| Sprucepaw |
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The change was imperceptible. Living out on the streets, getting beat up for fun by bigger cats that just wanted to see him cry for his ma... it had taught him a few things. Like how to mask his expressions. True, he sometimes floundered. Silly things that let him push his walls down, if only a little. But he liked to believe that he was fairly good at hiding it. The way his muscles tensed as he heard Angry's voice. His eyes deadpanned, only his pupils turning to small slits for a moment telling on him. A quick release of air, however... and he was back to his regular, emotionless self. He wasn't about to show Angry that he had a healthy fear of her. He knew the repercussions of that. Death. And he would very much like to survive, thank you and goodbye.
The Boulder's words brought a small twitch from Fudge. An agreement to their words... albeit perhaps not in the same context. Because he was perfectly aware that no one said no to the head. Anyone who had a problem with the tiny killer would end up shredded at best. At this point in his life, he was actively surprised that the one cat Angry had considered useless had managed to get out of the clan with his life. The apprentice did not voice as much, however. It wasn't in his nature to speak, in any case. And voicing such thoughts would no doubt have him meet a fate much worse than exile. He wasn't clanborn, after all. Something told him that to these star worshipers that meant easier to dispose.
The suggestion to even consider sparring with the ThunderClan leader finally coaxing an emotion out of the tom, he gave his mentor a deadpanned, unamused glare. Perhaps... not the most different to his usual, expressionless, deadpanned stare, but most certainly there... at least to those most familiar with the chocolate point. True, he had no chance of defeating his mentor. The Boulder was too big. Too experienced. And most certainly too strong. But he could at least be certain that after they had given their word that they would not be trying to kill him, they would honor that. He gave no such trust to Angry. If he lost against that angry ball of undergrown fluff, it would be the last thing he did.
Getting up with a nod, the tom stretched himself, getting his long, gangly limbs ready for his favorite of pastimes. Climbing. And he got to hunt while climbing today? At least one silver lining, he supposed. One last, enjoyable act before his demise. After all, whatever Angry wanted, Angry got. And if he didn't impress the leader with his hunting? There was every chance that she would then decide to be the opponent, and he could kiss his life goodbye. Not even a chance to run from it, he was sure. In a way he guessed today would dictate in more ways than one if he had ever been meant to survive the wild.
"Commencing?" Fudge asked, emerald eyes on his mentor, keen on putting distance between himself and the camp for some air; clear his head before the looming threat of the spar.
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