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[Mintshade]

"The battle with ShadowClan...you did well." It was the first compliment she'd properly given her apprentice since they started training so many moons ago but it was stated with sincerity despite her usually blunt manner of speaking. Mintshade batted at one of the eggs from the nest they'd just dug up, soft and pliable little spheres from serpents rather than the that of a bird. It took a bit of chewing to get to the yolky insides and it was an aquired taste for some but she nudged one over to the blue she-cat with a curled grin across her maw anyways.
"I think you've proven yourself above any other of those ex-kittypet fools or simpering traitor spawn. You should be proud, I am, and its why I decided the skirmish was your assessment." Her dark head dipped in a bow, teeth clamping down onto the side of an oblong egg as she stripped it open in one clean snatch of sharp fangs and a jerking head. Mintshade paused to grab it, tip it back so the contents spilled into her mouth without her having to lap them up herself though she'd probably still lick the inside of the egg clean when she finished talking. Gulping the yolk she smacked her lips in a quiet satisfaction before taking the time to groom a paw and swipe it over her whiskers now dripping golden yellow.
"I'll be letting Sootstar and Badgermoon know you're ready within the moon. Try not to embarrass me before then, yeah?"
Mintshade smiled slyly, ducking down to continue grossly slurping up the inside layer of the egg to get all the sticky fluid there; waste not-want not. Some might say her liking of eggs over rabbit was a little odd for a WindClanner but she'd been born in the marshland of where ShadowCln now called home and they were plenty more common there than here.

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PAFP - @Azaleapaw
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[Azaleafrost]

"Did I....?"

Had she? She must have, if Mintshade was saying so. She couldn't remember if her mentor has ever complimented her before. She was sure she would remember such a thing.

Had she finally made her proud?

She looked at the egg that was rolled her way. She wasn't sure about eggs. Some cats liked them, but..... Not to mention these ones were snake eggs. They were different than bird eggs. Soft and squishy.... Why was that??

She supposed there was a first time for everything, so she started chewing at it. She ripped the egg open immediately and bit into the yolk. She would have to get used to the texture. Birds and snakes really start out like this? And then if left alone, they grow into the animals she sees every day....

Do cats also start out as goop.... Does she want to know.....

Was she goop......

.........................................

None of this is important. She has just been told she has proven herself above the other ex kittypets and cats with traitors blood in them. She has finally been told, after all the hardships and hard work she has done, that she has proved herself in the eyes of a trusted warrior. Sootstar's own sister. She was worthy.

Her eyes light up in a way they never had before. Genuine joy flooded her entire being, if she hadn't been eating something, her jaw would be dropped. She swallowed what she had in her mouth and licked her lips.

"I am...." She was proud. She may not have decisively won any battles, her opponent usually getting away, but she knows she fights with everything she has. She does not cower, does not panic. "I'm also proud to call you my mentor." She adds. She never expected to like one of Sootstar's sisters so much.

"I wont embarrass you." She says. She then gives Mintshade the rare genuine smile. "Thank you....For giving me a chance."​

 

[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — A rarity, indeed, to witness Mintshade distributing compliments and praise so openly. The sister of Sootstar, like the Moor Queen herself, seemed tough to impress and truly gain the respect of. However, upon eavesdropping on the nearby conversation between Mintshade and Azaleapaw, it seemed that the latter had not only performed well in the skirmish with ShadowClan but had also completed her assessment in the process. Snakepaw feels the need to scoff. Of course any cat would perform better without knowing they were going to be assessed! His brain punches and kicks, crying unfairness, but there is no changing the fact that Azaleapaw's warriorhood promotion was now confirmed while his wasn't.

Serpentine-like eyes narrowed in Azaleapaw's direction from a distance. He says nothing, wanting to play nice around Sootstar's kin, but his gaze sends a message: You can fool your mentor, but you can't fool me. You will never be anything more than a soft-pawed kittypet, a cat who doesn't belong here. How embarrassing. How dare that kittypet complete her assessment before him!

"Hmph." The dark tom loudly and unabashedly huffs before turning on his heels and stalking off.

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[AMBERTAIL]

Tunnelers did not fight the way that the moor-pawed ones did. They were underground, underneath, squirreled away. A tripped paw, a quick retreat– not the same. Ambertail had heard of the battle, though. They knew how poorly it had gone, and to hear Mintshade say her apprentice had done well regardless...it intrigues him. The small tortoiseshell inches closer, even as an unknown clanmate retreats with such gusto that it nearly knocks him aside. An ear flicks, sightless eyes turning as if to chase the fleeing figure. It's off by some tail-lengths until the rustling of grass allows him to pinpoint better. Even then, Ambertail makes no note of it. Instead they turn back to the other two, a thoughtful seriousness upon his face.

"Eggs?" As he places the sound, each step forward becomes very cautious. The blind tunneler feels out each placement of his paw, afraid that he might smash the rare delicacies. He pats out one forepaw, patpatpat, asking wordlessly for Mintshade to share. "You will earn your name soon." Amber's eyes cycle around, seeking information within his own skull; he settles on adding, "Azaleapaw?" They do not speak often. He barely knows the voice. "What do you think it will be? Named for your ferocity? Your determination?" His head cocks. "Your blood?"

˗ˏˋ〚  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〛´ˎ˗

• ooc: —
• ──── ambertail. tunneler of windclan. nb, he or they.
  ──── adult, though precise age unlabeled as of now.
  ──── sexuality unknown. a strange windclan cryptid.
  
  ──── a tiny, yet proportionally long-limbed tortoiseshell with unfocused amber eyes. though they retain their color, ambertail is blind. those who don't know as much may be confused, and will certainly be met with dry responses from the tunneler himself.
• "speech"

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[Bluepool]

It is not a secret within the clan that Bluepool holds no fondness for kittypets in her heart. Even the ones that reside among them. In her mind, they are ony here until one day they grew bored or tired and then they would run home to their twolegs, tails tucked between their legs like cowering dogs, not born brave enough to lead the life that cats with wild blood lived. She does not view her sisters charge any differently, but Azaleapaw was lucky. Under Mintshade's guidance she had become a respectable warrior, strange and quiet but respectable. It would be hard not to be, under her sister. Anything less would be considered failure in her mind.

She watches her sister wipe the mess from her face, whiskers twitching in undisguised amusement. "Watch out, if you eat too many eggs you may just find yourself laying one!" she warns with a chuckle. She herself was not fond of this particular food. So much work and so much mess for something that didn't even really, in her opinion, taste all that good. No, she would much rather settle down and share a good rabbit with someone at mealtimes!

She turns her head to regard the soon-to-be-warrior in question. Ambertail asks her what she thinks her warrior name will be and Bluepool also cannot help but feel curious. No doubt her sister was not looking forward to yet another ceremony where she had to name a cat with such disdainful blood as a full warrior. She had seen the look on her face when she had to name Periwinklebreeze along with his sister. Had heard the tone of her voice and seen with her own eyes how little the clan thought of them, would Azaleapaw be welcomed into warriorhood in the same fashion? She wonders.

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