[silver.]

bitternpaw
he/him // 7 moons // shc apprentice
purrks: agatha kitty, the collector

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Today was the day. It was the day that he was going to start training, whether his mentor wanted to or not. No more waiting around, no more staring into the eyes of every warrior that passed through the center of camp. Stalking out of the apprentice's den he scans for his target, not blinking until his gaze rests upon him. Hillstrider. The cat that was named his mentor. He knew nothing of the warrior aside from the fact that he was young. Not even a full 12 moons older than he was. Could a warrior that young really be worth enough to train an apprentice? Despite his own inhibitions concerning the cat he has yet to learn much of anything about, he approaches, golden eyes serious with an underlying hint of curiosity.

"Mentor."

The guy hasn't earned his respect enough to be called by his name just yet. Maybe one day, but for now 'Mentor' will be his title. Tail tip twitching irritably behind him, he continues to stare, waiting for a response. He didn't have to say it, right? He should understand why he was approaching him.

hillstrider | @Mica