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"Shadow-kepa?" Was that what they called apprentices? Shadow-kun? Shadow-kedi? She was still learning the language that the Coalition used. She had only been in the Coalition for a short period of time, afterall, and she had had no intention of dealing with younger cats. Therefore, she didn't need to know what they were called. Her plan to avoid the youth had abruptly changed, though, when Peach gave her a trainee. Oh joy, she could hear her brother's sarcasm at the announcement that she would be training. She had convinced him that he didn't need to accompany her for this first interaction. Maybe eventually, it would be interesting to have a training session with both her brother and her trainee. She had told him it was important for her to get to know Shadow without her shadow. She knew that the chance he wouldn't make an appearance was small, though, a factoid that was particularly frustrating to her. She let out a sigh, before looking deeper into the den of the trainees. She'd have to deal with that when it came up, she supposed.
Shadow-kepa was not having a great day. His tail had been stood on, his brother had beat him in a race once again, and now Peach had gone and assigned him a mentor he'd barely even seen around the coalition before. "No," he immediately growled, then realised that was a dumb thing to say. "...I mean, yes." He padded out into the light, giving Emile a once-over. She didn't look outwardly diseased or anything, so he decided she would do for now. "Hi," he muttered, and quickly clamped his mouth shut.
"Quite a conversationalist, are we?" she mused with a hum, taking him in with little more than a glance. As they furthered in training, she would need to pay more attention to the tom's body. She would need to study it and determine his strengths and weaknesses. If he was muscular, he would be more prone to fighting. If he was lithe, hunting would be his strong suit. In her quick glance, she assumed that he would be the latter, but maybe he'd surprise him.
"My name is Emile, but I believe you know that. Like you, I am not originally of the the Coalition. I hear your origin story here in Absum Lux is quite interesting. I'd love to hear it some day," she meowed with a flick of her tail, well, her stump. "I'm sure there is a part of you that is disappointed you weren't given a native-born Luxian, and it is my job to change that." She offered a sort of smile.
Walk and talk. Shadow liked one of things, and detested the other. "Sure," he nodded stiffly - still mildly ticked off, but less so given how this she-cat seemed to sympathise with his frustration. Did that mean he was being too obvious with his body language? That was something to think about in the future. "I dunno if my origin story is actually as interesting as you've heard it is, though," he added in a low voice. "You probably just heard rumours, or people talking crap about me behind my back, or something."
"Do they tend to do that around these parts?" she asked curiously. Out in the real world, it was a cat-eat-cat shindig. She had mostly assumed this wasn't quite the case in a formal group, one where cats understood their place in the hierarchy. Perhaps that had been a naive thought, though. After all, cats were still cats. It was an important tidbit of information for the she-cat, though. If cats liked to talk behind others' backs, that meant that all she had to do was get them to trust her, and a wealth of knowledge would be opened... She blinked her strange colored eyes, before beginning their journey outside of the camp.
Shadow-kepa shrugged. "Mixed bag, maybe. They like you, they won't bother. They don't like you, then..." he trailed off. There'd been rumours about him before, sure - but he'd started just as many in return, so it wasn't like he was some poor bullied victim or something. It was just the way cats went about their business's, in his perspective. "You should talk to Yumemi-kepa," he added. "She knows all kind of random crap, somehow. For a fee."
"And what does it take to make cats around here like you?" she asked with a flick of her tail. Curiosity often got the best of her, but she figured so long as she got her trainee talking, maybe they could grow to have some sort of bond. If they had to talk about why the clan didn't like him, so be it. It benefited her, anyways, to help feel out what kind of cats she was working with. She then blinked her eyes. "Yumemi, she's the... what are they called? She's the... the parsley, right?"
"The...parsley?" Shadow-kepa frowned, not too sure what Emile meant. Did he mishear her? Was she having a stroke? Was he having a stroke? "She's the smaller healer one," he explained, unsure of what a parsley was. Unless Emile thought that...
Oh. I know what happened.
"The sage," he stressed, rolling his eyes, "she's the sage. The first step to being liked here is knowing all the correct names for the positions."
