[tulin]

@dino. (I sincerely apologize for Flightpaw, she is a bit of a hot-headed mess and is overwhelmed with a bunch of conflicting emotions. I swear she will grow to become better but right now she's a bit of a brat!)

Oh. Oh. Yellow eyes watched in disbelief as a kit she knew as a parasite to her mentor clamber up the stone and attach himself to the side of Bumblestar. What was worse - is that her comment went unheard and her presence unnoticed, in favor of nosing the kitten and giving him attention. Oh. A burning sensation erupted in Flightpaw's chest and she ducked her gaze down to avoid showing the hurt that laid in their yellow depths.

They had won against ShadowClan. She would've been more excited if it had not been for the slap of claws across her face - metaphorically speaking, of course. Her shoulders slumped and Flightpaw seemed to deflate momentarily, the rest of what her mentor said becoming nothing more than white noise. Anger continued to bubble within her and she let out a soft growl as her claws came out once more and tore at the soil underneath her.

Only once the kits were called forward and there was a silence in the rumble did Flightpaw allow herself to bring her gaze back up to the Stormcrest. A fierce look in the depths of fiery yellow eyes was directed straight up at Bumblestar. There was no flinching away, no backing down. She was pissed and she made no play in hiding it from the she-cat. Her hackles rose but she kept her claws back inside their sheaths, and did not utter a word. Instead she held her piercing glare for a moment, then another, before finally rising to her paws. This was ridiculous. If she was going to be ignored, so be it.

Turning around the young she-cat padded stiffly towards the apprentices den, not looking back once as she disappeared within the walls of it. Whatever her mentor had to say, she would provide her the same respect as she had got for her statement; which was none.