emotions [Cobweb]

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[atrb=width,420,true][bg=6e2d58] Actions//Thoughts//Speaking Two cats sat close together, chatting about nothing in particular. Their voices disappeared and mixed within other noises that filled Shadowclan. In a glace you'd miss so much. A small apprentice or kit seeking off into the territory, a warrior coming back from a hard day and going into her den or even a beautiful she-cat padding into the main area. A golden and brown tabby with yellow eyes. She didn't do much in particular, moving within the sea of body like a fish. Not bothering a soul that was to busy to move out of her way. She was like a ghost that was invisible to everyone else until she'd jump up and say 'Boo'. It just so happened she did. She grabbed a small toad from the fresh-kill pile and sat next to two warriors speaking. Two she-cat who gossiped about everything and anything they could. Today's topic was Thunderclan. "Oh how they were such a disgrace to starclan and any other cats. Poor hearted and weak, such a fragile clan. No, they were not like Shadowclan at all. Shadowclan was true, strong and full of pure breed cats. No weak kitty-pets or loners were welcome. Never." Those two she-cats bashed on Thunderclan like it was their job. Mothpaw, the tabby she-cat, didn't understand this thinking. What had Thunderclan done to really upset Shadowclan? It wasn't like her clan had proof they killed. She looked at the two-she cats taking the last bite of her toad. "Thunderclan never did anything wrong." She said standing up and looking at the two older warriors. In a second the eldest one stood and swiped her paw across Mothpaw's face. Yowling, she fell back, her eyes filling with water from the pain. "You stupid mouse-brain. Don't you know anything? You are a worthless apprentice!" The other she-cat spat at her. As a small innocent she-cat, Mothpaw looked at the two warriors and everyone else who was looking toward her way and ran off. She had barely anyone who'd care for her. Yet she knew that her mentor would always be there for her apprentice. Mothpaw ran toward the Warrior's den. She was pretty sure the older she-cat had went to bed earlier tonight from being out all day. Mothpaw was suppose to help with bedding the whole day. She ran in, not caring about who else was sleeping. "Brindlesky! She called quietly with a whiny voice. She felt choked up and was pretty sure she had a nice gash across her face from the she-cat's claws. Looking around though cloudy eyes, Mothpaw tried to spot her mentor.

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BRINDLEDSKY
" these days that could vanish like some hundred million dreams "

The day had been taxing on the pretty calico warrior. When Jaggedstar assigned her to mentor she had been proud and accepted with grace. She liked keeping busy and helping her clan out the best she could. It was her job and her obligation to the clan but she liked it. She held no qualms against her fellow clan mates or Starclan. The duties assigned to her were something she took pride in and did it to the best of her abilities. She understood that by being the youngest warrior a lot of attention was placed on her. Felines would always whisper about her, it was a natural occurrence. Although she really didn’t understand the need for gossip but she did not question it nor did she partake in the trivial activity. She kept to herself and did what was needed and beyond. That was Brindledsky’s life and it would always be as so until Starclan claims her soul for the stars.

The pretty calico glanced up at the dying sky. A handful of stars were already twinkling, their lights becoming brighter as the sun descended. I’d like to be one of the first ones roaming the sky, Brindledsky thought to herself. Although the she-cat was logical she could not deny the notions of supernatural beings especially when it came to Starclan. She knew it sounded absurd and ridiculous but she knew in her heart that it was true—it had to be. Leaders had died only to be reborn again eight more times could not be explained by science. The dreams that the medicine cats received were not invented by their own twisted brains (although that would cause quite a scandal). So the calico accepted the supernatural by taking the leap of faith a task some of her felines couldn’t make.

"Brindlesky!

Before her name was called she was getting ready to settle in for the night. Perhaps not to sleep but just to rest and watch the stars come out one by one. There was only one other warrior in the den with her but he was fast asleep and on the other side of den. However rest was hard to find when she was connected to another feline. Her murky eyes glanced over at the mouth of the warrior’s den, her ears perked forward as she heard the familiar cry of her apprentice—Mothpaw. The warrior’s ears flattened and her eyebrows drew together. There was a few pink lines running across her face and tears (that she seemed to be trying to hold in) were streaming down her face. Brindledsky sat up and motioned for her to be quiet and to come over to her nest.

“What happened?”



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[atrb=width,420,true][bg=6e2d58] Actions//Thoughts//Speaking Mothpaw's eyes found Brindlesky as she sat up in her nest. With a motion to be quiet the small she-cat ran over to her mentor's nest and sat outside of it. Her tears fell down her face, yet she choked them back the best she could. Looking weak in front of your mentor wasn't the number one thing she wanted to do. After all she needed to prove herself to the whole clan and after this it couldn't be a wonder that they will treat her like crow-food. Her mentor will probably be ashamed of having Mothpaw as an apprentice even. a few simple words and you go from a unknown shadow to a hated apprentice who didn't know better. It wasn't as if she knew anything Thunderclan did against Shadowclan. Or she knew the stories of why Shadowclan disliked other clans. It was all a pride thing, her whole clan rotated around the pride. Mothpaw didn't grow into that knowing yet, she didn't talk to enough cats to have those train of thoughts. Her yellow eyes meant her mentors and she shook her heads softly. She would hear the story later, so it wasn't like she could lie about what happened. She didn't like lying anyways. Mothpaw sat on her hid legs and took a deep breath to calm herself. Yet she knew her words would still come out jumbled. "I-They hit me. I said Th-thunderclan did nothing and s-she clawed my face." Mothpaw looked down at her paws. She could feel her body get warm with embarrassment and hotter as she got upset. Tears streamed down her face and she didn't even mind to hold them back anymore. What was the use, its not like she cares if I cry over this. I am hurt.. She thought to herself. Yet she felt worse as the poured over her nose and hit the dusty floor with a thud-thud-thud. Why did I even stick my nose into their business, it wasn't my business. "I did not know, they hurt me and I don't understand" She looked back up at her mentor. She was pretty sure that the wound was healing because it felt tight and dry on her face. It pulled at the surrounding fur and she felt a bit of pain as she spoke. Pain for every time I speak. It was if it was a punishment for speaking out to two elder warriors. she knew that she would never again speak out to anyone, or hurt someone so innocent for talking. She would not become like the she-cats that attacked her. No she would become more like her mentor and be nice. Nice, she wouldn't become a normal Shadowclan warrior. She hated fighting or hurting other cats. Maybe she was just as good as Crow-food.