- Feb 7, 2023
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Azaleapaw always did her best in training. The small molly hated her mentor, but she took his insults and remarks head on. She would pay him back one day, yes.
She would make him suffer.
Her days of being sent back to camp beaten and bruised wouldn't last.
She learned very quickly that her best wasn't enough for some cats. After all, she had kittypet blood. Judged before she could even prove herself. Perhaps she was assigned to Reedstrike as punishment for her roots. Perhaps it was entertaining to see her come back like this.
Are these cats so vile as to take her in just to punish her?
She wasn't sure. But she was sure that one day, all those who looked down on her and sneered would regretted it.
But for now, she was tired. Silky fur was tangled and dirt smudged, every inch of her aching from the combat training. Where some apprentices would break and bend, she was stubborn. She wouldn't give Reedstrike the satisfaction of her tears.
No one would have the satisfaction of her broken spirit.
She laid herself in the clearing and watched her clanmates milling about. She kept them at a distance usually, but she was regrettably open to conversation at the moment. Like a sitting duck.
That's fine, she supposed..... Maybe she would make.... Friends. Buddies. Pals.