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FINIFUGAL(adjective) – hating endings; of someone who tries to avoid or prolong the final moments of a story, relationship, or some other journey.
His experience with his own assignment of the kadet was different than the others; he suspected, judging by their expressions, that they ranged from nervous excitement to downright unhappiness. Halsey looked nervous when he'd announced her name, as if she were about to get in trouble; he chuckled at the memory. Trinity, on the other hand... he'd need to keep an eye on her in case she tried to wiggle her way out of her responsibilities. He had never considered her the rebellious type, but judging by the scowl on her face... He shook himself free of the worry. Right now he had another concern: Waking up a certain young tom for training. He grinned. It was the other portion of his experience being different than the others; he'd already trained Grigoriy in one area. He fondly recounted their experience with the trees. He admitted to himself, when he was first approached by the tom he wanted nothing to do with him. At that time all he'd wanted was the solace to nap in his den. But he'd grown close to the kadet and the knowledge that the young tom's previous mentor had neglected him had left him with an acid burn on the back of his tongue. There was no question that he would take the tom upon himself; why ruin a good thing?
"Not fluffy." Girgoriy responded but rolled from his nest with an eagerness that spoke against his mumbled grumble. Eyes bright as he took in Rune, smiling towards the older tom. Obviously still as bestowed with the other as he was in the beginning despite the ups and downs that had come from their tree climbing training. When Rune had announced himself as his mentor the kadet had had trouble containing himself; his excitement obvious. It had brought his siblings scorn but Girgoriy cared little for their opinions now, well so he told himself. "And you should just call me Grisha; everyone I like just calls me Grisha." The young tom encouraged, bouncing forward to his mentor. He knew that Rune and Sasha had their eyes on each other; wasn't blind to his uncles tolerance of the tom. But he was sure he could win Rune over. Sasha was boring and lazy while Grisha was young and exciting.
Rune chuckled and shook his head, allowing the tom to slide out of the entrance of the den and pad to stand in front of him. He tilted his head at the new name. Grisha? He hadn't heard that before from anyone regarding the young tom. Then again, he wasn't exactly close with any of Grigoriy's relatives. He and Sasha had an acquaintanceship at best; he wanted to change that so they'd become closer, but it wasn't without struggle. Sasha was a surprisingly difficult tom to get to know.
"Very well, then," he hummed with a decisive nod, "Grisha it is. Come along." Turning, he padded toward the camp entrance. "As your first day as a kadet, you'll need to get used to the new terms and conditions you face with your position. Kadets do not eat before the elders and the nursing queens have been fed. Your job is to go hunting at least once a day to improve your skills. You are not permitted to leave the camp without the escort of an adult." He glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "Understood?"
"That seems dumb." Grisha responded bluntly, brows furrowing. "The needing an escort bit. If I need to hunt once a day but also need an adult, it just seems a way to make the task more frustrating than it needs to be." He rambled, trying to voice his thoughts in an intelligent way. Realizing that calling the rule dumb may not be the best way to keep in Rune's good graces. There was a slightly limp in his paw as he shifted on his feet, the missing claw still growing back and causing some irritation.
Pale green eyes shifted to the young tom from the corner of his eye, an amused expression just barely gracing them. Dumb? He hummed inwardly, yes, it probably is. He remembered a time, long ago, when he, himself, was a kadet facing his mentor giving him a quick rundown of the itinerary he faced as a trainee in the Monarchy. He, too, found it ridiculous; until he'd truly faced it and realized that there was more to the life of a trainee than immediately embracing independence. "Yes." He agreed finally with a nod. "You're not wrong. But this is the way of our kin and so has been since the Reformation. You'll come to find that any task, no matter how mundane or minuscule, carries great significance in the grand scheme of things." He chuckled, suddenly reminding himself of his own mentor. "There will come a point when you won't need an escort; when I trust that you can complete your missions without worrying that you'll hurt yourself." He glanced at the tom's still healing injury. "But that day is not today and it will not be soon."
