[goddess of ducks]

Gorsepaw had hoped that by staying quiet he could have avoided being told how to act. He had heard similar words all the time, over and over again. Stand up for yourself. Be brave. Be strong. Be courageous. Fight back. Don't be a wimp. He hated being told that. It always came from his brother though, but now. As it came from another fellow apprentice, he felt worse about it. Why did everyone have to discipline him for his size and unwillingness to fight? The tears were welling up stringer this time, right after he thought he had gotten control. "I'm sorry!" He yelled, pulling away from the two cats. "I can't help it!" He called before tearing off out of the camp and into the hills of the moorland territory.