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Adderpaw
Determined ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Lawful Good ⋆ She/Her ⋆ Beefed Up T3
“One day I’ll be the greatest warrior of all the clans!”

Adderpaw wanted to say a few more things to Seabreeze, but was disappointed he didn't take up her call to action. Oh well, suppose all she could do was add more wind to his sails so hopefully get him out of that way of thinking. These things had to take time it seemed.

She pulled her attention away from Seabreeze as she heard Birdsnow speak up again. Her heart softened when she heard her leader take a more nuanced approach to outsiders and loners. Adderpaw was beyond thankful that she never had to enact the kill on sight order on them—Especially after having killed a cat herself. Never again did she want to do something so horrible again. Adderpaw felt like she was never again going to be the same person yet despite that she wanted to protect what was left of her.

Without a doubt or a second thought Adderpaw would be willing to push an outsider towards the outskirts. If she found them interesting enough, or pathetic enough, she would want to talk to them and not have to spill blood. Mind you she was willing to claw the face off a cat acting up, just not kill them. Just because she was restricting herself from killing another cat did not mean she was going to go easy on her foes.

Adderpaw almost got herself lost in thinking but before that could happen Birdsnow spoke up once again. Her heart skipped a few beats and her lungs lost air when the fate words gathering apprentices slipped out her leader's lips. Then.... Then... She waited... She waited...

Anger. Resentment. Discountent.

All of these words or some mix of them filled Adderpaw when she did not hear her name be called out. She asked Birdsnow right in front of her while covered in blood to become a warrior but she was not called up. Was this some kind of mistake? A cruel joke? Adderpaw wanted to shout out at the top of her lungs. She wanted to make a scene. But..

To try and temper her anger Adderpaw started to groom herself roughly and quickly. She was never a cat to clean herself more than to get dirt off of herself so her fur was always wild looking. Anyone who knew her well would be able to pick that up from her that she wasn't feeling right. That at least something was up. Yet how many cats could Adderpaw count on her claws that were close to her? And she groomed herself even faster with that thought dancing across her mind.

Make a scene.. Hells. No, I couldn’t become one of those cats. A quick scowl came across Adderpaw’s face as she thought back to all the cats who decided to make a scene during the meetings many times. God, Adderpaw couldn’t even count how many times that had happened in this clan. She wasn’t going to ruin another cats special day as well. When she had become an apprentice she felt over the moon. Becoming a warrior was an even greater honor so Adderpaw couldn’t imagine how a cat would feel. Anger, jealousy.. She shook her head to get those negative emotions away from herself. Maybe her warrior announcement would be after everything else. She had to lie to herself to calm herself down.

“Treeheart!” She shouted out, enthusiasm hiding discontent.

“Mistyshard!” These were her clanmate..

“Springburst!” Her friends.

So why couldn’t she stop being jealous and just be happy for them?

Then the meeting moved onto kits. Adderpaw purred amusement when she saw the little fluffballs run up to the stone. She wondered how excited each of them were. No one could have ever been as excited as she, herself, was one her special day but maybe they were a sniff as close as excited.