It felt good, hearing its own name in the leader's mouth. It can't say much else in the way of positives about becoming an apprentice; it never felt that itching anticipation that other kits seemed to hold. It was one thing, and now it is another. It will learn to hunt, to fight, to fend for itself. It supposes that much is a positive. Yet altogether, there is nothing monumental to it. No remaking, no celebration that doesn't grate on her nerves. She was Marrowkit, and now she is Marrowpaw, and that is all.
Except now, there are eyes upon her. Sablestar announced Tickfrost's name with a weight that she, a young cat both ignorant and indifferent to the bond between mentor and apprentice, did not care to understand. They size him up afterwards with a cold look. He is not much to look at, a scraggly and bony sort of warrior. She puts out of mind the way her own scars poke through her ribs; it is a fact she hopes to change. She pads after the warrior, away from the dispersing meeting, with tail flicking curiously. "
Except now, there are eyes upon her. Sablestar announced Tickfrost's name with a weight that she, a young cat both ignorant and indifferent to the bond between mentor and apprentice, did not care to understand. They size him up afterwards with a cold look. He is not much to look at, a scraggly and bony sort of warrior. She puts out of mind the way her own scars poke through her ribs; it is a fact she hopes to change. She pads after the warrior, away from the dispersing meeting, with tail flicking curiously. "
So,
" it drawls, low and toneless. "...When do we start?
" Time would tell how skilled of a mentor he would be. For now, she would let him take the lead until she tired of it.-
