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AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN
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.
shadowclan deputy - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars
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