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His head rested on his paws as his glazed emerald eye rested on nothing. Now that his family was back, he could return to his old self, his old habits --- a useless lump of fur that did nothing but take up space and occasionally complain when others disturbed him. But this time it was different. He hated to admit it, but Chim was no longer content sitting in silence and letting the noise of the cave wash unnoticed over him; his paws itched to move. Slowly, the warrior raised his head, wondering if anyone was watching or if he could just sneak away and do something useful.
“Hello, old friend.” Of course, Violetstar had never been one to let the tom sit and waste away his days. She was always bothering him, it seemed. Perhaps, she was the one who was truly able to get him out of his laziness, without her, he never would have taken on the role of mentor. Which, was honestly what she was coming to speak to him about.
Great. Shooting her a petulant glare, he set his head back down them shifted his weight so his back was to the leader. "Do you always bother your warriors when they're trying to get in a moment of rest? Some of us need sleep," Chim muttered, and promptly closed his eye. Violetstar may have been one of the few cats to know him as something more than he let on, but it was time for everything to return to normal, and that included giving her the cold shoulder as much as everyone else.
Well, his plans probably wouldn’t go as he wanted. Violetstar seemed immune to his attitude. “Sometimes.” She chided in before continuing. “I came to ask how Umbrapaw’s training is going.” She explained to him, ignoring the fact that he was no longer facing her.
”Just fine. Has a lot of spirit.” One of those vague statements that left it up in the air if he’d actually taken his apprentice out, just the way he liked it. He actually had been out with Umbrapaw, but it would be a lie to say either of them had been particularly eager about it, so he counted it as a rather uneventful session.
“Is that so? What did you teach her?” Violetstar knew better than to leave the conversation to fall to something different. She wanted news on progress, on their compatibility, and what type of warrior she would eventually become. Not some vague answer.
"Battle. Running away." His green eye cracked open again. His muzzle was still turned away from her, but it wasn't hard to guess he was scowling in annoyance that she still had not left him alone. He debated getting up and finding somewhere more comfortable to lay, but he had just been wishing for something a little less boring to do, so he stayed put for now.
“And how many training sessions have you had since I have appointed you as her mentor?” She didn’t care if she irritated him, if that wasn’t clear by now, he would be a blind cat.
"I haven't been counting. More important things to do with my time than sit and try to guess how many times we've been out," he growled impatiently. "Guess and just go with that."
“Chimerahunt.” Violetstar suddenly got serious, her eyes hard and locked on him. “I am trusting you to teach her everything she needs to know, to be a respectable warrior to this clan. I trust you more than I do most cats, now a days. Do you understand?”
"Well that's your problem, isn't it?" Now he did lift up his head, the beginnings of a snarl matching the hard glint in his eye. "I didn't ask for an apprentice, I didn't ask you to trust me. Look around, find someone else. Anyone else, really, and trust them. I don't care who."
Her lips pressed together, for the rare moment, falling silent. It was a long while before she spoke. “I do believe in you, Chimerahunt. I know what you are capable of.” With that she turned, beginning to walk away.
”There’s a difference between what we’re capable of and what we’re willing to do.”
Though his tone was hard and certain, he was not. Once he had believed in that, but something had broken inside of him, and his limits were gone; there was little he was morally opposed to doing now, and it was only the limits of his own motivation to hold him back. His own bitterness... but that was a powerful force in itself.
She paused mid-step, but did not look behind herself and to him. “Are you sure you’re opposed to it? The cat I once knew would have thrown a fit the moment I had assigned Umbrapaw to you.” She remarked, a tiny smile on her lips now.
”Maybe you’re right. Maybe I finally grew up and moved on with my damn life because I realized nothing will ever be better.” The old knife edge of bitterness twisted in his voice. He had tried everything in his life, but it had never worked, never made things better, only worse. He could not remember the last time his happiness was not tainted by injustice.
Violetstar spun around, quickly. So quickly, he wouldn’t have had time to resist her. Her nose pressed against his cheek, and she murmured softly,”You don’t always have to be so hard on yourself.” Then pulled away, smiling. “Stop being so grumpy all the time.”
He jerked away from her touch as if it burned his skin. “Stop pretending like you know me. Last I know your nine lives didn’t come with infinite wisdom,” he snapped back. “I’m not the one making things hard. That’s just how life works.”
