Apprentice, the word struck him as odd. Not till he was given one did he really pay attention to the depth of the term. He had one, a moldable mind, it was literally his job to boss this poor creature around. He felt, empowered. So, despite the meeting going sour, Dustdevil was excited to begin 'training'.
❝ Fuzzytoes, HEY- you here? ❞ he scrabbles down the tree hoisting the warrior's den, bleary eyes darting across camp. The morning after their ceremony above their heads, clouds thick and threatening rain but the earth was dry and Dustdevil had a plethora of activities in his arsenal.
Finally spotting her, he saunters toward her yawning and aims to fluff up the fur on the youth's head. ❝ Lets get the hard stuff out of the way first, shall we? Hunting. Then we can move on to cool stuff. Things that aren't boring- .. Deal?❞ he offers with a lazy but wicked smile. TUFTEDPAW