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Peachstar had been wary of his mate's reaction when he'd told the tom he was required to join SpringClan as an apprentice, rather as a fully-fledged warrior. He'd done it because frankly, some of Thane's beliefs about how things worked in the Clans seemed...off, to put it lightly. Peachstar shuddered as he thought back to the former proxy's nonchalant attitude about public executions. Yeah, he probably needs this. I still feel a little bad for him, though...
Still, he would never pass up an opportunity to troll one of his apprentices. That was not in his nature.
"Oh, Thanepaaaaaw!" he chirped, stretching his neck as he padded lazily out of the leader's den. He had Thanepaw sleeping in the apprentices' den, despite the fact that they'd been mates for a long time. It wasn't that Peachstar didn't want his Clanmates to see them sharing a den - he'd gotten used to some of the more judgemental looks by now, after all. No, what he really wanted to do was see how patient Thanepaw could be at dealing with some of the more irritating, louder Clan members. "It's training time!"
Thanepaw never had humility, he was born perfect and his only critic was himself. It was the only person he allowed himself to be a critic, that and his mom. Now was the first time in his life he felt lesser than God status. His ears were irritably flattened. It could possibly be fun. He always wanted to be with Peachstar and now he could. A mentor and apprentice relationship wasn't a bad place to start, a little roleplaying action never hurt a relationship. Probably. He only dated one other guy in his life so he honestly wasn't sure. Maybe they would learn some SpringClan moves that he would definitely never use, but amuse himself with. Or Peachstar would teach him that secret code or whatever clan cats called it, "This is humiliating, what training could I possibly need?"
Peachstar frowned. "Well, for one, I seem to recall you throwing around the possibility of me hosting a public execution not too long ago," he muttered, "so I thought that rather than do some traditional Clan training, I'd give you a crash course in SpringClan's history, customs, et cetera et cetera. You know, so you don't...do something unusual by accident. Sound good?"
Thanepaw leaned back, "Yeah okay fine, do your history course or whatever."
Having come from Primal Instinct there was no value in history. Every generation of Nemesis was a supreme reign until they were taken down and a new nemesis was put in charge. They were copies like roses. Every rose looked alike, there were no wild flowers. Their history was so predictable it was like a different face, but same thing. Violence and wars. Nothing was worth remembering or honoring. It sucked, but someday his family was going to overthrown. They'd be like all the other lost generations of kits who belonged to Nemesis's of the past. At least here none of that mattered.
Peachstar squinted at his mate before giving him a bright, if not somewhat plastered-on smile. "Great!" he purred, ushering Thanepaw over a little closer to the warriors' den and gesturing for him to sit down. "I thought I'd begin with some more recent history, actually," he started, grabbing a largeish stone that sat about a tail-length away. "Has anyone mentioned, uh, Tarantula around you yet?"
"Pretty sure a patrol was talking about him when I was a trainee about sightings of him. Last I heard he was trying to make a rogue gang in the city," Thanepaw replied.
He got the sense that Tarantulastar was different, the way everyone talked about him as if he wasn't that bad of a nuisance. There was no way a cat gained that kind of slight respect out of the league unless the guy had killed a few cats or something atrocious.
"Traine...?" Peachstar blinked. For whatever reason, he suddenly felt very old. "...Yeah, that'll be him. Always looking to get someone else to do the work for him...Anyway, he managed to promote half the kits in the nursery far too early, leaving us with a generation of undersized warriors and vulnerable to attack during a harsh winter, and then gave us even less to work with by kicking out anyone with kittypet blood in them, so we don't really like him that much - your orders are to drive him and his lackeys off the territory, if you happen to see them."
Peachstar thought back to the day when Tarantulatar had promoted him deputy - back then, he'd simply been giddy at the thought that his hard work had paid off, but he'd come to realise that he'd only been appointed because Tarantulastar thought that he'd be far too weak-willed to stand up to any of his less ethical ideas - and what was worse, he'd been entirely right.
"Wait. So how old are you?" Thanepaw asked, his single eye looking almost taken aback.
He had started training early, but it wasn't like he was going into any wars or had a mentor. League parents simply liked to teach their kids early how to hunt or fight so when they received a mentor they would have already learned half the things they needed and could advance on to focus on hunting or combat. As of just six days ago he was two years old. He figured Peachblush was older than him, but maybe he wasn't.
(I multiply my cats actual year age by two cause I always feel rp time goes a bit quicker)
Peachstar blushed. "Uhh, this is my...third leafbare?" he said, squinting at Thanepaw to see how the other tom reacted. "Or maybe....maybe it's my second, if that's better for you? We can fudge the numbers a little bit," he suddenly declared, clearing his throat. "What matters is that we got all that out of the way early, so we can focus on the main stuff. Like, the general way we treat each other in SpringClan. Has everyone been polite to you so far, considering your...uh, background?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in concern.
"Yeah, they have. I mean, what did you think was going to happen? Some cat was going to start spewing cruel slurs at me when I know fifty different ways of killing him with my claws alone?" Thane laughed, wiping a tear of amusement out of his only eye, "That would be something."
Peachstar's face brightened. "Good!" he chirped, pulling out a showstopping, million-watt smile. Though SpringClan did have a reputation for being generally pretty chill guys, Peachstar had known his fellow warriors to be able to hide some deep, deep grudges under false pretenses of stiff politeness. To hear that his mate felt comfortable in his new home made him feel happy and relieved, even if it did come from a place of fear on his Clanmates' behalf rather than genuine respect for the newcomer. Still, Peachstar was confident that they'd soon gain Thanepaw's friendship, regardless of whether the former proxy wanted it or not. SpringClan had a very effective way of nagging, after all - and Peachstar was the one who'd finally perfected the techique.
"Well, you can hunt and fight excellently already, so I feel there's no need to do any training on those. Same with the territory - you've certainly been through it enough to have memorised it by now," he remarked, giving Thanepaw a cheeky wink. Since Primal Instinct was a lot less forgiving on trespassers than SpringClan, Peachstar had often opted to let Thanepaw come to him instead. "I guess we should start on the...etiquette lessons, then."
