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Oliveshade was not good with children.
This was as well known among the clan as the assured nature of the sun rising each morning. Anyone under twelve moons of age was readily considered a squeaking rat and actively avoided by the molly (this included Dandelionwish, though he'd been relieved of his rat title after assuming his higher position), specifically to help her fly under the radar by trying to avoid problems caused by being near them. It had been a shock to all present when three moons ago, Oliveshade's name was called out along two others to mentor Willowfur's brats, specifically her anxious, rainy cloud in a hurricane, eldest son. She had jerked back from touching his nose as if the foreign coldness had burned her, largely leaving the kit to his own devices and other warriors, even after the (rather inevitable) deaths of his little sisters. She thought if she proved to be a shitty mentor, Sootstar would come to her senses and pawn the shaking rat onto some other poor bastard.
But Sootstar did not like admitting that she made mistakes, Nettlepaw remained her neglected, barely trained shadow for three months.
It was their queen's knave who finally decided to get on her ass about doing something with her apprentice, going so far as coming to watch, peering down at them from atop outlook rock like he was doing something helpful. 'Wish he'd just mind his own damn business.' It wasn't like she could just hope for Nettlepaw to go to someone else now, she'd be lucky if Weaselclaw's report didn't end with Sootstar screaming 'Off with her head!' at the next impromptu clan meeting. The molly shook her head, turning away from their observer and towards her apprentice. "Okay, attack me, claws unsheathed."
He wouldn't be able to make much use of them, she hadn't trained him enough for him to have equal footing.
//okay, once @nettlepaw. and i have posted twice, this thread will become open! we just wanna get in a thing. also obligatory @WEASELCLAW
This was as well known among the clan as the assured nature of the sun rising each morning. Anyone under twelve moons of age was readily considered a squeaking rat and actively avoided by the molly (this included Dandelionwish, though he'd been relieved of his rat title after assuming his higher position), specifically to help her fly under the radar by trying to avoid problems caused by being near them. It had been a shock to all present when three moons ago, Oliveshade's name was called out along two others to mentor Willowfur's brats, specifically her anxious, rainy cloud in a hurricane, eldest son. She had jerked back from touching his nose as if the foreign coldness had burned her, largely leaving the kit to his own devices and other warriors, even after the (rather inevitable) deaths of his little sisters. She thought if she proved to be a shitty mentor, Sootstar would come to her senses and pawn the shaking rat onto some other poor bastard.
But Sootstar did not like admitting that she made mistakes, Nettlepaw remained her neglected, barely trained shadow for three months.
It was their queen's knave who finally decided to get on her ass about doing something with her apprentice, going so far as coming to watch, peering down at them from atop outlook rock like he was doing something helpful. 'Wish he'd just mind his own damn business.' It wasn't like she could just hope for Nettlepaw to go to someone else now, she'd be lucky if Weaselclaw's report didn't end with Sootstar screaming 'Off with her head!' at the next impromptu clan meeting. The molly shook her head, turning away from their observer and towards her apprentice. "Okay, attack me, claws unsheathed."
He wouldn't be able to make much use of them, she hadn't trained him enough for him to have equal footing.
//okay, once @nettlepaw. and i have posted twice, this thread will become open! we just wanna get in a thing. also obligatory @WEASELCLAW