Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2015 13:41:59 GMT -5
Tag/s: BigMable
Muse: Not suffering too much
"When life becomes troubling, you`re suppose to simply ignore. Pff, yeah. That`s realistic. Obviously the elders have bees in their brains. What kind of cat makes up that lame advice. Jeez, StormClan has such brilliant members. Whose idea was it to have all these bird brains? I`m literally surrounded by dummies. Uugh!" Crowpaw wanted to screech as loud as she could.
She couldn`t however, not with getting thousands of menacing glares from other cats. No, Crowpaw had no care for her popularity levels, but she did realized that there was no point in getting herself kicked out of wonderful StormClan. No., she didn`t exactly hate StormClan. In truth, she was very defensive about whenever any cat started talking badly about her clan. However, just because she defended it, didn`t necessarily mean she had to like it. The problem was, well, was all the 'dummies' around her, who weren`t so dumb as Crowpaw thought they were.
Crowpaw was sarcastic and she was proud of it. She was difficult, stubborn, and quite frankly, annoying. That was because she was also arrogant. No cat within tails distance didn`t usually not get a show of her arrogance. Crowpaw was too smart for her own good. That was what started the lovely white she-cat`s arrogance: Brains. She pretty much considered every else cat lame and stupid, even though, in reality, it was she who was lame and stupid. It was quite a wonder that Crowpaw was still even in StormClan. As a kit, Crowpaw was quite rude and had a sharp tongue. Now, as an apprentice, Crowpaw ddin`t seem to have gotten any better. Nope! The white cat was still spewing out insults, each one getting worse and worse by the day. Unfortunately, she had already shown herself to be a very promising warrior, even as a young kit. Anf really, Crowpaw was a very skilled fighter as it was. Who would want to give that up?
Though she was suppose to be training with her mentor, doing a bit of hunting, the young apprentice was casually laying about after another of her well known temper tantrums. One thing was for certain: Crowpaw despised hunting. And she certainly despised her mentor. So much, Crowpaw had come to the verge of murdering her mentor.
Being more sensible then actually committing outright murder, Crowpaw was pondering upon how it could be brought about without being blamed for it ot discovered. There were many options but most of them that was a one cat job seemed to be a bit worthless and mousebrained. It had occurred to Crowpaw to ask for some assistance but she was also aware of the prospect of being ratted out. The white she-cat knew she would have to be more careful and wary if she had other cats besides herself helping about. No, the only cats she trusted not to rat her out would be outsiders, like loners and rogues. but they could kill her and that would have been all for nothing. If they succeeded in the first place, which Crowpaw was sure they would probably fail. She`d have to kind a cat that desperate or something. No, Crowpaw would need to think of something else.
The black tip of Crowpaw`s tail swerved a bit as she attempted to slam her tail rudely into the face of a passing cat. Crowpaw smirked when hertail hit it`s target. Ignoring the outraged shrieking of the cat, Crowpaw started walking away.
Muse: Not suffering too much
"When life becomes troubling, you`re suppose to simply ignore. Pff, yeah. That`s realistic. Obviously the elders have bees in their brains. What kind of cat makes up that lame advice. Jeez, StormClan has such brilliant members. Whose idea was it to have all these bird brains? I`m literally surrounded by dummies. Uugh!" Crowpaw wanted to screech as loud as she could.
She couldn`t however, not with getting thousands of menacing glares from other cats. No, Crowpaw had no care for her popularity levels, but she did realized that there was no point in getting herself kicked out of wonderful StormClan. No., she didn`t exactly hate StormClan. In truth, she was very defensive about whenever any cat started talking badly about her clan. However, just because she defended it, didn`t necessarily mean she had to like it. The problem was, well, was all the 'dummies' around her, who weren`t so dumb as Crowpaw thought they were.
Crowpaw was sarcastic and she was proud of it. She was difficult, stubborn, and quite frankly, annoying. That was because she was also arrogant. No cat within tails distance didn`t usually not get a show of her arrogance. Crowpaw was too smart for her own good. That was what started the lovely white she-cat`s arrogance: Brains. She pretty much considered every else cat lame and stupid, even though, in reality, it was she who was lame and stupid. It was quite a wonder that Crowpaw was still even in StormClan. As a kit, Crowpaw was quite rude and had a sharp tongue. Now, as an apprentice, Crowpaw ddin`t seem to have gotten any better. Nope! The white cat was still spewing out insults, each one getting worse and worse by the day. Unfortunately, she had already shown herself to be a very promising warrior, even as a young kit. Anf really, Crowpaw was a very skilled fighter as it was. Who would want to give that up?
Though she was suppose to be training with her mentor, doing a bit of hunting, the young apprentice was casually laying about after another of her well known temper tantrums. One thing was for certain: Crowpaw despised hunting. And she certainly despised her mentor. So much, Crowpaw had come to the verge of murdering her mentor.
Being more sensible then actually committing outright murder, Crowpaw was pondering upon how it could be brought about without being blamed for it ot discovered. There were many options but most of them that was a one cat job seemed to be a bit worthless and mousebrained. It had occurred to Crowpaw to ask for some assistance but she was also aware of the prospect of being ratted out. The white she-cat knew she would have to be more careful and wary if she had other cats besides herself helping about. No, the only cats she trusted not to rat her out would be outsiders, like loners and rogues. but they could kill her and that would have been all for nothing. If they succeeded in the first place, which Crowpaw was sure they would probably fail. She`d have to kind a cat that desperate or something. No, Crowpaw would need to think of something else.
The black tip of Crowpaw`s tail swerved a bit as she attempted to slam her tail rudely into the face of a passing cat. Crowpaw smirked when hertail hit it`s target. Ignoring the outraged shrieking of the cat, Crowpaw started walking away.
