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Post by nightshade on Feb 16, 2022 10:26:01 GMT -5
Webpaw stomped through the dense pine forest, barely looking where she was headed. She had been made to look a fool in a training session earlier today, getting called out when she couldn't do a simple back kick. Fighting had always been the thorn in her side since she became an apprentice and it irked her constantly that she couldn't be better. She cursed her long legs, wobbly and unstable, they made it impossible for her to balance on them and since the back kick relied on front paw balance she was screwed.
It wasn't before long that she ended up near the old abandoned twoleg house. This is where she came for peace and quiet, it wasn't a spot visited too often by others and she knew the areas within that she could run and hide in. She wasn't often the type of cat to hide from things, drama and causing problems was her strongsuit afterall, but days like this were when her insecuries shone through and she felt her soul exposed to the world.
Stomping into the home she breathed in the musty air and watched as dust danced through the rays of sun coming from holes in the roof. With no warning she heard a creak from one of the other rooms, the fur on the bck of her neck raising instantly.
"Who's there?" she called out, her voice raspy though she put her head high trying to pretend she wasn't a little spooked.
A lilac point siamese head popped around the corner and peered at her with suspicion. "Don't take that tone with me!" He snapped in reply letting out an offended huff before he stepped out and into her own room. "It's not like you own this place after all. So you can't be so defensive that someone else is here." He continued working himself up even further. Momentarily considering the space he sneered at all the dust and cobwebs, the place was disgusting.
"Besides, I'm the medicine cat apprentice, so if anything I have more of a reason to be here than you." Lilacpaw pointed out, though she had yet to get a word in edgewise against him, his own tirade bulldozing over any opportunity so far she could have had to speak up.
In truth he had saw her slip inside the abandoned house and decided to follow her, suspicious about what she was doing. It was trying times for Nightclan after all, and loyalties could never quite be trusted. He had been hoping to sneak upon a secret meeting of dissenters or something, but instead he had just found this boring apprentice all alone seemingly sulking.
The white she-cat bristled slightly, her fur sticking up as she stared directly at Lilacpaw. The medicine cat had more of a reason than her to be here, that was for sure, but Webpaw wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of talking down to her. "What tone?" She tried to stop her words from shaking, willling her fur to calm down and for her heart to stop racing so fast. "I was only being careful, I don't want some wild animal or enemy trying to get me." She glanced around, now purposefully avoiding the other apprentice's gaze.
"Look," She let her tail droop to the dusty floor, particles flying into the air around her. "I was just looking for somewhere to be alone okay? If you're here to gather herbs or do your medicine cat duties, go ahead, I won't get in your way." Webpaw's voice seemed to fall an octave in a strange sort of defeat. The idea that this other cat had importance to the clan was a like a weight on her back, she knew that she didn't have the same value and it made her feel worthless.
