He thinks that most mentors ( good mentors ) probably wouldn't let their apprentice storm off while talking to them. Luckily for Sneezepaw, Sharpshadow was not that. Or... unluckily for Sneezepaw, this meant that Sharpshadow was a horrible mentor who never should've been given an apprentice, let alone two and both of them were gonna end up dead in a ditch somewhere in a few moons time. It's more likely than she's comfortable with it being. But then, who cared about her comfort? Certainly not ShadowClan, the territory nor its denizens.
She left him alone for a little bit. Just a little bit. She owed it to him to try and be a not crummy mentor. To prepare him for... ShadowClan's bullshit and WindClan's bullshit — everyone's bullshit. The foxes, the bears, the... leopards, arisen from the old stories of legend just to personally make ShadowClan's lives even worse than they already were. Sharpshadow grabs Sneezepaw, tells him they're going to train... but get this: she's lying. They don't go very far from camp, on the precipice of relative safety and overwhelming dread that was living in their own territory. It's some privacy, is what it is. Privacy without worrying about an adder's bite, or anything... He needed to fix this — fix him now. The time for Sneezepaw to be a toad - brain was quickly dwindling. If you asked him, it's already ended already, in fact.
" I let you walk away the other day, " he says. And is that... lame? is that, like, a horrible, crabby old mentor thing to say? He tries to set his face neutrally. Tries not to look like an imposter within his own rank. " But, um, I can't let you walk away for the next... however many moons, y'know, so... " StarClan, this sucks. " What's the matter with you? "
She left him alone for a little bit. Just a little bit. She owed it to him to try and be a not crummy mentor. To prepare him for... ShadowClan's bullshit and WindClan's bullshit — everyone's bullshit. The foxes, the bears, the... leopards, arisen from the old stories of legend just to personally make ShadowClan's lives even worse than they already were. Sharpshadow grabs Sneezepaw, tells him they're going to train... but get this: she's lying. They don't go very far from camp, on the precipice of relative safety and overwhelming dread that was living in their own territory. It's some privacy, is what it is. Privacy without worrying about an adder's bite, or anything... He needed to fix this — fix him now. The time for Sneezepaw to be a toad - brain was quickly dwindling. If you asked him, it's already ended already, in fact.
" I let you walk away the other day, " he says. And is that... lame? is that, like, a horrible, crabby old mentor thing to say? He tries to set his face neutrally. Tries not to look like an imposter within his own rank. " But, um, I can't let you walk away for the next... however many moons, y'know, so... " StarClan, this sucks. " What's the matter with you? "
