[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Spirit

 

Ferretpaw hesitantly came to a halt a bit away from Winterwisp. She didn't know how comfortable the warrior was with her yet, so she didn't want to sit too close, and yet she didn't want to sit too far away either.
Despite the older molly having been a bit of a bully to her in the beginning, Ferretpaw cared about her now. Ferretpaw knew there was someone of her own kin in the Clan now, and she really appreciated that. They might not be close, but that could be worked on... Right? Ferretpaw hoped so, to say the least.
The small apprentice tilted her head as she inspected Winterwisp for a few moments, before opening her mouth to answer.
"Well... Just out for a run through the territory really... My last one as an apprentice, it would seem. Blazingstar has deemed me worthy of becoming a full warrior. It scares me a little." Ferretpaw admitted, giving a sheepish smile to the black and white molly. For some reason, Ferretpaw felt herself open up to Winterwisp. She didn't think about telling the warrior that she was scared. She just blurted it out. Normally, she would hide any signs of weakness, as a self-defence due to her earlier moons of being brutally bullied.
"How about yourself? Are you doing okay lately?" She asked, a bit hesitant perhaps. She didn't know if Winterwisp felt the same way. If she was comfortable enough with talking about personal things with Ferretpaw just yet. Ferretpaw wanted her to feel comfortable. Wanted the warrior to use her as someone to go to if things got rought. Ferretpaw felt like she had a purpose greater than being a warrior of her Clan. That of being a supportive sister.

The molly was not at all comfortable with the idea of being nice to her younger sibling. She was not comfortable with the idea of being nice to anyone for that matter. She had never really had much of a reason to be nice to other cats within her current lifetime and she didn’t really want to learn to be nice. She liked being alone. She liked being closed off. She didn’t want to talk to her clanmates. They were nasty cats, cats who weren’t worth talking to. Perhaps she could try though. Perhaps she could try and be a good older sister. Just maybe.
“Oh.” Was all she could say. She had not realised that Ferretpaw was already ready to be a warrior. It was surprising, she still looked so small. Or maybe that was just her, every apprentice looked puny to the snappy she-cat. Winterwisp had the feeling that she was supposed to feel a specific emotion now that she had heard this ‘wonderful’ news. Pride wasn’t it? Or joy? Or maybe both. She tried to put those emotions onto her face. This was what she was meant to do as a sister right? She had the picture of a cat looking proud in her mind and tried to mimic their expression but it only made her look very uncomfortable. She felt uncomfortable. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t be the typical, good older sibling. It just wasn’t her.
“Eh, you be fine,” she said, her voice not exactly reassuring. “Being a warrior is the same as your last moons as an apprentice, except you don’t have an annoying mentor hovering over you all the time and you have to be more responsible with duties,” she continued, rolling her pale green hues at the mentor part. This was probably the best advice that the she-cat could give. It wasn’t the best because she sounded very dead as she let the words out and her choice of words could probably be worked on too, but in her opinion, Winterwisp didn’t think that it was so bad.
“I’ve been okay. Probably about the same as always,” she said, shrugging. The warrior didn’t say anything else and she didn’t ask anything to keep the conversation going. Winterwisp was a bit of a brick wall to talk to most of the time. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t usually want her conversations to continue so she wasn’t used to doing so.