[wren]

Originally Posted by Charmer

Rainpelt turned around with her ears up and her hackles raised, startled by the sudden crashing sound. They she saw the orange-furred apprentice flat on her face and not moving. The warrior sighed heavily and padded over, tail swishing through the air with annoyance. Rather than help the apprentice up, she stood beside the face-planted cat. "Are you alright," she asked, her voice flat and cold. She had caught the first part of the apprentices question and guessed the rest, so she added, "It's Rainpelt, by the way. I wouldn't expect you to know me. I just remember you from your naming." Though oddly enough, the warrior was having trouble remembering who had been designated at the former kittypet's mentor. Whoever it was best keep their tail low around her though. Rainpelt was aggravated by many things, but mentor's not diligently working to train their apprentices was definitely in the top five. Her annoyance grew as she wondered whether this cat's mentor had even bothered to teach er to fish at all. With an irate sniff, she decided to find out. "Have you ever fished before Clementinepaw?"

Clem's shoulders slumped and she lay there in the dirt not bothering to answer her question. She was fine but saying it would hurt her pride, especially if she was face flat on the ground eating worms. Why now? Why couldn't this have happend when I was alone? with a grunt the orange furred she cat rolled over onto her side and pulled herself up in a graceful motion shaking her fur off from the dried leaves and twigs. She had practiced getting up quickly, she would often tussle with her other friend from the twoleg place, she had learned how to roll away from him to avoid being crushed. It proved helpful sometimes. As she picked out the last bit of moss clementine made accidental eye a
Contact and flinched away nervously seeing the mollys irate behaviour. She didn't bother to look directly at rainpelt who was standing in front of her, the anger was rolling off her like waves. Avoiding any eye contact the she cat clementine paw fidgeted with the grass below her, pulling it out with a claw every few seconds and twisting it into stalks. Fish, that's the most mouse brained thing ever! And she's asking me if I have. She should know I don't have a mentor.. the thought of being mentorless made her stomach turn with guilt. Was it her fault she didn't have one? She shook her head and looked at rain pelt finally, she would find out soon enough. "N- no ma'm" she stuttered rembering how insignificant the she cat made her feel at times.