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crowpaw

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crowpaw awoke on a chilly morning before most of her clanmates. a rare excitement flowed through her veins. her mentor told her she was finally going to give her some more battle training. she didn't remember the last time the old tortie had taught her anything other than how to pluck fleas from an elder's pelt. crow quickly left her nest and exited out into camp, where brookshade said she would meet her.

she sat, and she sat, but the old warrior never left her nest. her positivity for the day was draining quickly. she should have known better. should have recognized that brookshade would never acknowledge her potential. never look at her as more than a way to finish duties she didn't feel like completing. crowpaw's white tipped tail lashed behind her as she sat, she was over waiting.

white paws brought her to where the warriors slept, claws gnawing at the earth beneath her. how dare she make her get her hopes up. bright and early she said. well it was bright and early. crowpaw was ready, and the tortie was still peacefully asleep. crow dug her teeth into her cheeks as she approached the sleeping warrior with bristling fur. "i'm ready. i've been ready. wake up." the molly hissed quietly. not everyone had to suffer because of her mentor's laziness, just her. she stared down at her mottled mentor, green eyes burning with rage as she rolled over with a big yawn. "oh, crowpaw! i almost forgot, i have some things to tend to today, why don't we reschedule, hm? go gather some moss and change some nests instead." said brookshade from her relaxed position. crow just glared at her, nearly slack jawed. of course. another task to delay her training. what was it with this cat!

the bicolored apprentice stalked away wordlessly, tail lashing fiercely behind her. at least by the time she was a warrior she would be a pro at gathering moss. if there was an attack, she was screwed. but a moss collecting competition, oh she had that in the bag. she was burning all over with anger. everyone was progressing so much faster than her because that lame excuse for a teacher would rather nap. "fucking stupid." crowpaw huffed under her breath while taking an unsheathed paw and slashing her claws against the frosty ground. she didn't know if it were more towards herself, for actually believing she would progress today, or towards brookshade. either way, she had found a formidable opponent to let off some steam in the grass.
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( ⓛ ﻌ ⓛ *)∫ "Everything alright, young Crowpaw?" The voice was soft, warm almost, with a heavy accent to back it up. Dual colored eyes looked down at the apprentice from when they had approached after their night patrol with Duskfire, "You seem frustrated," He hadn't caught the begining of the issue but now the young cat was clawing at the ground and swearing, so something was clearly wrong. Then glanced towards the warriors nests for a moment before back to Crowpaw, "How about we go do some hunting? Get some energy out?" It was just an offer and the young cat could say no if they so pleased, but Snowshaodw understood their frustration. Being cooped up wasn't always ideal. — tags
 
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There's a sort of guilt as she watches Brookshade get Crowpaw's hopes up only to dash them in a single statement. 'Is this how Nettlepaw felt?' The tom wasn't much of the expressive type from what little she had observed, so she wondered faintly, eyes flickering to the medicine den, if he bottled it up instead. If there was a similar anger at her own neglect boiling under his skin, one that just hadn't had the lid removed. It seemed to be one or the other with Windclan, either you were angry and bold, or quiet and stoic. So when Snowshadow answers with warm, inviting words, it was a bit of a shock. One she had to quickly hide by pretending she hadn't been watching. Then a thought occurs to her. Chewing on her lip she mulls it over in her brain before getting up and padding over with a rather awkward look on her face. "If you guys are going hunting, mind if I tag along?"

If solitary, snarkish Oliveshade asking someone politely to go on a hunting patrol wasn't laughable in and of itself, then her reasoning would have some cats howling. Its purely selfish, but in a way that's completely out of character for the molly who seemed to do the bare minimum socially. Snowshadow seemed to be attempting to step in a bit for Brookshade's shortcomings, attempting to mentor Crowpaw a little. She figured, if she could learn a little from how he interacted with the apprentice....maybe she could do better with her own when he was ready to train again.


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"everything is.." crowpaw trailed off. nothing was fine. nothing at all. yet, she couldn't utter it. the girl inhaled deeply, melted her icy eyes, and gazed up at snowshadow. a lazy smile replaced bared teeth as she discretely moved her paw to cover the destroyed bit of earth. "yes. quite fine. everything's okay, just a little misunderstanding," she finally added, throwing in a lighthearted laugh to drive her point home. yes, a misunderstanding. that was all. how silly of her.

she wasn't being entirely deceitful. it was really a misunderstanding. however, it was not just the weightless mistake she had made it out to be. instead she actually thought that her mentor would finally give her what she needed so desperately. it was crowpaw's fault she believed a blatant lie. she was played for a fool, but they didn't have to know that, didn't have to pity her for it. that would be worse. she didn't want to be known as the apprentice with a teacher who would serve a better use giving classes on how to take the best naps. crow was smarter than she let on, and capable of handling this on her own. brookshade would be dealt with in due time.

green eyes trailed to the spot of land her paw covered for the slightest moment before snowshadow offered to take her hunting. at first, crowpaw genuinely thought she was hearing things. her ears pricked in interest, but she knew better now than to get her hopes up. her response would be reserved, nonchalant. "yeah, totally!" or not. she inwardly cringed at her audible excitement. what happened to cool, calm, and collected? she sounded like a kitten getting to leave camp for the first time. crow's eyes widened in embarrassment, but luckily oliveshade was on the way over offering to come along. if the warriors arrival didn't take the attention off of her, she would probably just die. crowpaw greeted her with a small grin, but would hold off on answering her question. of course she was okay with it, she didn't care if the whole clan came if it meant finally getting out, but she still glanced back towards snowshadow for an answer. it was his suggestion after all, and she didn't want to intrude on the kindness he had presented to her.
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Another apprentice left to their own devices, left idle while the Clan needed strong and hardy warriors to defend it. Weaselclaw watches the interaction between Brookshade and Crowpaw with narrow ice-chip eyes. He makes a note to converse with Sootstar and Duskfire about the lazy mentors they have, leaving their apprentices alone...

He stalks over to the bicolored she-cat, giving Snowshadow a curt dip of the head before fixing Oliveshade with a frosty glare. Her own apprentice was incapacitated, an eye gouged from his face, torn and broken like a massacred and inedible bit of prey. He shifts his eyes from her to Crowpaw instead. "I'll go too. You'll want someone to make sure your hunting form is correct." He shakes his head. WindClan and slackers just don't mix.

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Padding over to join the group, he hovers by his half brothers side, peering at crowpaw with inquisitive blue eyes. She seems rather frustrated by something, but he hadn't been around to have seen what. Glancing back and forth between the adults, the false-pointed boy quietly speaks up, tone polite. "C-c-can I come t-to?" He's getting better at hunting everyday, he knows he'll catch his first prey soon. He has to, right?