Kestrelpaw's Warrior Assessment

[Blaaze]

▪︎Sproutfleck▪︎
▪︎The Bronze Knight▪︎
Purrks: Beefed Up T1 | The Collector
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A tight sigh escaped the Spotted knight. Previously, he had truly wanted Kes to grow up. But now? Sproutfleck felt as though he would be perfectly happy if she stayed at this age, as his apprentice, for stars know how long. Not forever, but... longer. He would miss having her in all honesty. She had grown very dear to him and Sproutfleck couldn't imagine her being a warrior. Not at the age of 7 moons. But... she was. And he felt all sappy thinking that but he couldn't help himself. The primary white feline blinkedhis verdant hues before rising tentatively to his paws. Her assessment. KesStress was going to be a warrior. And it was his turn to call her old.

The thought It didn't give Sproutfleck the expected satisfaction.

The little lady had worked hard after he had forced her to train. A smile on his lips. A sad smile. A thinking smile. She was going to have many adventures as a warrior and he hoped she wouldn't forget him. Wouldn't think of him. Well Sproutfleck wouldn't give her the option. The patterned apprentice would be forced to talk to him. He'd drag her over. Because he felt like he had a responsibility over Kes, to make sure she was okay and safe and happy. Was that was fatherhood felt like? He wasn't a father, and didn't intend to be, but .. he really did love Kestrelpaw. Cared about her a lot. Her and her wellbeing. So he padded toward the apprenrices den. Well, that was only if she passed. A small laugh. "Kes." He said briskly. "I've got a surprise for you. I'm going to give your warrior assessment." A massive grin spilled on the warriors maw. "BUT before you say anything let let tell you how this works. You'll hunt at least 2 pieces of prey, and I'll be watching you the whole time. You won't see me. At some random point I'll jump out and attack you, claws sheathed. You have to beat me-- or just ot fantastic-- to pass. Okay, now you can talk." Sproutsketeer was so proud. But what he was not proud of was that his roleplayer can't stop giving him more nicknames. But that was impossible.
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@Rose

[Rose]

Kestrelpaw

She/Her | 70/100 | [ #flocklitterkestrel ]

Wait. What? Really?! GASP! Kestrelpaw was up and out of her nest like a rocket, a squeal of excitement escaping her maw. She'd done it! Almost. YAY! Deep breaths, Kes, calm down. (It was too late, she'd already run two excited circles around Sproutfleck and began chattering excitedly the second the splotched tom told her she was allowed to speak). "Thank you, Mr. Fleck! Thank you thank you thank youu! You're my favorite mentor ever!" Oh wait, she'd only ever had one. "You're the best mentor ever!"

Tail thumping wildly against the ground, Kestrelpaw bounced on her paws as she tried to remain still. "Let's go! Pleasepleasepleaseplease, I can do it! Promise!"

[ @Blaaze - Sproutfleck ]