[Cobra]

// @bmkmb

Whiteclaw sniffed disdainfully at Lionpaw's little grin. Who did he think he was? Oh, right, they'd already gone over this. Lionpaw thought he was the Clan leader, the boss, the guy who controlled everyone. He was obviously the leader of the apprentices. He was the one who stayed an apprentice, but was so cool. All the girls loved him and the guys aspired to be like him, the cool golden cute tom.

The reason he hated Lionpaw so much was because that he believed he was so cool. When in reality, he wasn't. Lionpaw thought that he could rule the world(though he'd already said that) and that he could smirk, he could do anything he wanted. Buckstar had better watch out, there would be a new leader soon. Whiteclaw was a good hunter, a fine defender, and other stuff too. But he wasn't charismatic, he didn't have anything. Cats weren't drawn to him, they didn't like him especially. All they did was tease him, and he was always the butt of the jokes. Whiteclaw was the Clan's entertainment, the one who could always make them laugh-and not in a good way. A bad way. Like, teasing way.

Wait, his apprentice was speaking again. Something about doing running training now? Why the heck? They were in a starsdamned forest for goodness sake. "Fine," he meowed curtly. "We can play...hide-and-seek tag." He tried not to let the expression of disgust slip onto his face, but really? Tag? They weren't kits. Whiteclaw was a warrior, and Lionpaw was like...a really old apprentice. Not super old, just older than the rest. So what prompted him to play tag?

Oh, hide-and-seek tag. Not just tag, no. They had to add even something more stupid, oh wait. Nono, the first thing was stupid, the second even more. He hated how Lionpaw decided everything, and how he was forced to go along with it. Whiteclaw wetnt along with it because...because actually er...he was bored, kinda sorta. And he wanted to impress Lionpaw, to make him think that he was cool, not that stupid idiot mentor who was like an overgrown baby and couldn't do anything for himself. But he could. He was smart. He was strong.

Whiteclaw flicked his tail, staring out into the forest. Life, life, life. Now, where should he hide? He wanted to impress Lionpaw, he wanted to see that shocked but wow my mentor's cool look on his face. He wanted to make him see that life wasn't all glitter and gold, that you didn't always win. He should hide in the fox burrow. Yes, that was the place. Or the badger set...? Either one, Lionpaw probably wouldn't find him because of the predator scent. He knew it was cheating, kinda, but not really in the end. Whiteclaw let out a content grin at the stunning idea.

He turned back around, letting his smile slip away making sure that his apprentice didn't see the last of it. He didn't want the younger cat to think he was some ass who tried to be kind and acted like the parent to all the cats. Oh, no. He honestly hated playing dad, and controlling and lording over cats wasn't his style. Whiteclaw much preferred to wait and listen, see what the other cat would do and then make his move. You learned much more and you were able to not trip up as much.

"Okay," he murmured back, hearing the kinda rude word. Whiteclaw twitched his ears, quite proud of himself and his exceptional hearing. "Alright," he drawled. "Don't follow me, or you'll be in big trouble. I'm serious." The grey tom bounded off into the forest, lashing his tail triumphantly as he found the fox burrow, abandoned. Yes. He wrinkled his nose at the musty scent and slid into it, then bunched into a tight ball, hiding from the line of view if you were to look in.

Perfect.