Post by Deku on Sept 20, 2015 15:40:54 GMT -5
Tag: Lionhearted
Cloverpaw dragged her paws as she entered the apprentice den. It had been a terrible day. Her mentor hadn't complimented her skills once even though she was positive she was the best hunter in the clan. Then again, they had been battle training, not hunting. Now all she wanted to do was sleep. Her ego and pride had been chipped at a little bit, and she needed the rest to repair it. At least her puny brother hadn't been apprenticed yet. She doubted he would never be apprenticed with how small and sickly he was. WhisperClan needed strong apprentices, not ones that got sick every time his name was mentioned. To be honest, he wasn't even supposed to be alive. That mouse-brained apprentice shouldn't have saved him from what he had deserved. He had deserved to die with their other siblings. She should have been the only one to survive. She was the largest and the healthiest. Apparently her mentor didn't think she was as amazing and talented as her mother said she was. 'Hmph! She's just jealous of my skills!' She thought, cursing Snowhare silently in her mind.
The large she-cat flopped herself into her nest, making quite a bit of noise as she fought to get comfortable. She stared at the ground as she could feel her denmates sending her the nastiest of glares. So what if they didn't like her? They were just jealous too. She sighed softly as she thought about that. They were all jealous. Them, her mentor, she even bet her weak excuse for a brother was jealous too. Maybe she should just talk to Thrushstar about getting a new mentor. Yeah, that's what she needed. She needed a new mentor that appreciated her skills. One that would compliment her during training.
Cloverpaw dragged her paws as she entered the apprentice den. It had been a terrible day. Her mentor hadn't complimented her skills once even though she was positive she was the best hunter in the clan. Then again, they had been battle training, not hunting. Now all she wanted to do was sleep. Her ego and pride had been chipped at a little bit, and she needed the rest to repair it. At least her puny brother hadn't been apprenticed yet. She doubted he would never be apprenticed with how small and sickly he was. WhisperClan needed strong apprentices, not ones that got sick every time his name was mentioned. To be honest, he wasn't even supposed to be alive. That mouse-brained apprentice shouldn't have saved him from what he had deserved. He had deserved to die with their other siblings. She should have been the only one to survive. She was the largest and the healthiest. Apparently her mentor didn't think she was as amazing and talented as her mother said she was. 'Hmph! She's just jealous of my skills!' She thought, cursing Snowhare silently in her mind.
The large she-cat flopped herself into her nest, making quite a bit of noise as she fought to get comfortable. She stared at the ground as she could feel her denmates sending her the nastiest of glares. So what if they didn't like her? They were just jealous too. She sighed softly as she thought about that. They were all jealous. Them, her mentor, she even bet her weak excuse for a brother was jealous too. Maybe she should just talk to Thrushstar about getting a new mentor. Yeah, that's what she needed. She needed a new mentor that appreciated her skills. One that would compliment her during training.