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Originally Posted by Moonraven
Batglare was glad someone could find amusement with this, he would never have taken Elderpaw as one to laugh at another's pain. His intense yellow-green eyes glare at her as she gradually creeps towards him. It brought him back to the days his younger sister did the same, usually playing the most horrible tricks on him. Batglare was waiting for her to do something irritating, so all the tension and wound up was for nothing. All he got was a brief cuddle and some purrs. It was a little bit of a letdown, not that he was lamenting.
It was strange, the last time he's gotten anything close to this was so many moons ago. Batglare did not enjoy physical contact unless it was for fighting. Yet, Elderpaw was an expectation for the time being. Ignoring her paw poking, he turns his head as he felt some fur on the tip of his tail get caught on a thorn considering he had starting lashing it when Elderpaw started being weird. It hurt getting snagged and he didn't dare try yanking it free. It takes some biting, he gets his tail free though. Naturally, he can't help but hiss at his apprentice for the hell of it at her teasing tone.
"Don't give me ideas." Batglare scoffs at her running comment as he got to his paws. He ducks his head, broad shoulder brushing against the side, and glides his tail in between his legs to keep from getting it snagged again. It takes some weaving and he's free! Batglare lowers himself into a stretch, back practically cracking when he bends down. He stands to his full intimidating height and shakes out his body, starting from his head to the back of his tail. An assortment of bugs flew out of his coat, plopping down he quickly began scratching at his shoulder. There was an itch but no matter how much he scratched it didn't go away.
"Come on, let's get going." He tossed to the she-cat as he starts leading the way home. "If you don't keep up you'll be left behind." The brown and white tom grumbled, picking up his pace into a slow run.
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Oh, it was hard not to get ideas. But as the tom shifted and shuffled and suffered before finally getting out of the brush, Elderpaw could do nothing but observe, her highly amused expression shining rather like a beacon. She might feel bad if she'd managed to give her mentor fleas or another case of bugs that just wouldn't go, but for now, watching him so irritated and pissy was the best thing in her life. Until he threatens to abandon her! The apprentice lets out one sharp laugh of amazement and wastes no more time in scrambling out of the bush herself, the tugging of the thorns and the frantic insects nothing to her. Sure, she was missing some fur now, and maybe her ear had a weird sensation in it like a hitchhiker taking the ride of their tiny life, but she was great! "No leaving me behind!" she calls after him, already galloping after the tom even while still stretching her limbs and shaking the debris off her pelt. After being so cramped up for so long, her legs which had hurt from running in the first place now quivered at the sudden sprint taking place. But it was nice.