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Fudge blinked, relieved when once more The Boulder showed the obvious brilliance they hid behind their puffed up, prey filled cheeks. Tilting his head to the side without much change to his countenance, he awaited. Familiar as he was with the brown furred giant, he knew there would be more to come. While he did not generally appreciate cats who blabbed endlessly and for no reason, it was always welcomed when it was information he so obviously needed. The Birman mix wasn't certain how his mentor accomplished it. Just talking away so much for the sake of teaching. He was certain he wouldn't be able to imitate. Gratefully, as long as he kept well away from Angry's periphery, he was certain such a task would not be burdened on him. No cat would rightly consider him a good candidate to teach anyone anything, in any case, and he would just as rather have it stay that way.
The young tom's whiskers twitched a little at the mention of The Boulder never having had an assessment themselves which... fair. One look at them and you could tell that there was no need for any of that. The Boulder - or Muddog as the star worshippers called them - was obviously a powerful feline. Any cat who doubted that was an idiot. Of course, it seemed he himself could skip out on an assessment himself, but that involved placing himself in danger and fight a big battle? Yeah. How about no? For once, he'll skip the shortcut.
The whole ordeal made sense, he supposed. Hunting. Climbing. Could combine hunting with climbing, which honestly sounded like his kind of thing... and then the spar. That... did not bode well. Because... excuse?! Was he supposed to fight The Boulder? Had anyone looked at Fudge lately? True, he was much, much bigger than when he had started training, but The Boulder was huge. And they weren't going to hold back? Claws in for a little while? Well... that was it! He didn't need a name that bad. He could keep mooching for a little until it was time to leave. Because if it was between facing the cats out on the dark paths of the city or facing The Boulder in combat, the city cats sounded like his best bet at survival.
Not bothering to hide his incredulity much at the news, the young apprentice allowed himself to raise a brow, looking his mentor up and down - up, it was mostly up - pointedly. With purpose. He understood he was allowed to fail. But was he, really? Angry didn't seem like the patient type. What if... and hear him out... he was so good at the tree hunting thing they made that his thing and kept him out of the fighting parts of this whole Thunder Cat part of life? Seriously. The badger fight was starting to look like a positively bright, easy, fun time in comparison to what he had to do here to... what? Lose the paw? Oh... he was going to lose the paw alright. Along with a few teeth and his kidneys. It was all swell, of course, that he didn't have to win, but honestly just surviving seemed daunting enough as it was. Winning was no doubt out of the question.
"Intriguing..." he mewed finally after a pause, tilting his head left and right in thought as he emerald half moons stared at amber, a silent
And you think I'm ready? in his motions.
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Rani [Mudhound]