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Spirit Guides were now a usual spoken about topic in DayClan. Enough generations had passed for warriors to reflect openly about their time with the cats that had trained them and stories had been tossed around by word of mouth. Some cats claimed they were visited by past leaders, other said they learned from cats who were older than them, but in the body of a kit. But there was one specific rumor that were told to kits soon on their way to becoming an apprentice that Dark Forest cats would kill their real spirit guides and take their place acting as one unbeknownst to apprentices to do bad deeds. The telltale signs were always that the mentor didn't arrive on the first day, but the first night and that shadows seemed to cast towards them as they walked. Now it was night and Angelpaw had yet to meet her spirit guide. The small light from stars and moonlight had already filtered in through the entrance of the den walls.
All at once the darkness seemingly unraveled lurking past the entrance as a nebelung black cat walked in, his green eyes coated in skepticism as he looked down at Angelpaw. Slowly he smiled, "Angelpaw right?" His voice was rough coming off slow and sly.
Her golden ear twitched towards the voice. She had expected her spirit guide to make her aware of his presence soon, so she wasn't startled by the voice in the darkness. Expectations weren't surprising, at least not really. "That would be my name," she responded evenly, her gaze snapping to attention. "I've been waiting for you." Typically, that was something that a mentor would chide their apprentice with when pointing out they were late for a training session. Yet, she said it with such confidence, as if she was more than a six moon old she-cat in the face of a creature from, if rumor was to serve correct, the dark forest.
"Don't talk that way to me in front of the other Dark Forest cats. I'll get here when I get here. We don't exactly appear well in the daylight," Loki explained before spitting up black sludge out from his throat and into the apprentices den, "Ick. First life lessons, if you're going to die make sure that your death won't be uncomfortable in the afterlife. Like drowning choking on swamp water and sand. Old age isn't good either, they'll keep you that way in the Dark Forest and being old forever kind of sucks. Dying from wounds is better, sure you bleed out everywhere, but it doesn't slow you down."
The black tom walked past her and stopped outside of the apprentices den, his tail beckoning her forward, "C'mon let me teach you somethings that are actually interesting. But first I'm going to go over some ground rules while we're walking."
Angelpaw smirked to herself; apparently she had hit a nerve, right off the back, too. His words then confirmed what she had anticipated. He was a Dark Forest cat. Good. She couldn't imagine what it would have been like to be stuck with a happy-go-lucky brat from the light side. Of course, she would have feigned a smile and pretended to be the nicest she-cat in the forest, but playing nice wasn't something she particularly enjoyed doing. Of course, she did it when she had to. When it was helpful to manipulate others, she was not opposed to it. But, in general, it wasn't her cup of tea. There was a part of her that was relieved that she wouldn't have to.
"I can't tell if I'm more disgusted or curious," she meowed in response to his warning about death. Of course, she anticipated a death reminiscent of setting the world on fire, a fracture in reality. How would that translate, when she managed to wander to the other side? "What about childbirth death? Or death by murder? Death by deathberries?" She should not be so curious.
When he changed his topic to training, her eyes filled again with interest. The interest quickly subsided when he spoke of rules. Of course, there would be rules. "You're a cat of the Dark Forest, don't try to tell me you actually follow rules," she meowed with a hmph. Even if he did, she surely didn't intend to.
"Oh, I don't follow rules, but if you want me to teach you a lick of anything you're going to follow my rules. Rule number one, don't attack unless I tell you too. Secondly I demand respect, I recognize that you're alive and I'm dead and there's a serious compromise in power, but I am petty. And if you cross me in a way I deem disrespectful I demand you to bow your head and apologize. You have your entire after life to avenge yourself on my petty ways. But bottom line is, if you do disrespect me I won't teach you, but if you break any of my other rules I'll hold you down and I'll claw the same wound over and over until I'm certain it'll scar in a place that I promise you'll miss seeing flawless. Those are my only rules. For now," Loki said as he continued walking.
"And to be completely honest, I don't know of a Dark Forest cat that died during child birth to know what they're permanent form is. But I do know that dying by death berries has some of the most... Interesting results. When you graduate you'll be able to enter the Dark Forest, I'll show you around. Or I could just do it earlier, but I kind of stole a StarClan cats spot from mentoring you so there's always the risk that if I go back home I won't be able to come back out."
"You're telling me that your main rule is that I have to respect you, but that if I break your other rules, which you aren't explaining , you're going to beat me up?" Angelpaw spoke in a light tone, although there was amusement in her eyes. As much as she felt a basic rebellion against any authority figure, this tom was entertaining her. She absolutely under no reason would bow to him, whether or not he threatened to not teach him, but she could see them having at least a working relationship. She also caught herself chuckling when he called himself petty. This would be interesting.
"Hmm," she then meowed, fighting the urge to ask him what kind of teacher he was if he couldn't even answer her first question. She felt that that might be a little bit... too forward on the first day. "Perfect," she meowed when he volunteered to show her around one day; even if that day wasn't today, one day her paws would be set in the Dark Forest. "I also appreciate the stealing of a spot. I think I'd have to eat a fist full of deathberries and see the result myself if a goody two shoes was my mentor." Her eyes blinked and she shrugged; her words were equal part warning and statement.
"You'd probably look pretty cool if you ate some death berries," Loki grinned, "Maybe you'd have branches sticking out from your shoulders with death berries growing on the limbs, some have that if they were especially malevolent. Any who I was thinking we'd start with some hunting, I know a lot of Dark Forest cats start with fighting, but honestly I think hunting is a good way to practice stalking people and you can apply that with cats pretty easy. Plus if you could catch a mouse I'll use it as an anatomy lesson for weak points on cats. Sure they don't have all the necessary bits we possess, but it'll work," He shrugged.
The black tom moved along, his tail waving for her to follow him.
