Hmm? Oh right. Training.
New mentor.
Eggpaw wondered what kind of attitude he would be giving this one. With Spiderheart, his first mentor, he had been the perfect apprentice. Boring. He couldn't believe himself.

With Frigidmist, his second, he had been notably less pleasant and more... 'Attitude' was the best word that came to mind. Eventually she had given up on him.

So now, Hawkbite. Numeral three.

I guess I'll see where this path takes me, he thought, standing from his nest and shaking the moss scraps from his fur.
Hawkbite was standing outside the entrance hole, waiting for him. He seemed promising. Eggpaw flicked his tail in greeting, and padded past him into the territories.

"I know how to stalk," he mewed, stopping beside his mentor. "But there is something you should know about me." There was no hint of apology or shame in his voice when he spoke again, or even his usual sneer and defiance. He left no room for discussion. He spoke like it was a flex. "I cannot walk straight. ' Least, not without concentrating really hard." He looked for the glint of amusement in his mentor's eye, or the rage or disgust or annoyance that he was accustomed to. He didn't care. He had accepted his disability. He didn't care.

Curiosity. Didn't look like the scrutinous kind, maybe just a warrior trying to understand his apprentice. He didn't care.
"I mean like, I go skew. If the area is big enough, I'd probably be walking in circles." It was more pronounced when he crouched than with normal walking, but it was still there. Always.

He saw on his mentors face that he wanted to see it him self, so Eggpaw bit back a sigh and sunk low. He focused ahead and began moving. He felt the familiar shift in balance, the unknown weight that pulled him to his right side. He stood straight again after a few pawsteps, enough to tell that there was something amiss. He didn't look at Hawkbites face. He didn't care what it said there.