This is not going well[Sheogorath]

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    ✧ // a million ways to fake it

    The kit let out a loud sigh, his dark green eyes narrowed as his crouched form lurked around the single leaf on the top layer of snow. His small white paws making a quiet crunching sound against the thin layer of frost and snow that he slid across. His tail lashing around his body his ears twitching far too much. If this had been a real rat or enemy that he was stalking then things wouldn't work out nearly as well as he hoped. Wriggling his backside the kit sprung forward, his body flailing in the air as he landed in a lump atop the leaf crushing it beneath his small body. Throwing himself back to his paws the kit let out an annoyed growl. He'd been practicing, how was he still this bad? He even watched as the members of the clan did their own training. How had he not picked up any kind of helpful information from the adults as they sparred and practiced their stealth? Was he really that big of a failure? Was his only notable ability not being able to shut up or something?


    Snarling the kit paced back and forth in front of the crumbled bits of the dead leaf. His small, blunt claws digging into the slushy snow beneath his paws as the angry kit had a bit of a fit. He needed a teacher. Sure he was only a kit, but he knew the clan was lacking in warriors and more and more people were leaving by the day. He'd have to get an early start if he wanted to be useful to the clan as an adult.

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    From the shadows, a beastly creature materialized, large, rounded paws pressed against the crust of the thin layered snow, reinforced weaponry curling and coiling into the frost to prick the soil hidden beneath. Blistering, infernal eyes of hellish firelight raked across the young cat that he had been observing, his tail tip twitching with amusement. Sheogorath paused just a tail-length away, his scarred features shadowed and dangerous.


    "Having a nice day? Ahah." Dark amusement filtered into Sheogorath's low tone as he spoke, enjoying the small fit that Slowhand was displaying. Ah, but perhaps that was rude of him, to take happiness in the suffering of allies. The kitten clearly needed a bit of help, if he was to be of any use to BloodClan in the future. "You should try to distribute yer weight a bit better, not too much on yer front paws or yer back. Hold yer tail out just above the ground, careful not touching it, and don't wiggle before you leap." Sheogorath advised simply.


    ✧ // a million ways to fake it

    Spinning on his heels the sand colored kit stared up at the deputy with wide forest green eyes. He felt a small wave of anger roll over him at Sheogorath's mocking laughter but soon shoved it aside as the scarred tom spoke. "I'm having a lovely day, thank you," he nearly snapped at the much larger tom but the kit held his cool. As Sheogorath spoke again the kit was slightly taken aback. He was just laughing at him and now he was telling him how to hunt properly. Shoving his mild confusion away the kit obeyed and did at the older tom said. Crouching low once again he attempted to balance out his weight and straighten his tail. But to no avail, as he flung himself forward at the crushed leaf again he flopped into the pile of snow face first. Yanking his head out of the snow Slowhand faced Sheogorath. "It didn't help."

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    The second failed attempt prompted further amusement from the deputy's mind, and a smirk crossed his scarred muzzle.


    "You just need more practice." Sheogorath offered with a curl of his long, striped tail. "Yer still young. You'll get it eventually." The deputy promised smoothly. "How are yer fighting skills? Just as bad?" He inquired curiously, a seriousness edging into his amused tone.


    ✧ // a million ways to fake it

    Slowhand once again groaned loudly, he could just feel the amusement rolling off Sheogorath. Of course he needed more practice. That's what everyone said. What if it wasn't that he needed more practice? What if he just wasn't cut out to be a warrior? Shoving that thought aside he felt a bit better at the deputy's words. He would get better and yes, with practice there would be improvement. His ears drew back as his lack of fighting abilities was mentioned. "They're sub-par," he murmured looking down at his small white paws.