[Undertaker]

 

Originally Posted by wolfie

⸝⸝⸝ 彡 ☽ six moons ✮ he . him ✮ shadowclan apprentice ☾ 彡 ⸝⸝⸝

huge chocolate brown tom with darker brown markings that go down his back and limbs; lighter brown underbelly and chest. has a striped tail and small, tufted ears with round, blazing golden eyes. has thick fluffy fur and a raccoon-like striped tail. he has a single tooth that overlaps his bottom lip and is commonly covered in mud. he is missing half of his right ear; smells like dirt & wood. struggles with a stutter. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

꒰ #AcontiumFlowers /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ꒱

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····╰⪼ @Undertaker .ᐟ.ᐟ

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ The mud was all warm, compressing his limbs. He watched Mama from the hole he had dug, it was shallow enough just to give a dip in the cold soil. His short tail swished back and forth, peering curiously to watch her movements. He wanted to learn from her. She had everything he could ever know inside her head! Duh, obviously, she was the leader for a REAASSOON! They couldn't have an idiot taking them into battle!!! .... Waait, wait, wait. Houndpaw paused in his pondering. Oh no. He couldn't be the idiot charging into battle, either. Mama Mistle had already warned him off for doin' that. (He didn't know the rat was a MONSTER!!)

The apprentice slowly arose from his mud pile, paws stepping quietly onto the floor. His thin pupils quickly became big, wide saucers - turning his typically huge, golden irises into a thin color wrapping around the parameter. Ever since he was a little he always, always, always loved pouncing on his Mama. (Okay, really any of his family members but she was extra big which made it way more fun!) It was his version of a hug, really.

He crouched low behind her, a surprisingly decent crouch now that Mistlewhisker had taught him how to hunt. Unfortunately for Houndpaw, he could not control the rumbling that was rising from his throat as he crept closer and closer with bubbling anticipation. He could not help but feel pure joy when he was being a little mischievous.

Sneaking as close as he can before all of the sudden, Houndpaw pushed off the ground and attempted to pounce on his Mother ─ though very likely ending with him rolling on the floor to pop right back up. Unless she was super distracted. "HAI !! HAI !! HAI MA!!" He yipped, flashing a tooth-filled goofy grin. "T-teacchhh me hooow t-to fight-t like you? P-p-pleaaasseee? And and - t-thank you?" He requested, using his very very very VERY best manners. Surely, she couldn't stay no. His torn ear flickered, tail swishing excitedly back and forth.

.. He neglected to mention his run in with a monster to his Mama. Not yet, anyway. He needed to get her a super impressive gift before he could share his tale of horrors. Also, he.. he reallyy didn't want her to give him a look like Miss Ma-Mistle had. He hated that look the MOST. It made him feel all ugly inside.

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ heightened hearing ✮ silver tongue ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

[Thanks for the bump]
Now what was that idiot doing? The large dark mackeral tabby was cleaning her face while her pupils narrowed into thin slits, glowering at the mud covered brat. She understood ShadowClan's affinity with mud to a point, but Houndpaw took it to an entirely different level. She wasn't sure if it was the filth he was fond of or the digging. Regardless, it made bathing him one of her least favorite tasks.

Yelling at him now would get her nowhere since she wasn't in the mood to drag him to the nearest water source, knowing he'd get himself dirty again five seconds later. She'd dragged him out for a bath later, preferably when it was time to sleep, hopefully avoiding mud being tracked into the apprentice den. Sighing exasperatingly, the leader shut her eyes and swiped a huge paw over her face, returning to her grooming.

Yet, it seemed that she couldn't even find peace in that. Her hackle rose, and muscles went stiff as that sixth sense flare. The loud purring relaxed her just a tad as she slightly turned her head to peer at the mudball stalking her. Houndpaw and Weepingpaw were known for their love of pouncing on her or scaling her like she was a tree. It was annoying and often had maternal instincts warring with her survival instincts. Even after all the moons dealing with her kittens' nonsense, she still hasn't quite gotten the hang of not overreacting when it came to their tomfoolery.

As he springs, she neatly leaps out of the way, whiskered brow raised as he bounces back onto his paws. "Nuisance," She greets her son with her lips twitching in the beginnings of a snarl. Before she could go into another lecture about not getting her dirty, he randomly pestered her about battle training and fighting like her. As much as she wanted to tell him to bug his other mother, Dawnstar supposed teaching him some basics wouldn't hurt.

"Fine, but only because you asked nicely." The clan leader led them towards the back of the camp, near her den, and beckoned for the muddy brat to follow her. "We'll work on some basics. Where are the best places to strike your opponent to win a fight?"