“Pansypaw! Pansypaw you’re not hiding or something, are you?!”
Starclan, had he ever been this annoying when he was an apprentice? Never. He was certain. But he had only been training Pansypaw for a few weeks and already he was ready try passing them off on someone else. The only thing that stopped him from complaining to Heronstar was the fact that, well…it was Heronstar! His former mentor. Going to her and admitting that he was ready to strangle himself, or his apprentice – or both just to cover his bases – would be defeating and humiliating. A darker part of him was beginning to think that that was the she-cat’s idea all along. Revenge for having been a rotten, temperamental apprentice himself.
“So help me if she’s skipping out again I will skin her ears and…” He stopped when he spotted a white warrior whom he was always careful to try and keep his distance from, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly in suspicion.
He and Roothawk had never gotten on – why, was hard to discern. But Martentooth had not given up petty childhood arguments just because he was now, technically, supposed to be an adult.
“And what’er you looking at?!” He grumbled, immediately supposing that Roothawk was laughing at the situation – even if the likelihood was that the other tom had no idea what he was even on about.
Post by gingersnapsdacat on Aug 11, 2019 16:00:55 GMT
Pansypaw padded out of the bushes, glancing around for her mentor. Hadn't he told her to meet him here? Or was it by that tree over there? Or had Martentooth even told her where they were supposed to go? Based on what she already knew of her mentor, these were all likely options. He had a tendency to know what he wanted, and assume that his apprentice would figure it out. Unfortunately, she had once again seemed to have gotten it wrong. Which surely meant that his yowling would soon reach her... “Pansypaw! Pansypaw you’re not hiding or something, are you?!” And there it was... "Yes Yes, I'm coming!" she muttered, knowing full well that her voice would likely not reach her mentor. She set off towards where she heard her mentor calling from, all the while taking her sweet time to hear the birdsong. By the time she had reached him, she could see that he had been joined by another tom. "Oh, are we training...together?"
"My horse is the greatest horse CUZ ITS NOT REALLY A HORSE AT ALL! Its more like a tortilla, On top of another tortilla Filled with gooey cheese fresh salsa too They forgot my sour cream....."
He had very little chance to dwell on his petty rivalry with Roothawk, as the kit he had been looking for suddenly appeared. He tried not to make it look like he was angry with her; but in general, his face tended to be a little grumpy at best.
"Finally! Didn't I tell you we were meeting!?" Wait...had he told her? For the first time he tried to think about when he'd told her they were meeting. Had he even checked if she was listening, or awake, when he'd mentioned where they would meet. Ah, it didn't matter. He was certain he was in the right no matter the situation.
"Training with him? I don't think so..." He didn't want Pansypaw learning any bad manners from Roothawk. Because like that would happen.
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