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A growl rose up in the she-cat’s throat, and with a swift swing of her forepaw she’d sent the rock that once rested at her feet hurdling right into a nearby tree trunk. It did little to calm her mind or make her feel better, and it was her own fault really, for being so stupid and naive, For actually believing StarClan had intended her for some higher purpose. It had just been an ordinary dream after all, and she’d fled from the only family she’d ever had for no reason at all. Even worse she’d dragged Lionblood along leaving her sisters with… no one. Tears stung her eyes, tail lashing she rose up on her hind legs and sunk her claws into the tree trunk, letting out a yowl of frustration as she raked her claws down it’s bark.
Hearing a frustrated yowl, Jayjack twitched his ear. He recognized Bloomingpaw's voice; no doubt she was being stubborn and difficult about yet another training session. Had she wandered off to gather flowers again? The aurulent debated, then chose to abandon his task for the moment and seek her out.
But she was alone when he came upon her, and the gray tabby frowned. "Where's your mentor?"
Of course Jayjack had found her. The aurulent seemed to have a knack for crossing paths with her only when she wasn't actively working, and always at the worst time. Part of her was relieved it was him, they may not get along but something about the stern warrior did bring her comfort. However, in this moment she was more embarrassed than anything. She was supposed to be proving herself capable of being a FallClan warrior and yet here she was once again proving herself to be nothing but trouble.
"Your guess is as good as mine." she sniffed, blinking the unshed tears from her eyes and turning to face the gray tabby. She winced slightly at the stinging sensation in her forepaws. The bark from the tree had caught in her claws and made them bleed but as far as she was concerned it was nothing serious and would heal on it's own in no time.
Jayjack had no patience for tears; such excessive emotion wasn't useful for a soldier. He understood sometimes they were earned -- he had shed his own tears once or twice -- but a good warrior needed to hold their emotions close when a fight could be around the next corner, and out here in the territory, you never knew where the next threat would come from. But as Bloomingpaw sniffed and blinked her tears away, he decided to withhold that lecture for now.
"I'll have a talk with Whitestone tonight," he judged, "and if he's not compliant, I'll tell Hystericstar to get you a new mentor." It was inexcusable to leave an apprentice unattended in the territory without setting her up on a patrol or at least telling her where he was going. Whitestone wasn't one of the cats that he had taught as an apprentice, and it showed. "I'm looking for any more rogues sniffing around our borders - I don't trust that Aries fellow to have come alone. Come on," he added briskly, "if your mentor is all you're upset about, tag along with me while I finish checking this last stretch of border, and then we'll head back to camp and see about that reassignment."
