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***Alchemist Kitsune*** · #**4268** September 16th, 2024, 03:16 PM

Without the need for another word, Snotzilla seemed to pick up what he had meant for her to do, causing a nod of approval to escape him. He wasn't sure yet if she had the same knack for understanding his every movement and sparse words as well as if he had been gabbing away in the same fashion The Boulder did. They were always quick to word out what they were certain he was telling them, and while it wasn't always entirely on point - his mentor gave him far too much credit as far as efforts to make friends and his ability to care went - it had gotten fairly close the longer they knew each other. Impressively so. It only further proved to the chocolate point that words were really more of a deterrent than anything. Unnecessary for most things, with actions being far more useful in the grand scheme of things. Anyone could utter lies and pat themselves in the back with false platitudes, but actions spoke for themselves. A fact that his own apprentice was demonstrating now.

Sunpaw was attempting his crouch, perhaps a bit more exact to his own crouch than was necessary. Balance was key, and every cat was built different. But then again... she would learn. He certainly did back when his own mentor tried to teach him and he realized that he could never hunt the same way the three legged feline did. But seeing it in action. Realizing what worked for them? It helped him become his own hunter. Turned him from prey to predator. Perhaps he wasn't the teacher his mentor is. No one could be. But then... if hunting worked different for the two of them, surely he could adapt those very same teaching methods for himself? To encourage the ginger tabby before him to mold herself to become her own cat as opposed to a copy of her teacher.

Sprucejumper took note of the way she dragged her tail. The way she corrected it, which coaxed another nod of approval from him. There seemed to, however, be some level of confusion as to what she was doing. As if perhaps she wasn't entirely aware of what it was she was imitating. This part perplexed him. He thought it was so obvious that he had been hunting... but then again, maybe it was because he had been forced to try - and fail - to hunt his own food since he was a miserable moon old kit, only to be apprenticed within the clan at three moons of age. Not a lot of time spent simply enjoying life, he supposed. Gestures and actions that were transparently obvious to him might not be- And she landed on her face. Oh good. First official lesson and he broke his apprentice already. Angry was going to eat his face for this.

Emerald hues narrowed, the long furred warrior awaited for the she-cat's recovery. He wouldn't bring up that absolutely abysmal face meets the earth moment if she didn't. The young tom was perfectly aware of how such embarrassing moments were best left forgotten. ... And yet Sunpaw failed to get up. To resume as if nothing had happened, which was always the former kittypet's go to move in moments of abject failure. Well... so he believed. There had been many a moment when he had simply remained face planted to the ground in fear that his indignation against nature would unravel in an emotional tantrum he would never be able to recover from. If this was the case for her, perhaps he and Snotzilla were not so different after all? Still, she hadn't moved in a long time. Best make sure she was alright.

"Injured?" he asked, his voice the usual unemotive drawl he spoke in as he tapped her shoulder in his best attempt at a there there motion, unpracticed and awkward, but it was the thought that counted, he supposed.

@Kix [Sunpaw]