[dionysus]

[ @Arie ]

Rushingmoor snorted and plopped down beside the apprentice, nudging him lightly in a subtle show of affection. He had no idea who Meltingfly was and had to sift through the cats receiving apprentices to try to compare names. Losing interest in that task, Rushingmoor glanced over at the younger Tom beside him, gauging his appearance and noticing he seemed a bit taller. For some reason this realization shot a string of nerves through his heart. Growth meant change but Rushingmoor liked everything the way it was- he didn’t want anything to change!

“Speaking of apprentices, you look like you’re getting bigger, Stag. Won’t be long before you’re Stagbeetle or Stagcliffjumper.”