Originally Posted by Lonestar23
Stormpaw cocked her head to the side and her ears pricked forwards. "Well, now I'm offended. You don't think I'm nice now?" She asked with a laugh, curling her tail around her paws as she did so. She looked taller-- and older-- when she sat up, like she had been a warrior for a while. Although she didn't exactly radiate the confidence she would like to, she was still able to give the impression that she was a loyal, strong member of ThunderClan. She was looking forwards to being a warrior once Gyrewind returned, and would do more ceremonies. Such a thing was sorely needed, since there were many kits who were apprentice-aged and more then a few apprentices who were warrior aged. She was hoping that any day now, the new leader would return and everything would be right again.
But her fear told her otherwise.
Stormpaw's fear was constantly keeping her from hoping for the best, as well as looking on the bright side. All she could ever think was whether or not her friends were dead, or hurt, or didn't like her anymore. She looked somewhat surprised when both of the younger apprentices said that she was pretty-- and Tigerpaw mentioned Fairypaw was pretty too, which she thought was a nice thing to do. "W-well thank you. Both of you." She mewed, and then laughed at his next comment. "We're insecure because nowadays, if you actually want a tom to like you, you have to rely on your appearance. The pretty ones are the ones who have the best lives. The smart, or funny, or awkward ones, well...they don't get chosen as easily." She explained. She'd had quite a bit of expertise in this area.
Perhaps the reason she hadn't had much luck was because she was too awkward.
Clumsy. Nervous. Scared all the time. Toms didn't seem to go for that sort of thing, they wanted a she cat who was...like herself. She laughed at their banter-- it was quite amusing, really. She loved watching the two of them interact, it was almost like seeing a real brother and sister fighting. Stormpaw had never gotten any of that. No brothers and sisters fighting for her, something that she was thankful for...mainly because she was nervous something bad might happen later on. She wondered if she would ever meet another tom that made her feel the same as she had around Crowpaw, and Hiddentalon. She doubted it-- they had been special, unique in their own right. And, as insane as it sounded, she thought Tigerpaw had some of the same attributes as Hiddentalon.
Maybe, in time...he would be like the tan and white warrior.
Just as long as someone kept him in his place-- she could do that. Although they were about the same size, Stormpaw was the one with more training and she was more powerful then she appeared. "Really? That's odd..." She mewed, her voice trailing off and she cocked her head to the side before she shrugged. "I could always help both of you out. If you needed it. Since I'm not a warrior yet, I can't really call you my apprentices-- which would be weird anyways, since you should only have one at a time, but I could still sort of train you." The silver she cat mewed, sizing the two of them up. Tigerpaw looked more like a natural fighter, while Fairypaw really did remind her of a hunter. With some training, they would probably be great warriors for the Clan.
It was too bad they didn't have mentors.
Stormpaw wasn't a full warrior yet, although her training was completed, and she was satisfied with what she had learned to the point where she would be able to teach the younger cats fairly well. "Oh really?" She asked, in response to Fairypaw's comment. She cocked her head to the side, hues gleaming mischievously as she glanced at the younger tom, but she shrugged it off after a moment. She didn't really care. A more competitive spirit seemed to arouse in her at Fairypaw's remark, then Tigerpaw's rebuttal. "Oh really? I'll take you anywhere, anytime." She mewed, only half joking. She was counting on the fact that she was observant in weaknesses to be able to take the apprentice down. Besides that, she was fairly certain she was the stronger out of the two.
Though she could always be wrong.
"Absolutely, I'd be happy to." The silver tabby smiled pleasantly at the younger apprentice. She was glad that Fairypaw was being so welcoming towards her...it was a luxury that she rarely got these days. And every bit of kindness was warming her heart, making her feel as though she truly belonged here, with these cats. She was glad to have met them. And Stormpaw was fairly sure that they were all going to end up being great friends, despite how different the three of them seemed. She analyzed Fairypaw quickly, as though seeing what her greatest strengths and weaknesses were, before she turned her ice blue hues onto Tigerpaw. A hiss escaped her as she heard his comment, and she analyzed him quickly, looking for his weakest spot.
And then, Stormpaw pounced, slamming into his side in an attempt to knock him over.
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