hollow soul

chapter ;; two

maleficent stepped towards the mouth of the cave, the shiny walls of it glittering around her. her apprentice ceremony replayed in her mind.
maleficent, your mentor is tourmaline. she mocked the leader in her thoughts. tourmaline, really!
she snarled, pelting a stone into the wall. the blue canine huffed, figuring she'd best head back now. she padded through the forest, appreciating the almost silence, aside from the birds chirping that cut through the emptiness. she pulled herself through the bramble bushes that lined the camps entrance, and paused. where the hell is my mentor?

tourmaline nervously trotted aside the apprentices, still looking around for his. “gabirelle's gonna be so mad..i lost my apprentice! on the first day!” he rambled nervously. mandarin rolled his eyes. ”mal's probably just out of camp. somewhere.” she's known for slipping away. he added privately. “she doesn't have my permission! nor am i out there with her!” mand sighed. “tourm, stop worrying.” tourmaline just let out a nervous huff. “so, what are we doing again?” he asked, looking up at panthera. “we're going to the training hall, to evaluate how much training you need.” his. mentor explained, stopping in front of a large cave with a hole at the top, where. sunlight filtered through. “woah...” moss whispered. coyle smiled at his amazement. “yeah, it is somethin...” he chuckled. mandarin ran inside, his paws skidding against the hard ground. “okay okay, stop admiring! let's do this!”
panthera laughed. “alright, alright, don't get your tail in a twist.” she walked around him, and suddenly pushed his shoulders down to a crouch. she shifted his legs, lifted his tail a but off the ground, and stepped away. “moss, ma-” she cleared her throat. “moss, this is a hunting crouch. try it!” the ivory pup attempted to copy his stance, lowering his body and hovering his tail over the ground. “did i do it right?” coyle smiled proudly. “perfect. now-” he pushed a leaf in front of him, about a foot away. “-try and pounce on that.”
moss focused on the leaf, squinting as he tried to determine how far he'd need to jump. he finally sprang forwards, and landing a few inches ahead of it. “ouch..” he muttered, getting up and shaking out his coat. “sorry coyle, shou-”
the pups sentence was cut off by an angry growl. “tourmaline!”