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Originally Posted by Shoes
Runningpaw, as always, was excited for the day ahead. They were almost bouncing on their paws with a large smile spread across their maw. They weren't a new apprentice, they had gone out hunting with their mentor before but just like every other morning, when they were told they were hunting that day they had excitedly run ahead, eager to show off his skills to his mentor. Today, they had a mission. Today, they wouldn't scare off any prey. They would make a sound and they would be completely still and they wouldn't get distracted. Nope, not today. Those moments had always been rather embarrassing for the young cat, always forgetting to not let his shadow fall over the water, or getting distracted by all the bugs that skipped on the slow flowing parts of the river. They knew they were gonna have to get more serious if they wanted to be a warrior but hunting was so boring sometimes.
The apprentice realized that they had gone off too fast when they noticed that they only heard their own hurried footsteps. They stopped moving abruptly, digging their claws into the dirt to avoid skidding too far and tripping over. The white apprentice swivelled their head back behind them and shouted out. "Come on, Rainpelt, I wanna catch enough to double the fresh-kill pile but if we don't hurry up it'll be sundown when we get to the good hunting spots." The apprentice high-pitched voice had a whiney tone to it, though he wasn't much complaining as much as he was eager.
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Rainpelt strode along after her apprentice. Her ears were laid flat against her head as she followed along.
There went our chances of catching any water voles on the way. "Runningpaw, what have I told you about keeping your voice down?" the grey and spotted warrior droned impatiently. "A warrior..." she left the last part out for her apprentice to finish. It wasn't just Runningpaw's insistence on making a Starclan-forsaken racket either. From the time she had been assigned the white-pelted apprentice, she had been upset about it. Why did she have to work with a tom who had a problem with being a tom? Sure, Rainpelt had privately thought on many occasions that she wished other cats would call her a him, but she had been born a shecat and she would always have the body of a shecat just like he'd always have the body of a tom. Why make that everyone else's problem? Why choose to be called something nonsensical like
they? And most of all, why did the apprentice have to act so happy about it? That's what burned her up the most. She was trapped in a body and life she didn't want. If this little tom really did feel the same way, what right did he have to be anything but miserable like her?!