it's been so long — drizzlepaw

[DUSKPOOL]

.anger makes you stupid —————————

————————— stupid gets you killed.

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THE OBSIDIAN-HUED BRUTE WASN’T SURE WHAT BLAZE WAS THINKING when he made him a mentor, but it wasn’t like he could say anything. Of course, he couldn’t deny Blaze may have a few screws loose for making someone like him a mentor of all things, but beggars can’t be choosers. With a huff, the Norwegian Forest / Maine Coon mix ambled on with purposeful steps.

Molten copper optics flickered to stare at his apprentice, gaze haunted. Better not screw this up. He thought with an inaudible laugh, helm shaking. “Smell anything, squirt?” He rumbled quietly, maw parting to reel in the various scents of the forest, finding it soothing against the harsh thumping of his heart.

Surrounded by the canopy of pines, he could hear various birds chirping along their branches, muscles quivering in anticipation. “How about his pipsqueak?” His tone was borderline humorous, face remaining blank as he spoke. It was a slow process, but he sure as hell wasn’t someone that enjoyed sitting down and listening to someone talk for hours on end. “How about a friendly competition?”

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[Drizzlepelt]

Drizzlepaw still isn't quite sure what to make of the mentor he was assigned. There wasn't any malice to be sure, but his stomach seems to always be in knots, and Duskpool didn't make it any better. His personality is a little off-putting for an apprentice that likes to be as emotionally open as possible. But...maybe that was a good thing? They could balance each out out, learn from each other. That sounds nice.

Either way, him and Duskpool were out on their own, getting ready for a hunting lesson. Hunting is something Drizzlepaw feels confident in, as it's one of the things he had to learn quickly when he was left to fend for himself. He hopes that he won't disappoint the older cat. They spend some time scanning the forest floor and above for any prey they could hunt, before Duskpool suggests they have a competition. "Friendly competition? That sounds nice. What are the rules?" He smirks playfully, ready to show what he can do.​

 

[DUSKPOOL]

.anger makes you stupid —————————

————————— stupid gets you killed.

▵ ———————— ◮ ———————— ▵

HIS EARS TWITCHED AGAINST HIS HELM, TAIL SHIFTING TO POINT at the trees with a challenging raise of his brow, rumbling softly. “First one to catch anything in the trees wins.” He began with a twitch of his muscles. “Can’t touch the ground—” He glanced at his apprentice. “Can’t hunt anything on the ground either.” He figured he’d kill two birds with one stone.

Duskpool mulled over a decent reward, head cocked, ears twitching against his helm. Letting out a low-guttural rumble that vibrated deep within his chest, the obsidian-hued brute prowled forward. “If you catch anythin’ before me we’ll stop training for the day, if not—” Damn. “You’ll have to help clean the elder’s den.”

With a flick of his tail, the obsidian-hued brute surged forward, rigid claws sinking into the bark, muscles rippling as he climbed with ease, slithering onto one of the low-hanging branches to stare at Drizzlepaw, brow raised. “You comin’ or what squirt?”

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[Drizzlepelt]

Drizzlepaw nods intently as the rules are addressed. While the notion of cleaning the elder's den would stink, (and honestly feels a bit unfair, not that he'd say it out loud) he's ready to at least try his best. "Works for me," he comments as he watches his mentor climb up with ease. He's gotten better himself, though he's not entirely happy with his skills just yet.

// Rolled a 2!

As he attempts to leap up alongside Duskpool, he instead immediately hits the tree face first. It's not as bad as it could be, but he's still sent back reeling in pain. "Oww..." he mumbles as he gathers himself. He shakes his head, and then leaps up on the branch proper; although, it was a bit sloppy from Drizzlepaw not being fully focused anymore.​