brewing storm

[Fawn]

Palequiver -

Palequiver’s ears perked at the sound of a verbal scuffle, fine-tuned to anything Coldpaw, and that was unmistakeably his voice. That tight, almost-childish strained little whine that he made on the precipice of a tantrum, so in the preceding moment, she was on her paws. Seeking him out like a honing missile.

“Coldpaw, dearie!” Palequiver first called, then it dropped into a greeting when she stumbled upon the scene. “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking everywhere.” Her warmth thinned, muzzle pressing straighter as she regarded what was before her: Coldpaw, agitated, and some other irrelevant apprentice similarly-bristled over a particular spot in the clearing, presumably.

Her boy was better than that.

With a flick of her tail, she gestured towards the territory, distant stormclouds an afterthought. “Come along, Coldpaw. We have training to attend to. Let’s not fuss over unimportant matters.”

@BEAR.

[BEAR.]

This, this, this---! UGH, they were so lucky Mentor arrived when she did, Coldpaw might actually waste braincells coming up with an insult!

He'd swish his tail, but they weren't worth him ruining his pristine curl. He scoffed instead and began to head out of camp, ready to do something better. "Training. What ever are we covering today, Mentor?" He gave the sky a hard side-eye. "Hopefully not anything to do with those dreary clouds."

[ @Fawn ]