Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2018 21:54:27 GMT
Scorchpaw
Age: 7 moons| Tags: Mal
I’m gonna be the last one standing
Scorchpaw sighed as she walked out of the apprentice’s den, tail practically dragging across the ground and ears pinned back. It had only been a few days since the the last clan meeting, and the gray tabby she cat was sincerely regretting jumping in. Her head ached from the hit that Cinderstar had given her, but her emotions felt even worse. She had stayed up the entire night after the ceremony crying, regretting all her choices as she curled up into herself. The she cat had lost any and all bravery she had gained before she jumped in to the fray, and because of that, she had completely reverted to the cat she was before she had become an apprentice.
With her golden eyes focused on her gray paws as she sat down, tail curled around as she tried to look as small as possible. She would occasionally glance at the nursery, waiting to see when her mentor and the mother to her half siblings would come out. She was quite nervous about today’s training if she was honest. She didn’t know what Cinderstar would make her do, and she was terrified that it would be something that would be too hard for her, or be something that would make her look stupid.
‘Oh, StarClan, why did I have to say something?!’ Scorchpaw thought as she squeezed her eyes shut, forcing down a whimper as she did so. She had felt trapped. She knew that if she hadn’t stepped in, her father would’ve looked down on her like she was a coward, and she had only just gained some form of respect from him (not that any of that mattered with him threatening her because of her actions). On the other paw, she had known that she would get in trouble, however, she didn’t realize that Cinderstar would slap her.
The sound of pawsteps caused the gray tabby’s eyes to snap open as she quickly turned towards the sound of the pawsteps. Her golden eyes locked on a pair of gray paws, and a quick look up caused her to recognize the owner of the paws. Keeping her head bowed, she slowly stood up. “G-good morning, C-Cinderstar...” she said shakily, trying her hardest to keep the fear scent off of her. She didn’t want to be afraid of her mentor, she was the mother of her half siblings after all, but she couldn’t help but be worried that she would be hit for showing any sort of bravery again.
Scorchpaw refused to look her mentor in the eyes as her paws fidgeted. “H-how are Smokekit, Icekit, Bluekit, and G-Gustkit doing t-today?” She asked quietly. She didn’t know if she was overstepping her bounds, but she really did want to know how her half siblings were doing. Even if she didn’t exactly know how to approach those kits. What was one to say to the kits your father had because you and your siblings were a disappointment in his eyes. “A-and how a-are you..?” She asked timidly.
With her golden eyes focused on her gray paws as she sat down, tail curled around as she tried to look as small as possible. She would occasionally glance at the nursery, waiting to see when her mentor and the mother to her half siblings would come out. She was quite nervous about today’s training if she was honest. She didn’t know what Cinderstar would make her do, and she was terrified that it would be something that would be too hard for her, or be something that would make her look stupid.
‘Oh, StarClan, why did I have to say something?!’ Scorchpaw thought as she squeezed her eyes shut, forcing down a whimper as she did so. She had felt trapped. She knew that if she hadn’t stepped in, her father would’ve looked down on her like she was a coward, and she had only just gained some form of respect from him (not that any of that mattered with him threatening her because of her actions). On the other paw, she had known that she would get in trouble, however, she didn’t realize that Cinderstar would slap her.
The sound of pawsteps caused the gray tabby’s eyes to snap open as she quickly turned towards the sound of the pawsteps. Her golden eyes locked on a pair of gray paws, and a quick look up caused her to recognize the owner of the paws. Keeping her head bowed, she slowly stood up. “G-good morning, C-Cinderstar...” she said shakily, trying her hardest to keep the fear scent off of her. She didn’t want to be afraid of her mentor, she was the mother of her half siblings after all, but she couldn’t help but be worried that she would be hit for showing any sort of bravery again.
Scorchpaw refused to look her mentor in the eyes as her paws fidgeted. “H-how are Smokekit, Icekit, Bluekit, and G-Gustkit doing t-today?” She asked quietly. She didn’t know if she was overstepping her bounds, but she really did want to know how her half siblings were doing. Even if she didn’t exactly know how to approach those kits. What was one to say to the kits your father had because you and your siblings were a disappointment in his eyes. “A-and how a-are you..?” She asked timidly.
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