[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]His given weekly task had caused a warmth to spread throughout his chest, and it left him feeling somewhat appreciated, and appreciative. The feeling didn't linger long, though, as he was struggling to attempt to come up with a plan for the 'lesson' he was meant to give. He knew to stick to the simpler terms, such as 'hello' or 'goodbye', but he wanted to add another element to it. Santana wasn't quite sure though. When he had learned Spanish, everything had been taught to him over a long period of time, and it had been before he could properly speak or understand language in general. It was much different, and more arduous, to learn it when another language was already your first, unless you too were also relatively young. That was why San had found it simple enough to know two despite only being four months old. His gang was dominated with bilingual individuals, and those who could only speak one language usually spoke Spanish in comparison to the basic language most everyone spoke. Perhaps their location meant the percentage of whatever language was spoken most. They lived in a particularly poverty-stricken area of a human city, but because they were animals, it didn't matter much where they resided, as long as there was a roof over their heads and a somewhat warm place to sleep at night. Santana was raised in such a setting, so any other domain was exceptionally different than what he was accustomed to. SunClan was no exception to that. He was not at all used to the beach, or water, nor did he wish to grow accustomed to it either. He didn't know how to swim, and he doubted he would learn anytime soon.
Santana grimaced at his own thoughts as his paw lifted from the ground, his notes written in Spanish scrawled into the dirt. His chocolate gaze soon focused on the matter at hand once more, ears pricked forward and intent remembered. "Aye, uh, anyone who wants to learn some Spanish -" He paused to raise himself from the ground to a standing position, voice smooth and low despite his loud volume. "- get over here!" He finished calling, a rather mellow look lining his features, though he did feel a bit nervous. San hadn't actually ever taught anyone anything before, especially another language. Those were different than mere actions or hobbies. They were required the utmost attention, and no faults. Languages were precise and could not be disregarded, or messed up. If one did say something instead of another, it could be taken the wrong way, and that could lead to disputes. Santana had to make sure none of the SunClanners would do that.