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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Jan 28, 2012 15:50:06 GMT -5
Sparrowpaw's whiskers twitched; something they always did when she was nervous or uncomfortable. It's not like she could help it, either way. If Thistlefire wasn't there, the tabby apprentice would've loved to train before going on a hunting patrol, but since he was, she had to consider what he wanted, not her. After all, he was the deputy; whether she liked it or not. She blinked sympathetically at Raggedshadow, before meowing, "I think Thistlefire would prefer us to hunt for the Clan, first."
Well, she had to remember her manners, right? The last thing she wanted to do was to look like a mouse-brain in front of RiverClan's deputy. Although, she didn't like him, she had to treat him with respect, just as she did with Brindlestar and even Aspenfrost, who didn't mind if she was treated as any other warrior. But this was Thistlefire they were talking about, and he wanted nothing more than to become leader as soon as possible so he could boss everyone around.
The thought of having Thistlefire as RiverClan's leader made her shudder, inwardly. Brindlestar was a wonderful leader, and Sparrowpaw liked how kind she was toward her Clan mates and how gentle she was with kits and elders. To Sparrowpaw, Brindlestar would pretty much be her idol, if not for Raggedshadow. He didn't need to be leader of RiverClan to show her how kind and determined he could be. She admired the burning courage in his heart, the will to prove to everybody in his Clan that he could be trusted. She already knew that he was a great warrior, and she figured that she wouldn't have preferred any other warrior to be her mentor, if she had a choice.
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Post by Masquerade on Jan 28, 2012 17:32:35 GMT -5
Raggedshadow
"Believe me, I know that the Clan always comes first, but it would be best if we brushed up on your hunting techniques before we began hunting." The long-legged tom replied, shaking his fur. "Just in case we come across prey, I'd like to see you catch it first." He added softly, with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. For a tom of 27 moons, he sure was a little more stressed out than he should have been, even for a patrol.
Raggedshadow had put up with a lot in his life, from his mother dying during the birthing of he and his only sister, and then losing his sister a moon later. His father, well that was a different story he didn't quite like to share, even with those he trusted- and even that was very few. He wasn't understanding how difficult clan life could be, and it wasn't even that difficult. It was just the cats in it. He was starting to dislike some of it, including such arrogant deputies.
He stood up once more, pacing a few tail-lengths off, sighing inwardly as he gazed out into the forest, the thoughts of his family on his mind. He would have loved to see little Gingerkit grow up and become a warrior, for she was just as headstrong as he was. It was a shame that she had died that night, for reasons, others did not know. All that he really knew, is that he could trust only one cat right now, and that seemed to be only his apprentice. He was lost at heart, and realized that he may never be found.
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Post by Jess on Jan 29, 2012 22:07:00 GMT -5
Thistlefire had been looking at Raggedshadow, silently daring him to make himself look even stupider, if that was even possible. He held his emotions in reserve, though, with this look. A blank face would be much better than an angry one, in this situation.
It occurred briefly that he was only making poor Sparrowpaw afraid of him, which was certainly not something he wanted done. While full-grown tom warriors could handle the harsh realities of life, little she-kits needed to be handled a bit gentler. He had forgotten that, in his little bout with her mentor, and silently determined to be better, and much kinder, to the other tom when his little apprentice was around.
Breaking his emotionless gaze at Raggedshadow, Thistlefire looked now at Sparrowpaw. He honest-to-goodness felt bad for her, and his gentle eyes and slight, encouraging smile showed it. "No, no, this patrol isn't about what I want. You know what you need to work on more than I do." He didn't stare, but his smile to become pleasanter as he realized that she didn't know any better.
He wanted to snap at Raggedshadow to stop butting in and just let him work with her, but knew that it would do no good. He would get angry, tensions were rise, this little thing would get scared. No, he wouldn't even throw out another unkind word in the scraggly fox dung's direction. Sparrowpaw would soon figure out how lucky she even was to have Thistlefire accompany her on this little training trip!
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Feb 5, 2012 17:14:28 GMT -5
Sparrowpaw couldn't stand that voice of his. She just couldn't. Who was he to treat Raggedshadow like dirt and pretend to be such a sweet-heart to her? It wasn't fair to her, or to Raggedshadow. She knew that he was picking on her mentor because he wasn't clan-born, but that didn't matter. No one would treat her loved ones that way. "Of course, Thistlefire," she smiled, a bit too innocently. "It's not like you're my mentor, right?" She tilted her head slightly to the side, her mossy-green eyes beaming with satisfaction. In her mind, she was almost daring him to lose his temper, so she could confirm that he was sugar-coating his words.
That's enough, she told herself, when she realized what could happen if she continued this sort of behavior before her deputy. And even if he wasn't deputy, Thistlefire would continue to harass Raggedshadow even more, because he doesn't have to sound like the perfect deputy in front of Brindlestar. Besides, Sparrowpaw didn't cessarily like the way she was acting. It wasn't like herself, and she especially didn't like to behave like this in front of Raggedshadow. I won't say anything else unless I have to, she finally decided after some thought.
Turning to Raggedshadow, she mewed, "I guess we can train before we hunt." Sparrowpaw didn't even like to make the decisions. She didn't know how Thistlefire could manage it, assigning patrols all day and figuring out who should do which chores. It was too much pressure for her delicate shoulders. With both Thistlefire and Raggedshadow pressuring her to make a different decision, she wasn't feeling comfortable, at all. Sparrowpaw wasn't the decision-making type. She liked to stick to the rules and obey orders, like she always did.
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