Training Garlicpaw [Dreamy]

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The large tom pushed through the undergrowth, growling as he pulled out a twig that had got caught on his fur. He had come to a clearing with a rather oddly placed rock formation, the sun shining overhead despite the chilly wind that blew through ThunderClan’s territory. Kenoscar was going to attempt his first lesson with his newly acquired apprentice, Garlicpaw. The only bad things about it were, one; they had to do so on ThunderClan’s land, and two; he really didn’t want to train the little brat. The gruff warrior stalked further toward the jumble of rocks and halted, he had agreed to meet the apprentice here at Sunhigh.

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[/i] is making my scent smell like them![/b] He sneered. I hate it! I'd rather sleep with a hungry badger! He meowed in annoyance.

(Is Kenoscar evil? O.O *.*)[/size][/ul]

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The ShadowClanner’s ears pricked to the sound of the apprentice’s entrance, barely listening to his words. Be my guest. He growled in his mind, but luckily kept the comment to himself. The larger tom turned his body to face Garlicpaw, cinnamon hues looking rather dull in the sunlight. Well, the sooner we get done training the sooner we’ll have warriors and the when we get more warriors we’ll have more fighters to kick out that imposter Clan. Kenoscar snarled, tail lashing in pure frustration. Regaining some of his briefly lost composure, he returned his attention back to his apprentice. You want to learn to hunt, kid? He asked.

OOC: Not exactly, he's just really, really cruel.

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OOC: Bump. :3

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(( Um, could you make the font size a two? I cant read it. ))