It wasn't sharing tongues exactly. It was more like him struggling to groom his rat's nest of a coat of fur while a few of the kits and apprentices watched, stifling their giggles as the blind feline nabbed out a twig between his massive jaws. Brows furrowed in annoyance towards his wild coat of knotted fur and the giggling children around him he grabbed the stick in his jaws and spat it out at them. "You all won't find this so funny when that stick ends up in your nest," he threatened in his usual lighthearted tone, hiding the frustration he felt towards his tangled mess of fur. Wincing as he felt a sharp prick against his tongue he spat out a thorn. Uncertain as to what it was he raised a paw and began feeling around slowly as not to poke himself on it again. Unfortunately, that didn't work too well as he jabbed his paw pad over the thorn. It didn't hurt as much as his tongue but it felt like a tiny, annoying itch against his paw. "Or this thorn," he snorted as he plucked it out with his claws and dangled it in front of the children's eyes.
"Now all of you, scram!" He barked loudly with a hint of a smile on his lips before returning to his attempt at grooming his fur. Maybe if he had eyes this would've been a lot easier but for now he could wait until someone with eyes showed up and offered to help. And if they didn't he would make them. He had some very large lungs and a very deep voice. He was pretty okay at intimidating people even in a joking manner.