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your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
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For the first time in a while, Fogbound was unsure, staring idly at his apprentice with inquisitive ruby hues, although one blinded, but that wouldn’t stop him. Finchpaw would be his first official apprentice since he finished Mothmoon’s apprenticeship after her previous mentor died. He cared little for formalities with the soon-to-be warrior then.
How troublesome. He mused with dark lips puckered in a subtle pout despite the corners curling upward, ruby crinkling with mirth. He had seen Rabbitclaw’s face during the meeting when his name was called out instead. Jealousy does not look good on you, my love. He dared not say that out loud, not in fear of being chastised but simply because he just didn’t want to, nor care, but that didn’t mean he would deny Rabbitclaw a peek into Finchpaw’s progress. He wasn’t that barbaric. A gentleman with a devilishly handsome face, or lack thereof. He sighed, tsking lightly at the subtle pull of healing flesh, sightly hue narrowing.
Turning to his apprentice, just shy of kittenhood, Fogbound beckoned the wiggle worm closer with a flick of his tail. “Come along now. It’d be a shame if you’d gotten lost on your first day.” He called in amusement. “Despite our rather … peculiar predicament before, what do you know about moor runners?” I should find a nickname for her. I couldn’t possibly call her a wiggle worm. He tutted, flicking a well-groomed tail, turning to stare at the small fry with an inquisitive hum.
“On other matters, I’ll be giving you a tour of the moors. Isn’t that exciting? Be sure to remember this.” He called before turning around, putting one paw in front of the other. “Our first stop is the abandoned badger set.” He called from over his shoulder, careful to use his only working eye, staring at the apprentice with a curl of his lips. “Then we’ll begin working on that stamina of yours. One cannot hope to be a moor runner without stamina.” He chuffed, veering toward their first location.
“Questions, my dear?” Finchpaw was a curious wiggle worm, annoying, but welcoming.
@FINCHPAW!
How troublesome. He mused with dark lips puckered in a subtle pout despite the corners curling upward, ruby crinkling with mirth. He had seen Rabbitclaw’s face during the meeting when his name was called out instead. Jealousy does not look good on you, my love. He dared not say that out loud, not in fear of being chastised but simply because he just didn’t want to, nor care, but that didn’t mean he would deny Rabbitclaw a peek into Finchpaw’s progress. He wasn’t that barbaric. A gentleman with a devilishly handsome face, or lack thereof. He sighed, tsking lightly at the subtle pull of healing flesh, sightly hue narrowing.
Turning to his apprentice, just shy of kittenhood, Fogbound beckoned the wiggle worm closer with a flick of his tail. “Come along now. It’d be a shame if you’d gotten lost on your first day.” He called in amusement. “Despite our rather … peculiar predicament before, what do you know about moor runners?” I should find a nickname for her. I couldn’t possibly call her a wiggle worm. He tutted, flicking a well-groomed tail, turning to stare at the small fry with an inquisitive hum.
“On other matters, I’ll be giving you a tour of the moors. Isn’t that exciting? Be sure to remember this.” He called before turning around, putting one paw in front of the other. “Our first stop is the abandoned badger set.” He called from over his shoulder, careful to use his only working eye, staring at the apprentice with a curl of his lips. “Then we’ll begin working on that stamina of yours. One cannot hope to be a moor runner without stamina.” He chuffed, veering toward their first location.
“Questions, my dear?” Finchpaw was a curious wiggle worm, annoying, but welcoming.
@FINCHPAW!
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