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Originally Posted by gs29513
Maybe that had come out a little louder than intended. Her ears already having flattened back a bit, they continued to do so as Deadpaw realized the cat who's attention she had just attracted. Wolffang. Her older, oh so perfect brother. This was going to be incredibly awful, as his next words attested to, as he immediately jumped in to commenting about how her paw made her useless. The apprentice was taken aback, and instead of her usual sharp tongue, she nodded, ashamed. Yes Wolffang. she muttered softly, her head dipping. She hated the way her family made her feel, and how true it seemed when they all looked so perfect, and she......was ugly. Her tail low, she padded out of camp before waiting for him outside. @ TheNyanCatMinecart |
Wolffang eyed the light brown tabby, eyes narrowed. At least she seemed to understand her place. It was shameful, having any kin of his harbor a deformity. Although a twisted paw wasn’t the end of the world, it was good to know that she wasn’t snapping at him like she did with Rosebriar. He followed the she-cat out of camp, considerably faster than she was.
“Alright. I assume that you know how to hunt, even with that lame paw of yours?” he asked. Knowing that he was in control was a good thing, but at the same time, if she wanted to earn his respect, she had to actually prove that she could take the jibes and work toward earning a better place in WindClan. Well, Twistedface tried, but she would always be pathetic.
(Next post in WindClan’s territory?)
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Originally Posted by feather lily
“ please eat, you’ll be no use to your kits if your slowly getting weaker” he said sitting down “ I’ll sit hear until you eat” he said looking at the queen.
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Ashfeather was a little touched by the niceness of the calico. His words held truth, and he was being really nice. Yet she didn’t want to bother him - and let him see how terribly she ate her fresh-kill.
“Y-you don’t have to be b-bothered with m-me,” she stammered, ducking her round black head in embarrassment.
“I-I’ll eat it. Promise.” She meant it. Hopefully, the apprentice would believe her.