Training? Yeah, right.

[nattie.]

"Well this is super dumb."

Muttered the small she-cat as she prowled back and forth in front of the mouth of the cave. She had been waiting for approximately twenty three minutes, and her already short patience was wearing dangerously thin. Today was scheduled to be the first day of her training. She, and Adderglare, were supposed to get to training right away, since Dustpaw was already a month behind schedule-- and paired with other factors like her inherent uncoordination and tendency to zone and blatantly ignore orders-- it was clear that this would not be an easy task.

"They would give me like the quiestest, scariest tom to be my mentor. They probably think I'm too tough. Whatever. Pretty soon Adderglare will cower at my stare! Heh."

Dustpaw was now jumping around in a very kittish manner. Talking to herself and leaping at the shadows of plants and the infinitismal flickers of bugs soaring through the enveloping air. If someone were to see her, they would most likely assume she is either a very young kit, or extremely demented.

[Leogrim]

The strange eyed tom was watching Dustpaw from the relative safety of the foliage, his dark gray pelt blending well with the shadows. It was quite a sunny day, and very nice and bright, as well. There was scarcely a single sliver of cloud high in the true blue sky.

Patience could teach her something... Adderglare thought, a slight smile hinted by the relative curve of his thin lips. He cocked his good ear toward her, wondering what she was saying.

The words didn't startle him. Quiet, scariest tom... cower at her stare? What was this? A prickle of irritation nagged at the warrior's nape and raised his hackles. "Dustpaw," Adderglare greeted her, managing to lift all traces of anger from his voice. "How's the sun?"

[nattie.]

"Dustpaw, How's the sun?"

Dustpaw shrieked and stopped mid-chase and leaped a foot backwards. How long had he been there without her noticing?! He must have sprinted her soo fast. Cause I would have noticed him. I mean really. Confident in her abilities, despite her novicehood showing, Dustpaw tread forward.
"Hi Adder," Dustpaw shortened instantly, "I should ask you the same thing since it seems you were out basking in it loosing track of time," Dustpaw shot with a forced irritation in her voice. Dustpaw worked very hard to maintain her "cool cat" image, even though it simply characterized her as a complete brat.

[Leogrim]

The smile on his striped features grew more evident at the sound of her shriek. Oh, Dustpaw. Adderglare sat down, curling his tail around his paws, angling his good ear toward her. "Hm. I actually was sunning right by those bushes over there for a couple of minutes or so. Quite bright and lovely, today, don't you agree?"

He didn't notice that she was being annoyed, and Adderglare was normally that type of sarcastic person without meaning to be sarcastic. It had costed him a couple of friends back in his apprentice days, but did he mind? This warrior didn't need friends; he only needed himself to succeed in his goals.