Truth [OPEN]

Weaselkit snorted at the larger tom's remark about how mothers were happy around their kits and mate. He didn't even know that was possible with any mom. But, he guessed his mom was completely different. That's what made him like her so much, she was no soft-hearted mother, but a strong warrior who could fend for herself. Yes, his idle was his father, but his mother also earned some admiration from him. Once he pondered about it carefully, he concluded he wanted to be like his father and mother. A kick-ass warrior, and a clever, legendary prankster! He would be the most awesome warrior alive! "Mom is never in a good mood. Ever. But she's fun though!" Weaselkit smiled! A surprised squeak, followed by a reluctant protest sounded from the tabby kit when he was suddenly grasped by the familiar touch on his scruff, his head shifting from side to side to identify the whereabouts of his new environment. Unable to grasp the fact that the warrior was in front of him so suddenly, he huffed in jealousy and quickly lapped down the evidence of Whiteclaw's grasp. "I washn't tirrd," Weaselkit muffled through a mouthful of fur, releasing his finished coat and staring up at Whiteclaw in amazement. His continued reply he thought carefully about, for he wanted to request something that none of his siblings could even think of doing! No, he didn't want to merely play with the ShadowClan deputy, no...something more resourceful. Something that will give him a head start in becoming a great warrior. And who better than to learn from a deputy? It was his perfect chance! "Er...sir...I was wondering if...maybe...you can teach me to be as great of a warrior as you are? I'm not greedy! Or like Tigerstar! I just want to prove I can be worthy! And you are, like, the best warrior in this Clan!" Glancing around wearily for the silver flank of his mother, he whispered, "You could probably beat mom in a fight!" [bg=7f7f1c][atrb=border,0,true]

Whiteclaw chuckled at the kit's comment at him being able to beat his mom. Just because he was deputy didn't mean that he was the absolute best fighter in the clan, but he did have some skills that some of the warrior were weak in. He looked at the small kit and tilted his head slightly contemplating on how to answer the kit's question. He of course wanted to help, but to start any kind of training before he was six moons old was against code. But if he remembered correctly, Weaslekit and his sibling should be Apprentices soon. Whiteclaw flicked his ear and slowly sat up stretching out his stiff muscles and sat up completely towering over the kit. "you want to be the best warrior huh?" he remarked, a serious tone etching in his voice. "you don't want to be like Tigerstar or any other traitor to the clans. Well i can tell you the first rule to that. Obey the Warrior code. You will have to learn all rules anyways but learn them now. When you can live by them, then you will be true warrior." Whiteclaw slowly closed his eyes and dug his claws into eh soft ground. He settled his gaze back on the kit and flicked his tail before getting up and walking past him. He kept going and stopped a little bit aways when weaslekit didn't follow. "Are you coming?" He turned and padded over to the entrance and sat down waiting on the small scrap to scamper over to him. He figured Sliverwing hadn't taken the small kit out very much and Whiteclaw knew nothing could really be learned in the camp. He smiled as the kit stopped beside him looking at the entrance with his tail twitching. Oh how he wished he could be a kit again.

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