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“Hey, Rowanstrike,” Deathpaw greeted coolly, beckoning with his tail. Chin up, eyes narrow and disinterested, he waited for the warrior to finish closing the gap between them before he went on. “Mother told me you’re handling my training for the day. My mentor is part of some patrol.” He waved his tail dismissively, not really seeming to care what the reason was.
And why would he care? It was all just a distraction. The truth was that he has asked Wintrystar to pair them together today. He couldn’t be the one to ask; how would it look if he did? He’d just be some pathetic fan peddling after Rowanstrike. Naw. Deathpaw might have wanted this, he might be screaming in excitement on the inside, but he was determined to stay cool and keep this secret to himself.
Rowanstrike knew well about Wintrystar and her children, hard not to when she’s the main figurehead of the clan. But besides that knowledge, he’s never directly interacted with them. It seemed easier, simpler to keep away from them. The out of sight, out of mind philosophy as it would be. Head down, tucked away, and thus safe from any tasks like assassinations or things he used to do when he was apart of the rogue group he’d been born into. But today, Wintrystar had sought him out and tasked him with training one of her sons. Why? He had no idea, and honestly hoped this would be the last time he interacted with her children. No reason to put himself anymore in the Sovereign’s radar than he already was.
His eyes were narrowed at the student before him, but not with intimidation as was normal for him, but in confusion. Just what was he supposed to do with Deathpaw? What did the student know? What was he being expected to teach him? Was this a test from Wintrystar? The warrior’s mind whited with thoughts, questions, and scenarios that could explain what exactly was going on, but he came up blank each time. Inconclusive data. That’s what his brain determined. “Yes, she informed me of that this morning. Though, I’m not sure where your at in training to know what you need taught or what needs focused on.” He didn’t have any information on this kit, never even thinking he needed to collect any. Stupid, you’d you’ll know better, even if it is in your home you have to know these things! Rowanstrike’s thoughts reminded him to observe more, collect the data that’d always served and assisted him in his early stages of life. To not forget the calculations that’d saved him more times than he could remember. Data was easy. Emotions? Cats? That’s was far more difficult.
Deathpaw shrugged. "I know the basics. Hunting, fighting. Look, why don't you just go about your normal day? I'll follow you, maybe help out if you're lucky. We don't need to do anything special."
What was going in Rowanstrike's head? Deathpaw risked another look into his eyes, but he didn't know how to interpret what he found there. The warrior didn't seem thrilled, but he didn't blame him for that. No cool, collected cat like that would enjoy having an apprentice following them around. That was fine; he just needed an excuse to observe and learn. He didn't have to act happy either, he could play it cool.
Rowanstrike was slow to nod his head, weary to react in a negative way. This was the sovereign's son, therefore he had to perform at his highest level just in case Deathpaw did report back to his mom about his day. No reason to be on Wintrystar's radar, especially not in regards to her family. "I suppose that'll work. Are you ready to start or would you like breakfast first?" Rowanstrike himself never ate breakfast, finding that food so early in the morning ever settled well on his stomach after first waking up.
Should he get breakfast? His stomach was starting to growl softly, but he didn't want to show that weakness. Bad boys were hard and uncaring, they didn't give in to simple whims like hunger, right? He shook his head from side to side with a dismissive puff of breath. "Nah. We can get going, unless you're hungry, I suppose."
Rowanstrike nodded quickly in understanding. "Let's go then. I usually start the day with a hunting trip anyways, so if you find yourself hungry later your welcome to take a snack break." It sounded like such a kit thing, a snack break, but it definitely wasn't what he was meaning. The massive tom knew others who thought they go could longer in training or outlast one another or just do as another does, ignoring their own needs and limits. He'd seen it enough during his time as a rogue in the group he'd been born into. But he also saw it here. The few times he'd seen the students training, he'd watched them egg each other on or even just seen them try and out last the other. The more often limits were reached seemed like a good thing, but not always. Just like he never eats breakfast, others need it to function, it's just a matter of their ways of life. Rowanstrike knows his limits and then some, having learned them quickly when young and stuck to them ever since.
Hopefully, this student didn't see his wording as a bad thing, least Wintrystar here that he "talked down" to her son. That wasn't the case. Rowanstrike just doesn't know this cat well enough to know if he should push the issue of breakfast. Someone like his brother, yeah he would have definitely pushed Birchtalon to get something to eat or he'd be insufferable in an hour when his stomach is really growling. But Rowanstrike didn't feel comfortable doing that or really interacting with this student at all, but here they were.
The dark furred tom exited camp, checking behind him to make sure his charge with following along. "I..." he started to speak, to tell his plans for the day, and then paused. It wasn't something he normally did, training a student. Having someone with him, he was a little more used to that thanks to patrols and whatnot, but was he supposed to give the student a choice in where they hunted? Maybe he should ask though because this is Wintrystar's son, even if it isn't normally for students to get a say in where they went. "Ideas on where to hunt?"
Deathpaw blinked, surprised to hear that a trained and powerful warrior took snack breaks. It was such a silly idea he nearly laughed. Was the break just for his sake? Should he be insulted? The idea actually appealed to him a bit, he didn't know how long he could go without eating, but he didn't want to come off as just another kid who couldn't look after himself. So he couldn't figure out if he should argue or not---
--wait, was Rowanstrike asking him? His head spun as he tried to think of a cool but reasonable place to hunt.
"Let's hunt near the frozen lake," he suggested. "Cold and empty there, I bet most warriors are too cowardly to look."
The frozen lake? Es stehe tom speaking of the area just before the Jagged Falls? It was possible, all of the water there was frozen on top before being broken up by falling over the edge of the falls. “Very well. Would you like to lead us there?” Rowanstrike just watched the student, a little curious but still remained a stiff appearance. His eyes darted from the cat out around them, surveying their surroundings before starting to walk again. The student could take the lead if they chose but if not Rowanstrike woudl just continue on as though he’d never asked the question.
Deathpaw waited until the tom started walking before he sighed and shook his head a few times, relieved that Rowanstrike had accepted his answer. Being tough was, well, tough. How did the warrior stay so cool all the time? He wanted to stay back and keep an eye on him, to see how he moved, but he couldn't do that. Cool cats took the lead.
So he took a deep breath then plunged ahead, his strides too long and urgent to take the lead. He slowed them to compensate, but now he was awkwardly walking in line with Rowanstrike instead of in front of him, so he redoubled his efforts to get into the lead. Great, now he just looked awkward.
