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Post by | COMRADE | on Jun 25, 2009 20:17:29 GMT -5
The tone of his voice surprised Featherpaw, as he spoke about the rabbits. Why shouldn't they feel? It wasn't fair. His next words terrified her. She flinched away from his anger, fur bristling and eyes wide and scared. She could almost expect him to leap at her and tear her fur out, and she tried hard to keep her paws from fleeing, her legs trembling beneath her. How could he be filled with such anger? What had his life done to make him that way? When he rushed away across the moor, any other cat may have felt relief or anger at being snapped at, but she was just confused, and more scared than she had ever been in her life. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to follow him; he was so angry, but she had to bring the catch back to camp. Her paws still shook beneath her and she could hardly hold the rabbit let alone drag it back. When she reached the camp she stumbled to the pile, dropping it down and slunk around the side of the camp, too scared to look for Thornstrike and didn't look around until she reached her nest at the Apprentice's Den. Fortunately, none of her den-mates were at their nests yet, she noticed them sharing tongues and joking around by the fresh-kill pile. Her heart felt chilled and heavy and when she curled up in the moss her spine quivered while she trembled uncontrollably, Thornstrike's parting words still running through her mind.
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Post by Barketh on Jun 25, 2009 20:28:54 GMT -5
[maroon]Anger seethed from the tom in ragged waves as he practically hurled the rabbit onto the fresh-kill pile. Storming back outside of the camp, his rage did not stay behind. Rather, it held an even firmer grip on the tom's blackened heart. I was wrong to think there was nothing different about her. Of course no cat is perfect. But she... She is weak to think such empathetic thoughts. Life is about survival, not 'love' and who eats who. When the time comes where it is either her or her enemy, then she will truly realize what I mean. Stupid little cat. He let out a furious snarl and picked up speed until his claws were tearing gouges into the earth as he ran. "Idiot! Damn it, why is everyone so blind?!" He shouted, anger fuming from him as he ran. His limbs seemed heavy as stone, and his heart felt as though it was dragging him down. Slowing his pace. That thought only made him run faster until he could feel a warm liquid on his paws. They were stinging, and he finally slowed to a stop, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His chest thudded and he felt a wave of emotions crash over him. He wanted to cry, laugh, snarl, and smile all at the same time. How was it that the glass wall he had put up between him, his past, and those around him had been shattered by a mere apprentice so easily? I can not forgive her... I swore never to feel anything. And she has turned me into a liar. I will not forgive her for this. He bit down on his tongue until a bitter taste filled his mouth and he spat out blood. Too exhausted to feel the pain in his maw or paws, he trudged over to where the moss was. Bending down, he scooped a bundle in his mouth before plowing the rest along with his paws. He was barely aware of the stains in the fungus as his blood was soaked up by the moss.[/maroon]
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Post by | COMRADE | on Jul 7, 2009 10:57:15 GMT -5
Still curled up in the moss, she trembled while hearing her mentor's snarls again and again. Suddenly she felt she was in danger from her mentor, as tomorrow was going to be battle training. What if he was still mad at her, and his temper was lost? She didn't want to have to face her mentor tomorrow, and suddenly she felt as though she no longer wanted to be his apprentice but she was too scared of what he may do to her if she said anything to another cat. She buried her muzzle in the moss of her nest and just shivered, heart beating rapidly in her chest as she swallowed panic. She remembered that they were supposed to go back and get the moss, but if he was out on the territory she didn't dare go near him. She knew also, tomorrow was going to be a long day and she would need her sleep. But she was terrified, and it was a long time before sleep came...
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Post by Barketh on Jul 7, 2009 11:07:25 GMT -5
[maroon]Muttering under his breath, the tom finally came to a stop in the center of camp. Dropping the moss by the Elder's Den, he glanced at the Apprentice's Den. The walk had seemed to calm him a little, and finally, he felt a twinge of guilt. He knew he could be an intimidating cat when angry, and he realized that for a tiny cat like Featherpaw, it might've been terrifying. Yeah, great. First training session and your apprentice is already afraid of you. Grudgingly, he trudged over to the fresh-kill pile. Though his paws dragged in the dust, he made his way over to the Apprentice's Den and tossed the squirrel in. "If you don't eat, you won't have any strength for tomorrow." Though his voice was resentful, there was a hint of something of an apology, and he wandered back to the Elder's Den, taking out the old moss and replacing it with new.[/maroon]
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Post by | COMRADE | on Jul 8, 2009 10:12:26 GMT -5
Featherpaw flinched out of her doze as she heard Thornstrike's voice, and her head shot up rapidly as though expecting him to yowl at her again. Instead he told her she needed to eat something and she felt a warm and furry object at her paws. She looked down and spotted a squirrel. At the beginning of training she had begun to get hungry but now she wasn't at all, but she knew she had to eat otherwise she'd be unable to train tomorrow. Although she ate the creature, it was tasteless and dry, and she still didn't feel any batter. Curling back up in her nest she drifted off to sleep again.
OOC: Sorry, short.
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