Private strike first, strike hard, no mercy [vulturepaw]

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN​

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Wolfpack had never mentored another cat before– not in a formal setting, at least. He'd taught Marbleshine some things here and there and had been known to drop tips for cats he liked, but something like this? It was a first for him.

Truth be told, he wasn't sure how well he was going to like it. While the idea of a system was good in theory, he found himself somewhat less enthused now that he'd actually been assigned a cat to look over. Wolf had almost been looking forward to the whole 'teaching a cat to be a proper cat' thing– getting to pass on his ideals and values to someone else, strengthening the clan– but he was having his doubts, now. Stoatpaw, Sealpaw, Fleapaw– none of them necessarily liked him or would have been eager for his mentorship, but they at least would have been eager to learn.

To become Shadowclan Warriors.

As he made his way toward Vulturepaw, he couldn't say with the same confidence that they felt the same. From what he'd heard, the kid had been mouthy and unfriendly, eager to have nothing to do with any of them and only staying because they were worn down by Joseph and Webpaw. Even in the safety of camp, well fed and warm and safe, the kid still glared at everyone like they'd personally shit in his breakfast, and Wolfpack wasn't certain he'd have the fortitude of patience to get through it.

But he was going to try.

"We're heading out. " he announced, mismatched eyes landing on the dark, thin kitten with a neutral expression. While Wolfpack wasn't sure about this, he wasn't going to be the one to sabotage it. He knew his job and his purpose, and he was happy to do it– would be here if he wasn't. He just wouldn't waste his time trying to convince some kid to share the same sentiment.

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shadowclan deputy - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars​

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[VULTUREPAW]

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This place had a strange way of function things. Usually, it was the mother who taught her kits on how to hunt, and fight. Not a complete stranger who shared no blood line whatsoever. Even back at the shipyard it was the family's job to teach even if many didn't mind to give a helping paw. "We look after each other here" He remembered Rose had said once after he had question to why she bothered to stay with him. This clan, Shadowclan seemed to be working in a similiar way.

Attempting to make this clan look like a family who took care of each other, such sentiments were beyond absurd. Vulturepaw did not trust in anything this place claimed to be knowing better than to allow naivity take a front seat of making any type of decisions. Adults were good at that, feeding the kits nothing but fairytales and lies so they could use and deceive them however they pleased. So he was gonna be cautious about all of this, taking a backseat while learning everything he could that would be useful for his own survival. Play along with thier games until he no longer find any use of them.

He was late, at least to Vulturepaw who had been waiting for his mentor to arrive who would be the one he was forced to depand on for months to come. Disliking that idea greatly there was no other choice as Vulturepaw was smart enough to know that despite his dislike for the adults he indeed needed thier knowledge and skills.

" Alright."

He simply replied as he stood up from the spot he had been waiting at, staring out blankly at nothing until Wolfpack had finally decided to show his face. Vulturepaw watched them with wary eyes.

He knew better than to challenge a dangerous adult when being faced with one. He had seen how they acted around camp, how Wolfpack stood tall and didn't have time for nonsense. It wouldn't suprise them at all if Shadowclan's Deputy spoke violence as thier first language. Not one who spoke pretty lies and pretended to be kind to show themselves in a good light. Vulturepaw was sick and tired of adults like that, so at least this one he would be able to tolerate better, hopefully, as he had always been better to comprehend with violence anyway.

" After you i guess."

He gave a flink of his tail, still watching them with caution as they waited for Wolfpack to lead the way outside so he could follow them behind. Better to have his eyes on thier back, beside...he didn't know the territory out there so it was his mentors job to show him around anyway.

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I REMEMBER EVERYTHING!

 

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN​

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If there was one thing that Vulturepaw would learn quickly about Wolfpack, it was that he tended to be direct about most things. While lies, manipulation, and pretty words could be useful weapons unto themselves, they often required a kind of effort that he just wasn't willing to put in– mainly because he just didn't care.

What did it matter to him if Sealpaw knew the bloody, brutal truth of the fight that split the colony and killed her mother? Or if he told Mothbite he thought they were weak? Or if he told Fleapaw she was too much of a runt to steal his shit, and to try again when she was bigger?

It was a lot easier than weaving pretty lies just to make them feel better. To soothe over a few feelings in hopes of protecting them from reality. For Wolfpack, lies tended to only be worth it when they were short, sweet, and offered an immediate return. Chances were, his apprentice wouldn't have to worry about being coddled or misled, and if Wolf intended on exploiting them for something, he'd pretty much tell them that to their face.

The Deputy nodded and led the way up the side of the muddle inclined, legs strong and paws sure-footed after moons of repetition. He didn't wait at the top to make sure his charge didn't struggle with the task, simply slipped past the pond pines and out into the dense territory beyond.

Only here would he take pause, making sure his apprentice didn't get left behind.

"I don't expect you to be enthusiastic about your training– you've made it clear that Shdowclan isn't your first choice– but as long as you're here you'll contribute." explained the tom, voice even and aloof.

"I'll show you what's south of the camp today. The border there is one of our most important.' he stated, tail flicking for the other to follow as he began to lead the way.

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shadowclan deputy - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars​

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[VULTUREPAW]

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Tch, this adult was already pissing him of by the way he spoke and run his mouth like he knew them inside out. The idea of him not taking his training seriously were absurd, just as much daring to stated that he wasn't gonna allow him to slack off like he was being labelled as lazy. Vulturepaw had no clue what kind of crowfood this warrior had eaten that morning to slur out all of this nonsense but he was gonna make them eat up thier words not because he cared about thier opinion but because he had insulted them. " So what about it?. I decided to stay, didn't i?. " he muttered behind thier back as he followed, teeth clenched tightly so he wouldn't add a snide remark knowing that wouldn't benefit them. It didn't matter what his personal opinion was about it or the future plans he had, none of that he was gonna share publicly. The fact he did in fact plan to leave them all in the future was none of this cocky adult's business.

" And i'm not gonna slow you down if that is what worries you." It was a promise of sorts, if that could count as one anyway. Vulturepaw narrowed his orbs. So you better not take it easy on me. The faster he learned and put hardwork into this the quicker he could leave this place behind.

The topic changed to something else, not necessery importand to him anyway to learn but knowing where the borders existed at least would make it easier to know what lay on the otherside. " What do we have there that is so importand?." he asked, mostly to pretend he was interested but who knew, it could be some useful information that was worth to memorize.

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I REMEMBER EVERYTHING!