Southpaw puffed out her her cheeks defiantly, but she there was no escaping now. The den was an enclosed space, and Shule was blocking the only exit. There was also no help coming from her parents either who seemed to be out hunting or something. She sat down tipping her head up and meeting the commander’s gaze “That is fine, I’ll just wait for them here. Have fun on your run keep whatever you are doing”

Something about the way commander Shule said that she would deal with her made her uneasy, but there wasn’t really much that she could do about it as the other cadets were forced to go on without her. Leaving Southpaw alone with the commander “I wouldn’t have to run if you’re weren’t so mean” she replied, still refusing to acknowledge that she had done anything wrong in the slightest “I’ll go see them when mom and dad get back” she pouted, limping over to her mother’s nest. She didn’t like medicine cats, priests, guiders, whatever you wanted to call them. They always smelled like icky herbs and even worse than that they would make you eat them

Southpaw hadn’t be carried by her scruff since she had opened her eyes, not even when her parents go angry with her. So the fact that she now found herself dangling off the ground was just plain embarrassing “Let me down” she struggled In the she-cat’s jaws, but the commander’s grip was far to strong. Eventually she had to give in, though now she was quietly sobbing “I just want to go home…” SunClan wasn’t perfect but it was all that she knew. It’s where her friends were, and her older siblings. Coming to the regime had been fun at first, but she was clearly home sick. She missed the feeling of the sun in her fur, the monotony of the morning and evening prayers, getting to train with whom she choose. There she was the sun go’s little sister, but here… well here she was a nobody that didn’t fit in. None of the other cadets wanted anything to do with her, and the adults all looked at her like she had two heads.

By the time they arrived, she had dried her tears. Cursing herself for letting herself cry in the first place, but there was no hiding the red and swolleness of her eyes. Southpaw shot a flare up at Shule as she was set down between the commander’s paws so that she couldn’t flee. Shule behind her was like a mountain of muscle, and with the guider up in front of her there was no getting past. Southpaw huffed “There is nothing wrong with being an Eerie” she corrected him, having no shame in her family name or heritage. In her mind a lot of great cats had come from the Eerie line, clearly she hadn’t learned her lesson, but was far to tired to continue fighting for much longer. That didn’t mean she was about to roll over and just them say and do whatever they wanted to her though. She held still while her shoulder was examined, except for flinching away when it hurt

“You say that like it’s a bad thing” Southpaw huffed, but didn’t move from her spot at the guider went off to fetch what was needed

“only sheep follow commands” she replied smoothly, having to shift her weight over to the other side as her shoulder throbbed “and sheep get lead to slaughter” it was a truth, the only one she really knew. Yet even though her words were bold, her body language told another story. The way her ears had fallen back, her head hanging low “I don’t belong here. No one likes me, and nothing here makes any sense. Your supposed to take pride in how you look, but you shove me into the dirt. Your supposed to be able to think for yourself and be independent, yet you call it insubordination” her voice practically dripped with sadness, and confusion. She didn’t understand this strange world she had been thrust into, the rules, expectations… “Everything here is so backwards” Honeystorm

Shule barely had time to respond to the tom before everything went off, and now they were back by the rest of the healers, but she quietly told Apollo to bring his herbs to the Superior so that Southpaw could be treated when she got there. She turned her head to Southpaw. "Perhaps in your world that's true, but the Regime is an entirely different beast, and your parents did you a disservice by not telling you how things work around here, that, or you listen to them about as well as you listen to me. In the Regime, you listen to an order, full stop. I don't care if you don't like it, or think it's backwards, or that wasn't what you were taught. This group has survived because the cats here know how to pick their battles. Do what you want in your free time, act how you want, think how you want, but when you're in training or on the job, when a Superior is giving you a direct order, you listen. That is how it works here. If you have a problem with an order you were given, you bring it up to me afterward. The only exception is if someone tells you to do something clearly wrong, like killing a kit, or stealing. These rules aren't optional, and you don't have to agree, but how it works here is if you don't do your job, you don't get fed. We don't give handouts to those who refuse to work. We're not a clan with seemingly unlimited resources, and I don't pretend we are. If you become a Superior, or a Commander, then you can decide how the rules work, but until then, you obey orders from the other Scouts, Superior Havilah, and myself. Stop applying lessons that were taught to you in SunClan to a culture that operates differently. It seems backwards because you have this idea what should be, and insist that yours is right."

"When you join my group, you listen to my orders. That is how clans and groups work, Southpaw. You listen to those above you. You don't get to decide to disobey because you don't like it. And unlike most places, we don't tolerate disobedience here. You keep saying you don't understand, you don't know what I want from you, but every time I say anything, all you've done is scream and cry and refuse to listen. That kind of behavior is dangerous here, and will not be tolerated. The expectation for you here is obedience, plain and simple, since you don't seem to grasp it. You don't need to like it, to understand it, or to want to do it. But so long as you live here, you will do it, and that is final. So long as you refuse, your time here will be miserable. Call it insane all you like, that will not change one thing, and your parents won't get you out of punishments for disobedience." Shule was done with this attempt at explanation. Southpaw just wanted to cry and and on and on about how she didn't understand, and how this was stupid, how everyone was mouse brained, or what have you. She didn't like being harsh, especially with family, but it seemed necessary here.

"I'm not trying to understand you." Shule replied bluntly. "Now, you need to see Valerian and Apollo."

Speaking of the pair, when Shule brought Southpaw to the den where the Superior was, Apollo was already there with some herbs, giving the tom a rundown of Southpaw's injury as far as he'd noted it. "She'll survive the injury. Will her attitude survive? That remains to be seen." The mostly white Guider commented, not having realized Shule and Southpaw had joined them quite yet. uniqcrim