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STEALTH
The lockdown certainly put a damper on the territory tour, something she wanted Mosquitopaw to learn first, but predators got in the way. Well, she'd certainly rather have to train within camp if going out meant risking seeing her apprentice get skewered by fox fangs. Mudslide slinked near the hollowed out tree of the apprentice den, pale eyes glancing across every mossbed she saw untill she spotted Mosquitopaw. With a clearing of her throat, she spoke. "Training. Mosquitopaw." She said simply. If he was a bit tired, that was fine, it was still early. But, battle could happen at any time, and if she knew anything she knew that life certainly wasn't fair, no matter the circumstance.
She sat at the entrance, her ears twitching as she waited patiently. Or, semi-patiently. She still wasn't too happy about having an apprentice in the first place. She never wanted to build a bond with anycat. So, the sooner she got done with this, the sooner Mosquitopaw could become a warrior. And it wasn't that Mudslide didn't like him, quite the opposite actually. She thought his temperament wasn't hair splitting, and that was enough for her. But that was also a problem.
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@nyme // Mosquitopaw (respond when you can, I'm in no rush!!)
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
The lanky black tom is slow to make it out of his bed, but he does make it. He's sluggish, not so bright-eyed today, bereft some of the usual nervous energy that would keep his ears perked and his eyes shining—but Mudslide is still given a small smile and a (he hopes) polite:
"Hellogoodmorning. M'here, sorry. You okay?" He's shaking bits of debris from his short pelt, slouching in the mouth of the apprentice's den like a long shadow. Copper eyes twitch watchfully to Mudslide's face. He is still torn between the understanding that it is not his place or responsibility to pry and the desire to do so, anyway—the same as he desires to fuss over nearly any and all of the cats he sees often. Nearly any and all clanmates, period.
The lanky black tom is slow to make it out of his bed, but he does make it. He's sluggish, not so bright-eyed today, bereft some of the usual nervous energy that would keep his ears perked and his eyes shining—but Mudslide is still given a small smile and a (he hopes) polite:
"Hellogoodmorning. M'here, sorry. You okay?" He's shaking bits of debris from his short pelt, slouching in the mouth of the apprentice's den like a long shadow. Copper eyes twitch watchfully to Mudslide's face. He is still torn between the understanding that it is not his place or responsibility to pry and the desire to do so, anyway—the same as he desires to fuss over nearly any and all of the cats he sees often. Nearly any and all clanmates, period.
Her apprentice was up, sooner or later. It was better than him ignoring her completely, so who was she to complain? He smiled at her, and her whiskers merely twitched in response. She stuffed and swallowed the pang that came in her chest, almost as though she were aching. No. No. No more connections. She'd break. She'd fail. The stars would make sure of it.
Curling her tail around her paws to buffer against the leaf-bare wind, she shifted a bit, twitching her long oriental ears as Mosquitopaw spoke, his words slurred and sluggish. Yep, he was definitely asleep mere moments before. She almost felt bad about waking him up, but then she'd get absolutely nowhere.
To respond to his last question, she gave a nod of her head, Yeah, I'm fine. Mudslide thought, pleased that he couldn't tell based on her expression alone. Or, rather her lack of expression. One simple gravely mew passed her muzzle. "Stealth." She said, raising herself to her paws to walk further into the clearing, near the edge.
Jeez... All of this would be a lot easier if talking wasn't the worst thing in the whole world. She'd just have to use her words wisely. She turned to Mosquitopaw and blinked. "Watch." She said simply, before her whole body stilled, as though a layer of permafrost had cemented her into place. Her breathing shallowed and she inched away into shadow. Not bothering to step out of her solitude, Mudslide spoke from the darkness. "How?" Maybe getting him to think a bit about it first would be easier, then she could correct things as she went.
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
Mosquitopaw Training [p]
