- Feb 18, 2023
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anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
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It’d been some time since he stepped paw in the Sandy Ravine, wooly tail flickering against the snow-ridded ground with a huff, watching his breath mingle with the frost-bitten air. Molten hue narrowed, blinking languidly to peer at his sleepy-eyed apprentice, havin’ gotten the kid early in the morning, just after the sun had fully risen to bathe them in a soft yellow glow, warming his snow-ridden fur. Duskpool breathed, shaking his fur to pivot fully, facing his apprentice with indifferent hues.
“Know ya like sleepin’ but best we get this done and over with, ain’t no point in draggin’ ya out here later.” He rumbled, glancing up at the sun with a wrinkled nose. It’d do ‘em some good to warm up before beginnin’ the rest of their day huntin’ and helpin’ out with the elders. Shaking out his fur, Duskpool shifted his gaze to the dried riverbed with a jerk of his helm. “Figured I’d see how much ya learned with those fightin’ skills of yers.” He finished with a slow twitch of his wooly tail.
He felt more than enough guilt, leavin’ his apprentice soon after they had tasked him with the other’s apprenticeship. Duskpool didn’t plan on leavin’ the kid, not now. He’d be a crappy mentor, leavin’ the kid again. He bit back a sigh, staring at Drowsypaw’s form with a critical hue, humming thoughtfully. “Let’s say I’m yer enemy tryin’ to get into camp—” He began with a low rumble, mangled ear falling flat against his helm, gone were his softer features, replaced by hard steel, molten gaze narrowing. “What do ya do?” He rumbled, urging the other to come at him. It’d do the kid some good, especially if he wanted to get a good feeling of the kid’s skills before they dive further into the nitty gritty of it all.
Duskpool made a mental note of seein’ just how willin’ the kid would go to fight, something that had the other’s gut twisting bitterly. No kid should be even thinking, no less acting upon it, but it was kill or be killed and the smokey warrior would do anything in his power to make sure Drowsypaw had a fighting chance after he kicked the bucket.
/ @DROWSYPAW i'm so sorry this is late
“Know ya like sleepin’ but best we get this done and over with, ain’t no point in draggin’ ya out here later.” He rumbled, glancing up at the sun with a wrinkled nose. It’d do ‘em some good to warm up before beginnin’ the rest of their day huntin’ and helpin’ out with the elders. Shaking out his fur, Duskpool shifted his gaze to the dried riverbed with a jerk of his helm. “Figured I’d see how much ya learned with those fightin’ skills of yers.” He finished with a slow twitch of his wooly tail.
He felt more than enough guilt, leavin’ his apprentice soon after they had tasked him with the other’s apprenticeship. Duskpool didn’t plan on leavin’ the kid, not now. He’d be a crappy mentor, leavin’ the kid again. He bit back a sigh, staring at Drowsypaw’s form with a critical hue, humming thoughtfully. “Let’s say I’m yer enemy tryin’ to get into camp—” He began with a low rumble, mangled ear falling flat against his helm, gone were his softer features, replaced by hard steel, molten gaze narrowing. “What do ya do?” He rumbled, urging the other to come at him. It’d do the kid some good, especially if he wanted to get a good feeling of the kid’s skills before they dive further into the nitty gritty of it all.
Duskpool made a mental note of seein’ just how willin’ the kid would go to fight, something that had the other’s gut twisting bitterly. No kid should be even thinking, no less acting upon it, but it was kill or be killed and the smokey warrior would do anything in his power to make sure Drowsypaw had a fighting chance after he kicked the bucket.
/ @DROWSYPAW i'm so sorry this is late
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