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"bbbbbblllllooooooddddddyyyypppppppaaaaawwwwww" came a high shrill voice calling in the apprentice den. In popped a small thin face, and if one hadn't of known better it was easy to assume that the cat peering inside was just another apprentice.
Not get an immediate answer, the young tom pranced inside and leaped into his new apprentice's nest to tip it over and spill out it's sleeping inhabitant onto the floor "BLOODDDYYPPPAWWW" he called again
[ I know an Ouran fan when I see one... lol. It deserves a remake like Fruit's Basket got! ]
Bloodypaw groaned, scrambling to his paws, his meticulously kept nest scattered about and his fur sticking up at odd angles. His eyes were ablaze when they settled on Honeysplash. Had it been any other cat, he probably would have ripped out a few tufts of their fur for the affront. Yet, it was his mentor, and his first day of training. He was excited but extremely peeved, the mixed emotions on top of drowsiness made it hard to think straight.
The ginger tom stretched, making sure to show off his claws as he did so, and continued to keep his eyes on his mentor. After he brushed off some dirt and tamed down his pelt, he angrily said, "There better be some kind of emergency or I'm going to go flip your nest, too."
[Yes I am :3 Im trying to start a little host club in sunclan to bring in more kits if you are interested]
Honeysplash easily sidestepped to avoid falling as the nest tipped over, to avoid the flailing apprentice paws . Despite his apperance, he was actually quite agile and skilled. He lifted his tiny paaw and placed it onto the apprentices checck "but bllllooodddyypawww, its time to start training and you were still sleeping" he pouted, his bottom lip quivering
"IF we don't start now, your gonna miss up" he bobbed his head up and down, as if confirming his actions to himself.
[ Yeah I am interested, when you are ready to get one going let me know, sounds right up Bloodypaw's alley! I may also make another character for it, I donno lol ]
"Yeah okay, whatever." Bloodypaw rolled his eyes dramatically and made his way toward the den exit. After just a few steps, he feigned a stumble and shoulder checked his mentor, although not enough to knock the older cat over,"Whoops, it's dark in here..."
He was not so stupid as to start a real fight: It was not appropriate and he knew he'd lose. Yet, it was not like Bloodypaw was going to just let it go without doing something to make himself feel better. He grinned, thinking himself clever, and almost immediately felt his anger from earlier begin to fade away. Tit for tat, as they say.
"Mmmnhmmmm, if a little bit of darkness makes you that clumsy, than we have some serious work to do" he replied with a stern, but knowing look upon his face. However, just as suddenly as it appeared the seriousness faded away
"So I got soooo many big plans for today!!!!!!! Were gonna go run through the fields, go swimming, and catch some fireflies!!!" he bounced up and down acting more like the apprentice than the mentor.
"Yeah, I guess so," Bloodypaw replied with just a touch of tired sarcasm. He did not really pick up on Honeysplash's sternness, instead believing his mentor inept for not called him out on what was obviously an aggressive move on his part. Regardless, he let the emotion fade to mild annoyance, and let out a sigh as his mentor listed the plan for the day. None of it sounded like the kind of training he wanted. Oh well, he would have to make the best of it.
"If you are going to make me go swimming, we may as well do that first so I can catch some breakfast," he suggested, trying to gain control of the day if he could. Like most cats, he hated water, but if he had to get wet he would rather do that first so that he had the whole day to dry off. Tis the struggle of a long-haired cat.
