It was not often that Martenpaw was lost for words. Usually, he could chatter on ad nauseum - with a budding vocabulary that admittedly would make a badger blush - but he could talk a cat's ear off all the same. Usually he would never pass up the chance to show off his many good points, his little braveries and skills he was quickly learning as an apprentice to Thornflame. But today that was different. Even the chance to show off in front of another warrior didn't have him waxing on and off about his many - fictional - talents.
And it was because...of him.
Martenpaw wasn't worldly enough to have a nemesis; but if he used his imagination, and stretched the meaning of the word just so, it would be Rootpaw. The white tom was younger than him, but even as a kit he'd had the gall of making him look foolish - and worse still, ignoring his pestering. He hadn't bowed down in the way Martenpaw thought he was due, being the older cat and Rootpaw simply being made an apprentice mere days before. And in his head that meant that the tom who had never really done anything to bother him at all, was his enemy.
So he was glowering all the way, his stoney dark silence worlds different from younger's formerly companionable innocent one, as he glared with his most intense, his most pent up fury, at Rootpaw's backside as they padded along.
If looks could maim, Rootpaw'd be in the Medicine Cat's Den for weeks.
Rootpaw was absolutely thrilled to get put on a patrol with Martenpaw... Not. His tail twitched back and forth with annoyance as they left the camp. He ate before going so his stomach wasn't complaining nearly as much as Martenpaw's eyes were hinting at. He padded a few lengths in front of him, his body trembling lightly which wasn't uncommon for the tom. He wasn't quite frankly sure why Martenpaw seemed to have it out for him, but he could probably guess it was because of their encounter as a kit. His ego appeared to be threatened when a little kit fought back, instead of bowing down and worshipping his awesomeness.
After a few more minutes, he was getting a bit... Aggitated, by the glare of his companion. "Dude, do you have the hots for me? Maybe you should focus on where you're walking instead of me." Rootpaw snorted before nudging a rock aside, hoping he would trip.
Maybe it wasn't Rootpaw's fault in the first place that he had caught Martenpaw's ire - but the tom certainly didn't help his case. Both apprentice had run up ahead far enough to keep out of distance of their mentors for the moment, away from their listening ears, that Martenpaw allowed himself to growl a not-so veiled threat his way.
"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?!" He hissed. "Listen, you just keep out of my way and everything will be fine. Because if you don't -" He let his words trail off as he dodged out of the way of a rock that had been displaced by the white cat, nearly tripping him up and only spiking his anger a higher.
Rootpaw had already made Martenpaw look bad once; a fact that had stuck in his craw and seemed as painful as a thorn to displace - and he determined that he would be vindicated today. He would show not only Rootpaw, but Thornflame as well that he was learning to be someone who could handle their own, and who shouldn't be messed with.
"I'm not in your way Martenpaw." Rootpaw said in a matter of factly tone, giving a small smirk as he padded along. His white tail brushed against the snow, and he turned to look back just for a moment, before looking back ahead. "And besides, you should probably get out of my trail: Any more falls like that and your warrior name would be Martentrip."
The smell of prey caught his attention, and hunger grumbled in his stomach. Oh, he'd prove to this stupid, annoying, stupid tom. He'd have to admit to not catching anything as Rootpaw set his attention on the snow hare. And, without another word, he took off in a sprint after it. White fur blazed up as his tail stuck in the air, paws flinging snow behind him as he tried to even get a little close.
Of course Rootpaw was trying to ruin his concentration and stand in his way. By saying he wasn't, he was only proving that he actually was prepared to stand in his way. He gritting his teeth hard enough that he felt them click together, clipping his bottom lip with a painful little snag of skin. Grr...The problem was, his apparent nefarious plans were working all too well.
He would show the little mite, though. He would not let Rootpaw stand in the way of showing Thornflame just what he could do.
As Rootpaw took off after something, his nose filled with the sent of prey - only seconds too late, as he realized. Keeping back a frustrated yowl, Martenpaw darted forward himself, desperate to outpace the apprentice. Of course, now would have been better to realize he shouldn't have been following behind Rootpaw. He should have been walking side by side with him, or even shoulders his way to be in front of him. If he wanted any chance of showing himself the better hunter.
Well, he could make up for that now, as he quickly tried to come to pace Rootpaw, and suddenly swerve to knock the younger apprentice down.
Show him who was better at this hunting thing, ha! There was no way he would let Rootpaw have first chance at a kill.
This, this is why Firechaser didn't enjoy hunting with others. How was he supposed to teach his apprentice properly when they had this ridiculous rivalry between them? As they went off, foolishly chasing a rabbit that they would now never catch, the bright orange tom darted after them, catching them just as Martenpaw pushed his own apprentice into the snow. The hare was gone, and they were both hopeless.
"Enough!" He snarled, yellow eyes blazing bright as he glared down at the two. The warrior didn't speak often, but when he did, his voice was low and sharp, gouging a deep blow with his tone. "Not only are you being disrespectful to your fellow clanmates, but you manage to lose a good piece of prey in the middle of leafbare?" His words, though quiet, seethed with anger. Even a fox would cower before this fearsome look that he gave them, as he dug his claws into the cold earth. "You bring shame upon your clan with your actions! If queens and elders go hungry tonight, it will be on your paws." He shot an irritated look upon them once more, before turning away and lashing his tail in an aggravated signal for them to get up and follow. "You will be silent for the remainder of this patrol, lest you manage to scare off what little prey there is left in the area after all your racket." He then took off, heading in the opposite direction in hopes some scrawny squirrel would still be scavenging. Hopefully, they'd manage to bring at least something home.
Martenpaw was no stranger to being disciplined; but that didn't mean it sat any better with him. Of course, it may have been worse of Thornflame had scolded him; but Firechaser, a stranger to him until they had set out that moment, was almost even worse.
He was thoroughly cowed - for a few minutes, of course. His ears flattening against his head, eyes wide, as if he was frightened that Firechaser would smack him. But as the older warrior took off in front of them, Martenpaw turned his glare back onto Rootpaw.
This was just as much Rootpaw's fault as it was his own. But...of course, he wasn't going to laying all the blame on his own shoulders.
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