- Apr 27, 2023
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A female burst through the camp entrance, the anger in waves around her with Milkpaw in tow. "Im sick of it, Milkpaw! You never pay attention, you always wander off, and for starclans sake, you cant even hunt and you expect to fight?" the female spat, brown eyes glaring at the apprentice.
"Okay- maybe i can't hunt, but what? Youre just gonna give up on me? Its been A MONTH, and all we do is wander this territory every day. I DONT CARE TO REMEMBER A STUPID LOG, DewMist!" The frosted apprentice would spit right back, fur on his behind spiking up. All he ever heard was how much more patient his sister was, and how much better she was, and he was sick of her envy to be his sisters mentor.
"Thats perfect! I do give up Milkpaw. I cant deal with your attitude. I cant deal with your lack of focus. Maybe, if you were more patient like your-" her words were cut off as Milkpaw scoffed in disgust. "My sister this. My sister that! Go be her mentor! I dont need you, someone else will mentor me. GIVE UP ON ME THEN." He screamed, tears threatening to bubble from his crystal blue eyes, and his voice breaking ever so lightly. "I know this territory like the back of my paw!" he stomped his paw, as if enunciating it, and his tail lashed behind him. "I know that big stupid rock you love so much can see the entire territory! I know to stay careful around the gorge! I know every single territory line, and i always stay away from it. MAYBE, JUST MAYBE I WANDER OFF TO GET AWAY FROM YOU! Have you ever , ever, thought of that? I can't stand you!"
But the words that she wanted to give up on him hurt him. Everyone wanted to give up on him, and a sickening twist of his stomach made the cat out of breath, his throat sore and raw from the arguing they had done. "I had seen a rabbit, that YOU DIDNT EVEN NOTICE, and YOU scared it off! THE ONE CHANCE I HAD TO BRING PREY BACK, YOU RUINED YOU DIM-WIT!"
She was speechless at this point. Her eyes turning from disappointment and anger into concern and sadness. "Milk-"
"No! You wanna give up on me so bad, I'm done with you!" he spat, crystal clear drops hitting the ground, his lips trembling. He'd turn from his mentor, and storm off, ignoring the stares from his clanmates that she so desperately wanted to embarrass him in front of. He could run away, become a loner and no one would have to deal with him then. He heard the whispers, he'd been in enough trouble before that he had probably been in enough trouble to make up for the rest of the apprentices combined. His parents hardly spoke to him, too busy with his siblings and expected nothing of him. He'd probably never be a warrior, but he wanted to be one so bad.
He wanted to be strong like his father, as big as him even. He wanted to be brave, and whenever he tried to show it he got laughed at and mocked! Did anyone even believe him? Or was he just a worthless being. No, he was just stressed. His thoughts were never like this, but as tears hit the ground, and his pelt trembled in anger and sadness, he couldn't help beating himself up. But for now, hed curl up in defeat, his face buried in his paws, and his body curled up as he tried to calm himself down. He didn't need her, he thought, trying to confide in himself.
He'd always be in his sisters shadow, always be the laughing stock that followed crappily in her pawsteps. And more than anything, he hated that feeling.
"Okay- maybe i can't hunt, but what? Youre just gonna give up on me? Its been A MONTH, and all we do is wander this territory every day. I DONT CARE TO REMEMBER A STUPID LOG, DewMist!" The frosted apprentice would spit right back, fur on his behind spiking up. All he ever heard was how much more patient his sister was, and how much better she was, and he was sick of her envy to be his sisters mentor.
"Thats perfect! I do give up Milkpaw. I cant deal with your attitude. I cant deal with your lack of focus. Maybe, if you were more patient like your-" her words were cut off as Milkpaw scoffed in disgust. "My sister this. My sister that! Go be her mentor! I dont need you, someone else will mentor me. GIVE UP ON ME THEN." He screamed, tears threatening to bubble from his crystal blue eyes, and his voice breaking ever so lightly. "I know this territory like the back of my paw!" he stomped his paw, as if enunciating it, and his tail lashed behind him. "I know that big stupid rock you love so much can see the entire territory! I know to stay careful around the gorge! I know every single territory line, and i always stay away from it. MAYBE, JUST MAYBE I WANDER OFF TO GET AWAY FROM YOU! Have you ever , ever, thought of that? I can't stand you!"
But the words that she wanted to give up on him hurt him. Everyone wanted to give up on him, and a sickening twist of his stomach made the cat out of breath, his throat sore and raw from the arguing they had done. "I had seen a rabbit, that YOU DIDNT EVEN NOTICE, and YOU scared it off! THE ONE CHANCE I HAD TO BRING PREY BACK, YOU RUINED YOU DIM-WIT!"
She was speechless at this point. Her eyes turning from disappointment and anger into concern and sadness. "Milk-"
"No! You wanna give up on me so bad, I'm done with you!" he spat, crystal clear drops hitting the ground, his lips trembling. He'd turn from his mentor, and storm off, ignoring the stares from his clanmates that she so desperately wanted to embarrass him in front of. He could run away, become a loner and no one would have to deal with him then. He heard the whispers, he'd been in enough trouble before that he had probably been in enough trouble to make up for the rest of the apprentices combined. His parents hardly spoke to him, too busy with his siblings and expected nothing of him. He'd probably never be a warrior, but he wanted to be one so bad.
He wanted to be strong like his father, as big as him even. He wanted to be brave, and whenever he tried to show it he got laughed at and mocked! Did anyone even believe him? Or was he just a worthless being. No, he was just stressed. His thoughts were never like this, but as tears hit the ground, and his pelt trembled in anger and sadness, he couldn't help beating himself up. But for now, hed curl up in defeat, his face buried in his paws, and his body curled up as he tried to calm himself down. He didn't need her, he thought, trying to confide in himself.
He'd always be in his sisters shadow, always be the laughing stock that followed crappily in her pawsteps. And more than anything, he hated that feeling.