Whisperpaw listened to the she-cat with perked ears, nodding along gently as she spoke. He really was a good listener, or at least he acted like one. He waited for her to pick out the prey she wanted and settled down in a spot he decided was comfortable enough for him. "
Battle moves! How exciting!" He meowed, genuinely enthusiastic.
He sighed a bit too emphatically when she brought up his training. "
Oh, you know how Twilightstar can be. She hasn't taken me out any yet. So consider me completely inexperienced," he grumbled- though it was easy to see a twinkle of humor in those blue eyes of his. He really wasn't as put out by it as he appeared, as he perked back up into his bright mood rather quickly. He leaned down and began pulling the feathers out of the bird he had picked out before taking a few bites, careful not to get too much blood on the white parts of his fur. In fact if paying attention, one would notice he was using his one orange paw to hold it down instead of his white one.
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I'm just sure you'll do fine at battle training sweetheart," he reassured in that tone of liquid honey he always had. "
Better than me, of course. Just take one look at me!" Given his size and generally prickly about getting dirty attitude, he wasn't kidding. But he laughed in good spirits anyway, no need to always be serious.
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