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Originally Posted by Nighty
The apprentice wasn't all to fond of life. He was teased, tormented, name called. He just hated it and didn't blame his father for running off. The thing he did blame him for was not staying. Or not taking them with them. Then again, he didn't want to be with his Dad anyways, he wanted no part of him. He wanted both things: he wanted him to be here, and to be as far away as possible; he wanted him to have taken him with him when he left, and he was glad that he had been left here. He was just sick and tired of being bugged about his lineage. Gorsepaw was so lost in thought though that he didn't even realize the apprentice staring at him. He didn't care, it was probably just some other cat who wanted to torment him. |
Furzepaw stood up and stretched luxuriously, then padded to Gorsepaw. He nodded to his fellow apprentice.
"Hello," he meowed quietly. Furzepaw was a rather cautious apprentice, thinking it all through, only fighting cats smaller than him in battle, and saying things at a low volume. That way, if he offended a cat, he could just pretend he hadn't spoken. Often he was called a coward, and while he didn't like that name... he knew it was true.
"W-what's your name?" he asked. Another thing the gray tom had a tendency to do was stutter when nervous.