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Leaf-bare wasn’t exactly his least favorite season, but it wasn’t his favorite either. The biggest advantage to the season for him was his ivory pelt blending in so well with his surroundings, but he wouldn’t mind if it was just slightly less cold. Either way, there was no changing the world around him, so Whitewolf let out a small sigh that created a small cloud around his muzzle as he did in the cold air. Golden eyes scanned the camp, analyzing his clan mates as they milled about. It was early in the day, and he wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do to pass the time.
Goldepaw squinted towards the white tom, her goal was simple but in truth the approach puzzled her. She wasn't quite sure how she should set about getting the deputy to teach her. It should have been as simple as walking up to him and asking but she was not his apprentice and she had never even spoken to him before. Pursing her lips she decided it didn't matter; Goldenpaw was irreplaceable and impeccable he couldn't turn her away.
"You! Deputy!" She called as she strutted over with her head held high and her golden eyes sharp. "I need to talk to you!"
There had been several moments where the large tom could swear he felt eyes on him, so the moment a voice was heard it wasn’t all that surprising. What was, however, was the bold way the young she-cat addressed him. Swiveling his head to see her approach, Whitewolf looked at her quizzically. “Uh, yes?” He finally responded, unsure of how to go about her approach. There seemed to be some kind of determination in her golden gaze that had him curious.
She blinked and stumbled up short, a little blindsided by his lackluster response. She quickly shook herself though and pulled herself back together, he wouldn't catch her off guard like that so easily. "Train me!" She demanded, stomping her foot and peering down her nose at him which was a rather impressive feat considering she was about half his size. Her golden pelt rippled as he muscled twitched with tension and she cooled up tighter and tighter waiting for his response. Ready to put of a fight if he dared try and deny her.
If he was a lesser cat his jaw probably would have hit the ground beneath his paws. Golden eyes blinking several times in shock he quickly sat down to address the apprentice. “I’m not your mentor,” he responded, stating the obvious. He didn’t have an apprentice either, but he wasn’t about to step on anyones paws because she came up to him and demanded so.
"You don't have to be a cats mentor to train them, don't be ridiculous!" She snapped with a haughty sneer as if he was dumbest creature she had ever encountered. She stomped her foot and whipped her tail back and forth, aggravated he had dared sit down when she was trying to get him to cooperate with her. "Now come on, we have things to do!" Goldenpaw whirled on her paws and took a few steps before pausing and looking over her shoulder, looking at him impatiently.
Golden eyes wide as ever as to how the bold apprentice had addressed him - the clan's deputy - he could hardly contain the scowl that wanted to surface upon his maw. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he made up his mind, getting to his paws. "I guess I have nothing better to do at the moment," he meowed, gruffly. He quickly passed her, his limbs much longer and muscular than hers that were still growing.
Goldenpaw sniffed and followed him, quickly hurrying after him. "Well what else where you going to do all day beside sit there like a big oaf." She criticized, unable to stop herself. "If I had not fetched you I bet you would have been a big burden sitting in the way for the warriors going about their duties!" Perhaps she was a little bitter that she was struggling to keep up with his quick pace, or perhaps she refused to loose having the last word. "Hand out duties so freely and then laze about yourself, I see how it is."
Stopping in his tracks so quickly that she ran into him, he spun with a frown, a small flame behind his golden eyes. "If I were you, I'd consider being a little more respectful to those who determine a good portion of what you do for your life," Whitewolf meowed, a slight hint of a growl tinging his tone. He wasn't angry - annoyed - sure, but not angry.
She paused, looking up at him wide eyed, slightly amazed he had called her out on her behavior as it happened so rarely. Usually Goldenpaw had no troubles bulldozing over others and any objections they might raise with her. Narrowing her eyes she internally acknowledged the deputy as a worthy opponent. "Is that a threat?" She challenged refusing to cower, "it's a little pathetic to be threatening little harmless apprentices isn't it Whitewolf?" A sneer crossed her features as she leaned forward going nose to nose with him with little regard.
A challenge seemed to come alive in his golden gaze as he offered her a wicked smirk. "Even harmless little apprentices need to learn their place at times," he added, mockery in his tone. She impressed him in a way that he didn't quite understand. Very few stood up to him in the way that the fiery young apprentice was, and it intrigued him greatly.
"Maybe I don't want to learn my place, maybe I want to make a place for myself." She responded with a huff as she leaned back and whipped away. "Well? Aren't we going to train, you can try and teach my place." Goldenpaw chuckled and speared him with a vicious look, "and I can prove to you that the very notion is foolish."
The smirk that had recently formed seem to mold into something a little more serious, but he shook his head in defeat. He was over the banter back and forth, and rather would use actions to prove his point. It took mere moments for his lean muscles to propel him forward and with a movement as quick as lightning one large white paw easily knocked all four paws from underneath the apprentice. As she fell, he used the momentum to press her into the ground with his forepaws, holding her down for emphasis. "Is it foolish now?" He asked, his voice even but still holding a challenge.
"Sure, you brute." She huffed in exertion as she kicked her legs out into his stomach and tried to force herself out from under him. But Whitewolf was at-least twice her size and she was left floundering like a fish out of water. "All you have proven is that you need to exercise more, how can you way this much." She coughed out in her typical dramatic fashion. "Now tell me how to break free."
The older tom gave a small chuckle and she struggled meekly to get out from under his large paws. "Use your size to your advantage, just as I am right now," he hinted, smirking lightly. He wouldn't allow her comments to bother him, he was after all in very good shape with all of his training, pure powerful muscle rippling under his long coat.
One day Goldenpaw would crush this tom under her heel and laugh at his torment, one day she would cackle as fires burned around him and he begged for her mercy. "How do I use my size to my advantage in this position." She snapped, almost a yell, in her embarrassed frustration with him and the whole exercise. She suddenly twisted hard to the right after a long moment of stillness, breaking his hold as her loose neck skin slid about. She crashed into his legs in her scramble to put distance between them.
Backing off at her small impact, he nodded slightly. "Something like that," he confirmed, "you're much smaller and therefor agile than I am, meaning you can maneuver in a way that you are able to escape and avoid all together." Whitewolf could see the rage and embarrassment that seemed to burn in her gaze, and smirked lightly. Such things could get her in trouble, but she could also learn to fuel them in her advances in battle. Without another word, it was almost as if he disappeared into thin air. Appearing quickly beside her, he swiped out one massive paw to try and dislodge Goldenpaw once more.
Goldenpaw, more prepared, or perhaps more paranoid, dodged this strike by quickly flattening herself to the ground before she hurried to roll and scurry back giving more room between them once more. Looking at Whitewolf she couldn't even begin to imagine how she was to start an offensive, as this was a friendly spar she couldn't do anything permanent. But outside drastic moves she wasn't sure what her choices where other than nipping at his legs like a particularly annoying dog.
"You're thinking of how you can possibly attack me," Whitewolf observed out loud, following her gaze as she contemplated her options. "It would be a good time for you to use my own size against me," he added, falling into a crouch to attack, giving her the smallest of openings to act against him.
