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If there was one thing he could depend upon, it was Littlestar saddling him with work he didn't want to deal with. Singledwolf wasn't surprised to get an apprentice he was just disappointed that it had come to this. Either she wanted this apprentice dead, in which case she was wasting everyone's time by not handling it right now, or she wanted the 'paw to fail, and that was unusually cruel even for the High Priestess. Cruel to inflict him upon this young cat, cruel to let her continue to suffer, cruel to put him through this. But dogs followed orders, so around noon the day after the ceremony he finally sought out Arcticpaw.
"Come along, paw," the initiate said as he passed her by, already on his way out of the camp. His tone was as bored as possible... which had the odd effect of making him sound more formal than usual as if the boredom and formality were equal in his mind. "Tell me what you already know. Littlestar must have taught you something by now."
Arcticpaw chewed at her tail pulling the knots free with her teeth when Singedwolf walked over. She was small like Littlestar with a slight chubby belly and stubby legs. Golden peach colored fur adorned her silky smooth form with two olive green eyes peering wide and curious at the tom before her. She had quick obedience and immediately stood up and followed after him. "I know how to creatively escape out of being pinned in any position and how to gather herbs for my mom," She said. Her voice was light and airy, it sounded exactly how someone would expect a butterfly to sound. Gentle and soft, yet devoid of inflection. She smiled suddenly, her eyes lighting up faintly as though bemused by something. She let out a soft breath of giggly laughter before staring straight ahead again, in her own little world. She gave off an almost mythical aura about herself like she could see into other worlds.
"Wow, herb gathering," Singedwolf deadpanned, "great." He needed to have a talk about the skills Littlestar was passing onto her children. What use was picking up herbs? He had his doubts about the potency of healing herbs, but even when he pushed those aside, he saw little value to wasting time playing with plants. Escaping from a pin was a useful skill, but he preferred to simply never be put in that position. Of course, that was much easier for the tall, muscular initiate than the small apprentice.
He glanced down, taking note of her strange behavior. He was beginning to understand why Littlestar had given him this one. It must amuse her to force him to look after cats that had already lost their mind. Nikkohydrangea would have been a better mentor for this one based on their last encounter.
"So you know nothing. Then we'll start with something simple and if you can handle it, we'll try something more useful." He summoned a boring task to his mind, then went on: "what do you know about hunting?"
Arcticpaw paused, blinking a few times in thought, "Nothing," She decided after a moment before smiling ahead like a pageant girl, once again, lost in another daydream.
She was very used to having a positive learning environment, no one had ever gotten mad at her odd tendencies before. Whether they just knew to go along with it, that she was Littlestar's daughter, or were accepting of the quirks. Because of this she never tried to focus before or even had to. In other words, she had been sheltered due to her lack of social capabilities.
Suddenly she broke free from her thoughts and asked, "Is it messy to hunt?"
