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Originally Posted by blue jellie
Jumping at a sneer from behind, Flashpaw whipped around, her breathing ragged. She didn't want to look weak. Too much of that side had been shown already. But asthma wasn't something she could control. Standing tall, coughing every few seconds, her mind scrambled until she finally found the perfect solution. "And what are you doing out of your nest, hmm?" It was something that this sassy she-cat couldn't answer immediately. Flashpaw didn't smile at her victory- she hadn't smiled since she was a kit. But she did feel a small flicker of pride every time she successfully solved a situation. It was something she prided herself on. She planned every moment of her life out before executing it. Every moment. To have it be for nohing would be like having nothing to live for, and thwt feeling already haunted Flashpaw at the pit of her stomach. |
Vixenpaw grinned as she watched the other shecat sputter and struggle to catch her breath. She had spooked Flashpaw, so that but off amusement was won. With smooth, silent strides, she closed the distance between them and nearly touch muzzles with the other apprentice as she whispered, “I never claimed to be a good little apprentice. Privately pleased with the discomfort her closeness may cause, Vixenpaw turned sharply away with a flick of his tail at Flashpaw’s nose. “So, what mischief has lured you out? A little hunting? Perhaps a trist with a tom?” She teased.