| Sprucepaw |
Kitty Softpaws - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive
The Birman mix found himself conflicted of late. He wasn't old by apprentice standards, having been apprenticed at so young an age, but with very few exceptions, he was one of the cats that had been in the apprentices' den the longest. And if he were to be honest, it was boring. He'd thought having the easy life was fun. Just being stuck indoors all day while others worked away. If they wanted to spend all their energy taking care of others that didn't really care all that much about them, that seemed like a them problem. Fools, the lot of them. Or so had been his mentality when he'd first arrived to this horrendous place.
But then he'd grown. The months had passed him by, and Fudge found himself disliking this part of the clan's lifestyle. Why were apprentices not allowed to go out alone? He had been hunting out on patrols all by his lonesome ever since he was three months old! And no one had batted an eye then! Yowly had even said he could continue going out alone as long as he told someone he was going out! Of course, then Yowly seemingly vanished and he wasn't so sure about the validity of his word. For all he knew, Angry had eaten him when he'd let his guard down or something. This fact just made his paws even more itchy to go out and explore. To climb the vast canopy of the forest just outside these cursed walls. To have some level of freedom dictate his actions. To maybe surprise The Boulder with an awesome, fat squirrel he'd caught all by himself! But instead he was stuck in here until he was given this... assessment thing he had heard about?
The first shadow of an expression crossed the chocolate point as his nose wrinkled, clashing with his expressionless countenance. He hadn't been meaning to eavesdrop when he overheard, but it wasn't his fault some of the cats in this place spoke very, very loudly. It took some time to piece the information together from the bits he heard here and there, but a picture had finally started to form. One that challenged his original assumption that one day in every apprentices' life Angry suddenly decided that they had spent enough time in apprenticing hell and yelled out their new name. Turned out that Angry didn't just yell or kill all of life's problems away. Who knew? Guess you learned something new every day.
The problem was, that even with what he did know, he didn't totally understand how this whole assessment situation work. His first mentor never really trained him - not like he'd needed it, he could find his own training, thank you very much - and by the time Angry turned him over to The Boulder, the fact never came up. Although... he wasn't even sure if it would have been discussed by them? It seemed to be something that even kits knew about. Probably one of those
had to be born here things. Maybe the mas were supposed to explain those things? Yeah well, he didn't have a ma! But you know what? He wasn't going to let that stop him! Because he had someone better! He had The Boulder! All he had to do was ask them about it now, right? The Boulder liked to speak and explain things! He was sure that they would be happy to explain everything if he asked.
With that decided, Fudge stood... only to be stopped by the clawing of hunger in his stomach. Alright... food first then. Or... better yet, food offering for The Boulder and questioning at the same time? That meant he could eat while getting a lesson! Maybe even sneak in some out time with his mentor too if he was extra focused and impressed them with his obviously amazing levels of genius.
A cat on a mission, the dark sienna tom padded over to the prey pile, only to find it relatively low. Emerald orbs narrowed slightly at the sight. You see? Right now he was pitiful. Having to rely on the scraps of others to survive. If he had this... assessment thing, he could go out and hunt all he wanted! Might even bring extras too. Couldn't have The Boulder not being fed, after all. Plus some of those kits... the lonely ones he kept finding in that not nursery den. Someone had to feed those too, he presumed. Still... maybe today's lesson could be joined up with a hunting one. That would take care of the near empty prey pile, now wouldn't it?
Dipping his head, Fudge quickly grabbed the mouse, only to drop it in an instant, realizing it was frozen rock solid. Oh good. His favorite was inedible right now. That left the two moles? Yep. The two moles. Hadn't one of those caused him pain, anguish, misery, and embarrassed him in front of the two herb cats during his last solo patrol excursion? Of course... he had been five moons old at the time - it had been a while since his last solo patrol, The Boulder was far too attentive for those - but old feuds ran deep, so with far more vindication than would probably be required, the tom grabbed the two morsels and was swiftly off on his quest to find The Boulder, hoping to find the answer he sought after.
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Rani [Mudhound]
| Planning on having Spruce ask Muddy about the assessment on his next post! And I know dino. wants to have Bumble attend this assessment, but I am not sure when you want Bumble to jump in, so mentioning you here and just letting you decide when to hop in? |