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Post by ρυяє on Sept 4, 2011 10:31:49 GMT -5
[Silverpaw]
She missed Sleetpaw. It was hard to admit, but she had come to like the annoying tom. And not the 'friend like' but more of the 'like like.' Therefore his betrayal hurt her the most. Why did he leave WindClan? And not only him, Vixenpaw, his sister and her best friend left with him, too.
The short, silver apprentice stared at the water as she layed next to the Small Pond's bank, olive eyes narrowing at her reflection. They'd left her behind, with only her mentor as her only confident. And not even him seemed to want to train her anymore, since it'd been days since she'd last been taken out.
The bright clearing and soft breeze around Silverpaw was a strong contrast with how she currently felt. She knew most cats, if not all, in her clan didn't like her. She was just that type of cat that wouldn't put up with anyone or anything. Maybe she'd be better off if she left WindClan too...?
She continued to stare at her reflection. She was already twelve moons, only a bit more to become a warrior. But, with her poor training and small body, would her leader allow her to join the ranks of warriors? She doubted it, and the mere knowledge of that sent a shot of rage down her spine. Her tiny white paws unsheathed her claws and with one swipe, she slashed at her reflection.
She didn't belong here anymore.
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Post by Magicheart on Sept 4, 2011 18:34:32 GMT -5
The old tom sat quietly observing the young apprentice. He didn't want to disturb her when she seemed so deep in thought...or was she asleep? He blinked in understanding as she swiped at the water, something he too had done at one point in his life.
"It is unwise to hold on to such anger, unless you can channel it into determination, and therefore change what makes you so angry." Storyteller advised. The elder sat calmly a distance away, unsure how the she-cat would react to his presence.
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Post by ρυяє on Sept 4, 2011 19:52:20 GMT -5
[Silverpaw]
The silver tabby's head turned sharply toward the source of the elderly voice, the fur at her back bristling slightly. Her orbs spotted the old tom a few fox-lengths away from her, calmly looking at her as if she were only another part of the scenery. "Oh..it's just you Storyteller.." Silverpaw murmured, averting her eyes and not paying much mind to his words. In what way was she supposed to channel her pain when no one in the clan allowed her to do anything? She could as well sneak out once in a while like she used to do, but without Vixenpaw, even that had lost it's fun. "There's nothing I can channel anything to.." |
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Post by Magicheart on Sept 30, 2011 16:38:54 GMT -5
Storyteller's eyes glittered, and he grinned slightly. "Yes, just me." he glanced up at the trees and closed his eyes momentarily in pleasure as a breeze stirred through his fur. Usually apprentices have more than enough to channel energy into, especially trouble. the old tom thought.
"Hunt, climb, learn herbs, practice battle moves, get into trouble..." Storyteller angled his head. "There is a lot you can do with your time." he meowed good-naturedly, stepping into a long stretch. Storyteller grumbled as one of his joints cracked loudly. "You get to be my age and you wish you had more time to do things." he meowed, padding forward to sit beside his troubled young clanmate.
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