Starling & Wolf [Hunting!] Aug 10, 2013 17:02:42 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Aug 10, 2013 17:02:42 GMT -5
All was right in Blackwolf's world. A heavy toss of the pelt, the jet black warrior spattered dewdrops in all directions, pink tongue roving over pearly white teeth as he strode back into NightClan's camp. The dark surroundings suited him just fine, the panther-like feline stalking through the shadows with a sense of purpose - arrogant stride carrying the battle-scarred tom over to the apprentices' den.
"Starlingpaw, wake up! Hunting."
The tom's teeth flashed in a quick grin; how good it felt to be working with an apprentice who actually wanted to learn, and had, as far as he knew, no confusing gender issues of which Blackwolf would rather pretend didn't exist. He hadn't known life could be so complicated until he'd started mentoring Applepaw, and he was wholly embracing the normalcy a regular she-cat pupil brought to the table.
Starlingpaw wasn't just any typical apprentice, however. Likely with a sense of entitlement to match his own, the daughter of the Clan's deputy already had a reputation by way of her father's credentials, and therefore failure was not expected, nor was it even an option.
Having already spent the morning hunting, had his first meal of the day and spent a small portion brushing up on his tracking skills, the warrior was wholly prepared to teach the dark-hued she-cat a thing or two about warriorhood. Spotting Roughthroat out of the corners of his eyes, Blackwolf gave a curt dip of the head, a small gesture of respect he rarely gave to anyone - but if any cat deserved it besides Ravenstar, it would be the Clan's deputy.
That was a job Blackwolf was certain he didn't want; it came with too much responsibility for him to be comfortable with. It required him to be a 'model Clanmate' when he was much too settled into his bigoted, aggressive, slightly disabling ways of treating those few he deemed freaks or beneath him. He wouldn't make a very good deputy at all - though maybe all of that stress and responsibility would be worth it, if he could convince Ravenstar to chase TreeClan away once and for all?
Occupying his time with thoughts of fleeing TreeClanners, Blackwolf waited with an impatient twitch of the tail, claws flexing in and out of their sheathes as he counted down the heartbeats until she arrived.
Because she was the deputy's daughter, he would not be going easy on her throughout their apprenticeship. Roughthroat may feel particularly protective over his litter, but Blackwolf was confident that the storm-gray tom wouldn't want any of them coddled.
Coddled kittens did not become warriors.
OOC: Hellion Here ya go!