Mutual Understanding [Wormpaw, Open] Jun 14, 2013 17:27:52 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Jun 14, 2013 17:27:52 GMT -5
That guy has a habit of making you feel guilty just for existing.
Critical yellow-green eyes witnessed the awkward exchange between mentor and apprentice, the striped kitten excusing himself from under his mentor's sharp golden stare. He could tell by their posture that they were still out of sync, mindsets refusing to match at something about each other caused a sort of...repellant effect. Huh. That's weird. It was impossible not to notice how well Lionstar usually treated his apprentices - they all unabashedly adored him, so this scenario shouldn't be any different. Then again, Lionstar had not taken on two apprentices at once, as far as Sprucefur could recall, so that could obviously be a major source of friction between the two.
Maybe Wormpaw considered himself the cause of any budding awkwardness and distance hovering between Lionstar and Featherpaw like a veil, and Sprucefur, taking into account his personal feelings, hadn't really been able to blame anyone besides Lionstar. It wasn't even a petty reason, as the half-brother of TreeClan's great lion warrior might be accused of on occasion, it was simple deduction. If Lionstar had taken into consideration Featherpaw's feelings so late into their apprenticeship, then he would've given Wormpaw to someone else for the time being, and then reassigned Wormpaw to himself after Featherpaw had taken her place within the warriors' den.
A strange sort of lurch in his stomach occurred at the thought, his musings trying to snowball around one cat in particular, but he halted it's progress before it could get much further. Featherpaw was fine. Wormpaw, on the other hand... True to his name, Sprucefur was suspecting that the striped tabby tom kitten wished he could sink into the dirt right about now, some sort of awkward dual sparring session having occupied Wormpaw's morning. With a curt nod to Lionstar - who walked by without having noticed, lost in a miasma of thoughts, most likely - the smaller, pale copy of TreeClan's leader approached the apprentice with no particular goal in mind.
Perhaps because he understood being awkward around Lionstar that he felt it necessary to speak with him, to nudge him and tell him it was okay. Sprucefur couldn't really fix what was going on between those two, and had no real intention of playing mediator, but he could at least spend some time with the kid, maybe give him a hunting lesson that wouldn't weigh on the smaller tom's shoulders like some kind of invisible rock.
"Hey," mewed Sprucefur, his features arranged almost blankly, though his eyes gave away that he meant no harm. "I'm headin' out to hunt. You can come along if you want, or wait for Daringheart to arrange a patrol."
There. A nice, open invitation. Wormpaw didn't have to accept, and it was clear that he would be cool with either answer.