself, sitting down to calmly lick a paw and pass it over the back of his ears, a quick grooming session to follow up that embarrassment. As he did so, he listened to the loudest sneaky apprentice he had ever met in his life talk, confusion slowly settling into the pit of his stomach as dread. Right. So she wanted to... find her pap? That was easy enough to figure out. Her dad had left. And she still clung to that sliver of hope that the cat who had abandoned her and tossed her to the wayside like day old rubbish had simply gotten lost. Needed to be found instead.
It was odd. To see one so naive in this place. But then, he supposed some of the star worshipers were a bit more... optimistic than he would have given them credit for upon first meeting. The Boulder being an excellent example of this. Unfortunately for Speaks-a-Lot, he didn't really do fighting. He might be a genius beyond compare when it came to hunting - and incredibly modest about it, too - but fighting was simply not his forte. But then... he also knew how damn annoying it was to feel like you were getting nowhere. To have your mentor ignore you. To not learn the skills you needed to survive. The Boulder had helped him... He supposed it was time to help someone else in turn. Even if they spoke a million words a second and were far too naive for his liking. Besides, he had no one else to teach while his own apprentice was mourning for the lost Herb Cat. Might as well try and work on his teaching skills. This might just be beneficial for the both of them yet.
The former kittypet nodded, standing up and stretching his limbs as he debated what to teach the apprentice first. Pausing mid stretch, Sprucejumper frowned momentarily, realizing he didn't really know what Speaks-a-Lot knew to begin with. He had been a warrior for some moons now. Surely she had gotten some training in already? Unless she had a mentor like his first one, he supposed. Then she'd had nothing accomplished by this point in her apprenticeship. With a sigh, he cracked his neck, knowing he would have to engage in some level of conversation before turning his aloof expression upon the far too happy paw's own.
"Skills?" he drawled, tilting his head to the side as he questioned the paw on just how much battle training she had already accomplished before going down the rabbit hole of trying to teach any sort of technique to her.
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Estelle [Poppypaw]