[Captain]

( Brightpaw | they/she/he | open for interaction )

➢ Upon hearing the voice of another apprentice calling the clan together, the tortie’s ears perked up and then twitched in irritation. She slipped out of the apprentice’s den, head low as she joined the gathered cats, glancing at a few of them before sitting down and wrapping her tail around herself. Why was this flea-brained cat calling a meeting? Wasn’t such a thing like this reserved for cats like Dawnstar? Speaking of which, where was she? Tsk. Their paw still had a dulled ache to it after their tree climbing incident with Foxspring, but it was hardly an issue anymore in their mind. “Amazing news, my ass.” Brightpaw thought bitterly and rolled her eyes, looking off to the side in the process. The slim apprentice’s vibrant green-hued eyes locked on the familiar Bengal pelt that belonged to their mentor -- Nectarflame. Her eyes narrowed, pupils turning to slits as her claws dug into the dirt underneath her. “Where the hell have you been, huh?” She asked the shecat mentally, swallowing a resentful growl from forming as she forced to turn her gaze back to Rainpaw. Brightpaw was almost tempted to approach the Thunderclan warrior and give her a piece of their mind. Where was their training? She was her mentor, wasn’t she? So why did Brightpaw have to be getting all her lessons from other cats like Sleethound and Foxpring. Grrr… The youth inhaled and then exhaled slowly, trying to keep themselves calm. “Patience, Brightpaw, patience. Everything is okay.” Brightpaw thought, licking their chest fur a few times.