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i took way too long making this thread so i'm just going to assume they've been training before and this is like... a week or two into their training "Mythospaw, it's time for training! Are you ready?" The instant the morning prayer ended the tom was dashing over to meet his apprentice, bright eyes sparkling with joy. He paced in eager circles around him, looking down with a wide grin in anticipation of the answer. "I thought we'd do something fun today, like swimming! Only I don't really like swimming, and the water is really cold, I checked yesterday. So I was thinking we could just go sit by it and see if anything comes to drink instead, and hunt that. Or we can do something else, like, uh..."
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 15, 2018 20:06:05 GMT -5
( Sounds good. cx )
By now, Myriadwolf had come to be unfazed by Mythospaw's... quirks, as it were. "Indeed I am, Lord Myriad!" The siberian purebred responded. Though unconventional, the tom always used a cat's prefix with some sort of title, and tended to play up events as though they were in some sort of fantastical story. "Perhaps we could fight the savages and servants of the giants?" He suggested, implying they head to the city and test themselves against the strays and kittyepts. "Or we can hunt the vicious beasts for which our dearest Highness Fox was named for?"
As if to accentuate his words, the tom swiped his claws through the air theatrically, the flair of his movement commendable, but really detracting from their overall usefulness.
Myriadwolf had been a little worried when he'd first been given his apprentice, uncertain that he was truly prepared: he had finally reached the age of a warrior, so his apprentice was bound to be more than a bit younger than him, and he was worried they wouldn't be able to connect anymore. At least Mythospaw had been reassigned to him, not nearly promoted... but either way he shouldn't have worried. He was delighted by the young tom's quirks and personally he thought they made great buddies.
"I don't think I've seen any foxes around lately. They probably all got scared off by the cold and will come back hungrier and meaner than ever!" He growled, lashing his tail playfully. Despite his childhood experiences with foxes, they didn't faze the excitable tom much. "But we can practice on kittypets, that could be fun. They might not be much of a challenge, and they're a long walk... so maybe rogues are easier. I think Timesquandor was watching some a bit away from the border, I don't think he'd mind if we roughed 'em up a bit."
