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Sagepaw marched up to the tom who was the closest thing she had to a parental figure in the clan- even if that was a far cry. "Hey," she said, without much pretense or rambling. "Teach me how to fight." He wasn't her mentor, nor had she been very nice to him, but he was renowned for his fighting abilities and more than anything, the lean apprentice wanted to learn from the best.
A pigeon planted firmly between his paws, he didn't bother even to look up from plucking it to snark back at Sagepaw's demand. "And why would I do that? You look like you're barely standing up as is. You're better off as a hunter," he advised. Phantomfox clipped another feather between his teeth and blew it at her, tail twitching behind him.
Sagepaw's fur bristled along her spine, her fury barely contained as she swatted the feather away with a paw. "I might be... lean," she admitted, remembering her formerly protruding ribs- now covered in a layer of healthy flesh. "And of shorter stature. But one shouldn't have to be fat and tall to be a good fighter. I'm smart and quick on my feet and I've got more grit than any of these other dumb apprentices. I don't want to be just a hunter, and I won't. So teach me how to fight, ugly."
He grunted, impressed by her chagrin but annoyed by her bossiness. Was this what Rosethorn was like as kit? They certainly had the same brand of spunk and mettle. "Alright, squirt, lesson number one: You don't get off ordering other cats around who are older, bigger, and stronger than you are. I could squash you with one paw. Grow up and learn some manners."
"Like what? Saying please? Why is everyone so obsessed with that?" Sagepaw said, wrinkling her nose. "Why don't I agree to bring you some fresh-kill each day or something? A trade?" She honestly did not understand what saying please and thank you, or playing nice, did for anyone.
"I'm not saying you have to say please or thank you, but being respectful goes a long way when you want something," he growled, cuffing her. Phantomfox wasn't exactly the poster child for manners or chivalry, but he cared about Sagepaw, even if she aggravated him most times. He wasn't certain she would build the muscle mass she sought after and the wrong attitude to the wrong cat, coupled with her fearlessness, would land her in worse situations than he thought she could be prepared for. "Maybe ask rather than demand and I'll consider it---with the trade, just because you've been a pain."
"Fine," Sagepaw said slowly. "Can you teach me to fight?" There was no please, and it was not really any nicer than her demand, but there was a deliberate way in which she spoke that might have been intended to be respect. The cuff around the ears was irritating, but in all honesty she did admire Phantomfox and his strength- and his mate, Rosethorn, was one of the few cats that tried hard to be nice to Sagepaw even when she was angry.
He made a show of considering the request for a while, in the meantime finishing off his prey and discarding it. Then, wordlessly, he rose to his full, towering height and met her eyes, Sagepaw's adamance clear in how she never wavered from making eye contact. "Fine," he grumbled at last, turning to lead her out of camp. "No complaining, crying, or quitting. You want to be trained by me, you're gonna have to work hard for it. Harder than even when you're with Larkspur." He'd see what she could handle.
Sagepaw grinned widely, flicking her ear back in response. "I've never complained or quit in my life," she said, undeterred by his gaze or height. She followed on his heels in considerably high spirits, amber eyes flicking around the territory as they walked. Hard work wasn't something that scared Sagepaw- if she intended to be the loyal guard captain one day, she was more than willing to work for it. "What will we do first?"
