✦∘𓈒・ The dry leaves that have fallen into the camp have befouled them since the cold first began to sink in—Torridpaw hates the grating sound they make under his feet, the crunch that makes his ears pin themselves flat against his skull when he is forced to walk through them. He bats at them now, trying to clear them with a black-capped paw, but the leaves fight back. The slight breeze picks them up, sweeps them right back to where they had been before the apprentice began clearing his path through them. Eyes narrowing, they swat irritably at a clump of the leaves, their voice dropping into a growl. "I swear that I will vanquish you someday, villain- huh?" A sudden noise from behind them catches their attention—it's a small and soft sound, and would surely be unnoticeable if not for Torridpaw's skilled, seeking ears. But they hear it nonetheless, and whirl on their heel to face whatever foul creature has almost managed to sneak up on them. They open their mouth in preparation to let out a battle cry, and…
Before them (formerly behind them) stands a kit, one with a coat cleaved in twain and eyes the color of flower petals. "Oh. Faithkit. Good evening," they greet the kit with stuttering words, caught off guard and attempting not to show it. They are a brilliant actor, so it should be no problem for them to keep a straight face in spite of their surprise. "Have you been following me, small one? You could learn a great deal about being a valiant apprentice, if you continue to trail after me. For now, however… you will make a grand squire." Their assessment comes with a tilted head and a snuggle-toothed smile, tail a swishing metronome behind them.
Before them (formerly behind them) stands a kit, one with a coat cleaved in twain and eyes the color of flower petals. "Oh. Faithkit. Good evening," they greet the kit with stuttering words, caught off guard and attempting not to show it. They are a brilliant actor, so it should be no problem for them to keep a straight face in spite of their surprise. "Have you been following me, small one? You could learn a great deal about being a valiant apprentice, if you continue to trail after me. For now, however… you will make a grand squire." Their assessment comes with a tilted head and a snuggle-toothed smile, tail a swishing metronome behind them.
