Post by Broadwaykat on Jul 30, 2019 1:44:24 GMT
“I’ve told you for the last time, get off my tail!”
Twistpaw had been trying to sleep – but with three times the amount of apprentices sharing the space as the last couple of nights, it was not an easy thing to do. The she-cat didn’t take all that much space, but tempers were high at best. Why couldn’t Rootclan and Mothclan go running somewhere else? Why’d they have to come here and bother all of them. And why did they have to keep rolling over one another and tramping on her delicate tail!
She pulled the offending limp away, stumbling over her own paws as it came free with a wrench and flopping down against a Rampaw who, until a few moments before, had been in a dead sleep.
“Wassit?” He grumbled sleepily. “Dunn attack me!”
“I wasn’t attacking you, lump – I tripped!”
“Maybe you should watch you big fat feet then!” Snipped a Rootclan apprentice named Shrikepaw, who unfortunately wasn’t among those injured enough to be sleeping in the apprentice’s den despite a decent rat-bite taken out of her tail; she stunk of herbs and earth and frankly turned Twistpaw’s stomach. “I didn’t know Mistclan was so clumsy…or is that just you?”
“We’re not clumsy!” Rampaw snapped, steadily more and more awake. “At least, no more than you tunnel-dwellers. Who cares what you think anyways, driven out by prey.”
“Those rats were as big as me and even the Mistclan warriors would have been afraid of ‘em!” Shrikepaw yelped, self-consciously bringing her rat-bitten tail closer to her body and trying to cradle it.
No…it was not a peaceful start to an evening in the apprentice’s den.
Twistpaw had been trying to sleep – but with three times the amount of apprentices sharing the space as the last couple of nights, it was not an easy thing to do. The she-cat didn’t take all that much space, but tempers were high at best. Why couldn’t Rootclan and Mothclan go running somewhere else? Why’d they have to come here and bother all of them. And why did they have to keep rolling over one another and tramping on her delicate tail!
She pulled the offending limp away, stumbling over her own paws as it came free with a wrench and flopping down against a Rampaw who, until a few moments before, had been in a dead sleep.
“Wassit?” He grumbled sleepily. “Dunn attack me!”
“I wasn’t attacking you, lump – I tripped!”
“Maybe you should watch you big fat feet then!” Snipped a Rootclan apprentice named Shrikepaw, who unfortunately wasn’t among those injured enough to be sleeping in the apprentice’s den despite a decent rat-bite taken out of her tail; she stunk of herbs and earth and frankly turned Twistpaw’s stomach. “I didn’t know Mistclan was so clumsy…or is that just you?”
“We’re not clumsy!” Rampaw snapped, steadily more and more awake. “At least, no more than you tunnel-dwellers. Who cares what you think anyways, driven out by prey.”
“Those rats were as big as me and even the Mistclan warriors would have been afraid of ‘em!” Shrikepaw yelped, self-consciously bringing her rat-bitten tail closer to her body and trying to cradle it.
No…it was not a peaceful start to an evening in the apprentice’s den.
Open to all apprentices currently in Mistclan or Displaced from Mothclan and Rootclan.
