Over the past year, Tawnybeam has learned one specific thing about himself: he is nothing if not adaptable.
It's an odd thing to realize. When he thinks about his past self, at the old SkyClan territory, he can't decide whether to laugh or scoff. He's still entirely the same cat—goofy grin, nonchalant attitude, a sense of humor that not everyone can get behind—, yet something fundamental has shifted.
He thinks of it as a positive, now. His old self surely would have moaned and groaned about the prospect of gaining an apprentice, only to not be permitted outside camp with her. Tawnybeam had done that only a tiny bit, and then he had promptly gotten over it, mind already spewing solutions to this oh-so huge problem. He sits across her now, somewhere on the outskirts of the camp to avoid getting trampled on by the busier cats, and to try and keep both his and Almondpaw's attention.
It's an odd thing to realize. When he thinks about his past self, at the old SkyClan territory, he can't decide whether to laugh or scoff. He's still entirely the same cat—goofy grin, nonchalant attitude, a sense of humor that not everyone can get behind—, yet something fundamental has shifted.
He thinks of it as a positive, now. His old self surely would have moaned and groaned about the prospect of gaining an apprentice, only to not be permitted outside camp with her. Tawnybeam had done that only a tiny bit, and then he had promptly gotten over it, mind already spewing solutions to this oh-so huge problem. He sits across her now, somewhere on the outskirts of the camp to avoid getting trampled on by the busier cats, and to try and keep both his and Almondpaw's attention.
"Knowin' Duskpool, he's probably told ya about the warrior code already, yeah?"
Tawnybeam prompts. He would have started with a tour of the territory if the circumsances were right, but he switches to something equally as important instead. "Did anything stick out to you? Remember any off the top of your head?"
Please wait for @ALMONDKIT