From one present in a role that allowed natural education pertaining to the expectations present in daily life unorthodox the notion of such forward teaching, necessary as it was. In certain terms one may deem the child new, not in the manner of his inclusion among the clan being recent, his third month was steadily drawing to a close as it was, but on the basis of what he knew of it. Of course he knew the very basics, as any child prone to following their curiosity is, satiated those simple and easily answered questions, but such only got him so far.

Rare had grown the times Foam had ventured beyond the enclosed walls of the nursery, acting both as protection from the harsh winds and the snow building up with each passing day there was almost warmth, lost the kitten among piled pelts and blankets. Even so threadbare had grown his patience, little was present in the largely empty space and fewer still were inclined to stay once delivery of food was complete. Restless, and driven to action simply to have some sense of feeling in paws that had grown numb, from his resting place did Foam wiggle with petulant little growls.

Absent Cottontuft, a blessing as she would have halted his expedition before it began, called forth for all capable warriors were needed though her promise to be back in a timely manner had fallen on deaf ears. Unimpeded his approach, and subsequent exit, from the nursery entrance, smothered in frozen particles the shallow valley he looked across. False such, beacon Rhine among the bright hue, drawn forth Foam without second thought.

"Rhi." Familiar the shortened form used as he shifted closer until he may settle atop Rhine's paws, pressing close without realisation others were present, gathering for a reason that he had not acknowledged.

Vaas was surprisingly uncharacteristically quiet as he approached, The tiger's striped from appearing from the sides and eyeing his apprentice as he sat down, there was no open smile along his maw, yet there was an open interest flashing in his eyes, even as his continued not to meet anyone's single gaze. Watching Rhinestone's paws rather as he saw down closer towards his apprentice than the actually leader. "An actually lesson from the leader himself, why Rhine you flatter us" Vaas' voice was coy, and he took a moment to debate before he stretched out. Large lithe form laying - curling towards Rhine's from to watch and listen.

In all honestly, Vaas was interested. The fact of the matter that Vaas wasn't raised inside a clan like most other's, though he had plenty of experience with the typhoon, and thus the politics of a clan- what a drag in all honestly they were, but the expectations, and the running of the clan he felt so engaged with, that he actually liked and saw as a family. Well, there was always something to learn.

If Vaas was lucky he could turn this into something a little more as well, Teach the clan about some of the clans that Vaas had knew of when he was within the typhoon. There were a few that they would have to keep an eye on. Through the eyes of a typhooner was very biased yes but Vaas supposed any knowledge he had could - should be public knowledge.

Haphazard after-image seared upon the inner surface of lid, pronounced yet supposedly intangible simply for the fact he seemed the scribble a child might produce with clashing tones given life — rather simply put he had proven, time and time again, incapable of looking at Quasar for long. Minor the issue this presented in prior interaction, few and as far between as they had been, yet his presence populated more days and so accustomed must Foam grow. Almost fixated seemed the child as regarded the other with squinted vision, looked upon in a light steadily brightening.

Numerous the times gifted title had been voiced, lacklustre response or, within more numerous occasions, confusion towards it. Slight the manner smile tugged at mouth, curled edges as attention shifted away. Softened his once largely negative thoughts towards the other, proven not a usurper of affection that may equally be shared, though no further action was made to extend a bridge.

Broken and expanded their loose formation, quiet the sound he voiced in wordless greeting. The urge to once more claim a place atop broad back arose, throne befitting a child with head overly filled with notions of grandeur he may not yet live up to, aside cast as Vaas spoke. Lost the tone, as was his actions of separating yet seemingly drawn to Rhine through placement of his body, the words all Foam found himself caught on. It did come across as an odd occurrence, in times past Rhine had proposed more informal sessions, and had even set about creating a hunting ground of controlled prey, yet such were lessons to be continued later and were known by the older population. This was more general, an introduction to the finer workings.

Interrupted his thoughts as he shifted beneath removal, about drawn limbs that drew him close, unconscious the manner nose pressed into the fur of his chest. Ears flicked as he was addressed, a quiet murmur felt more than heard, back drawing slightly as the words sunk in. The question of what he retained was one often brought up, it did seem he grew more practiced with such as the days wore on and thus he acquired skills befitting his age, the informal approach to teaching him to speak one that hindered. Yet no other way would he allow, picked up what he needed and disregarded what was not, a set up rather bad for it was at his own whim they were chosen to fit one or the other.

With the beginning of the lesson proper the thought to settle beside Rhine rose, it would make it easier for him if nothing else, brushed aside as quickly as it arose. Warm was his place here, pressed close with rust hued coat tickling at his nose, and so cheek pressed to Rhine's chest and he listened quietly. As his first parts wound to a close his chin tilted up, meek for once. "What me." He knew he was deemed a kit, the terminology was lost on him in part for he knew himself as a kitten prior to the introduction of proper title, though not if it entailed anything akin to that Vaas and Quasar may handle.

Structure, it was rare to find. Amidst the chaos of day-to day life of the once Boss of the boardwalk. He found and often enjoyed a similar day: a routine. It was commonplace, it made him reliable and it was one of the few reasons he could see to ever being promoted. He could always be found patrolling near the nights around the boardwalk, he'd spend the mornings within the closer limits of the clan camp. Evenings- and nights especially were either spent hunting within or outside of the borders of the clan. Venturing to strange hunting grounds that held more than simple mice and rodents.

Still, when Rhinestonestar spoke, Vaas listened. It was a simple presence, a soft command of attention. He wasn’t a natural leader, but he was a good one. In comparison to a few of their interactions before the merge, simple curiosity had been sated, but something still hungry and brutal under his pelt demanded the other’s attention. Demanded him look farther than simple roles. It called in the similar sense that he craved home. To carve the same thing here: wretched structure demanding love, demanding family.

Vaas’ own posture was lax, his earlier calm demeanor showing it’s colors before his thoughts ate away at it. A subtle tensing. Muscles clenching and unclenching with a wave: a ripple of muscle. It helped drown his thoughts, the motion of it, he let out a low hum at Rinestone’s words towards him. Until his ears worked at the static- the cotton in them fell out. It wasn’t a surprise that it was Rhine’s voice that cut him completely out of the haze.

Gods, was he that exhausted?

A leery grin stretched across his maw, a lot more bravado put into it than before as his lowered eyelids looked down towards foam. More kind but no less menacing if the other’s presence even came across as a threat anymore, no. He was a common sight now. The tiger of the kitty-clan, the wolf of sheep. A low hum buzzed out of him as he nodded down. “You’re job is to keep the warriors on their toes” It was a less serious response than Rhine’s but it was no less true.

Kits were the easiest to give the job, to be unburdened, without much but the shallow thoughts: they didn’t need to worry about their clanmates safety, didn’t need to fuss over war. No they played the pranks and got into trouble. It was expected, rebellion, playful thoughtlessness. Even though Foamkit in difference was the opposite. Thoughtful and considerate and so very kind in comparison.