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Originally Posted by Black Cat
The small, black feline edged out of the warriors den, blinking sleep out of her eyes-well, her eye. Multiple scars lined the mollys’ pelt. Her left eye was completely closed shut as well as her right ear was torn to shreds; barely there. Not to mention the scratches on the bridge of her back and descending down from the right side. In short, her appearance was always a “‘mess.” But it wasn’t her fault. Well, it kind of was. Yet she didn’t see it that was. She didn’t want to be mauled by a stupid fox, she was just an apprentice then, trying to boast and get out of training. It wasn’t her fault.
Ripplegaze has woken up early the day before to hunt, and was extremely exhausted because of it. But at least she was able to sleep in. It didn’t really matter to her the time of day she went out to hunt in. If she was with another cat, she was perfectly fine. Scanning the camp, her gaze settled on a nice and comfortable spot away from the stirring felines also waking up. She didn’t like all the noises and the frequent chattering; and such she usually kept to the back during her spare time to try to escape all the noise. Trotting to the cozy spot her eyes were locked into, she felt another build as she rammed into their shoulder. Quickly looking at the cat with her good eye, she said nothing. No apology, no mew of amends, nothing. Ripplegaze simply carried on to sit slightly away from the other she-cat; starting to groom her ruffled fur. |
One moment Duskfeather was happily laying in the sun, then the next she was being tripped over, some cats paws smacking into her as they apparently walked right over where she was laying trying to get to wherever they wanted to get. A small grunt of surprise caused the sandy-brown she-cat to sit up and look wide-eyed at whoever had done it. She was expecting an apology or something from the other cat, as it was pretty rude to not apologize after stepping on someone. But no, nothing! She just glanced at her and continued on her way. Slightly annoyed, the warrior would frown and stare at the black cat for a moment, as if trying to decide on what she wanted to do. Normally she was a pretty laid back cat, quiet even, but occasionally, when she was feeling braver, Duskfeather became a bit fiery and strong-willed.
"That was pretty rude you know. You could have at least apologized or something, I mean for Starclan's sake, you stepped all over me and just kept moving as if I weren't there!" It was obvious by the look on the young warriors face that she wasn't particularly happy, but she wasn't making any moves to get up and go over to Ripplegaze and fully confront her. No, Duskfeather didn't do that. But she'd certainly let the other female know that she wasn't happy with what happened.