**Heronkit**
@
cloudy sky
The gentle voice that reach her ears from the direction of her aimed strikes threw her off and something instantly broke loose inside her.
Another Warrior talking to me like I’m useless! She was aware,
painfully aware, of how her ailments made her different and how that made everybody look at her differently. She looked younger than she was which helped nothing, but she was
sick and
tired of being a kit and cats treating her like she was just a mouse to be coddled. The resentment and anger bubbled up like a hot spring, fueled by the soft tone of the warrior in front of her. She ducked as the foggy form moved closer to her, growing larger in her vision, and backed away, tripping over her paws and growing dizzy in the disorientation, but righting herself before she hit the ground and lunged at another of the shapes, hopefully this time she got it right and went for the intruder as she parted her jaws, aiming to scratch and bite whoever her target was.