[a girl worth fighting for] whitewolf Mar 2, 2016 18:21:07 GMT
Post by feeling kinda blue on Mar 2, 2016 18:21:07 GMT
Success and praise were rare things to come from Whitewolf. They were like half-visible ghosts like what the elders would tell spooky stories about. The words were there, they got spoken, just not very loudly or very often. You had to squint until your eyes crossed, strain your ears until your ears rang with silence. Shellpaw had gotten used to it a little bit because Lionpaw could be the same way, giving backhanded compliments and shady praise. Still, Shellpaw watched her mentor quietly and wondered what exactly she'd have to do to earn outright praise from the snowy cat. Probably sprout wings and fly. The thought nearly made the young calico giggle but she bit her tongue to keep the sound in, trying to focus on the task at hand. Easier said than done when she kept imagining cats with iridescent butterfly wings flying all over the territory. It was so silly.
Battle training was probably Shellpaw's least favorite kind of training, that much was becoming very clear. She felt clumsy on her feet when Whitewolf invited her to attack but it was even worse when the big tom decided to attack her first. A momentary flash of panic flared through Shellpaw's belly and her pupils dilated in alarm as the bigger warrior positioned himself. Her muscles tensed under her fur and her mind scrambled. What to do what to do? She couldn't just let Whitewolf ram her, she'd become one with the trees in a way she never wanted to. It would be really painful. Whitewolf probably wanted her to do something complicated, think of something clever but Shellpaw wasn't clever. She'd tried to remind him of this from time to time when they shared meals at the end of a long day of training when her skin was blushed with bruises under her fur. Whitewolf either didn't believe her or didn't listen. Maybe he just forgot. Still, Shellpaw couldn't think of what to do so, when Whitewolf rushed forward the small she-cat threw herself to the right. Her paws slid on the loose riverbank sand but she was able to keep her balance.
A grin split her muzzle as Shellpaw realized she'd successfully dodged the white tom and managed to keep her feet under her. Heart pounding, feet lightened by her momentary success, Shellpaw went with her gut and lunged forward as Whitewolf's form surged past. Without really thinking it through the young apprentice's jaws snapped shut...on Whitewolf's tail. In her defense, Shellpaw hadn't planned to bite her mentor's tail. It was generally a bad idea to go snapping at the tails of cats three times your size, cats that could send you tumbling with one solid whack. So no, Shellpaw didn't do it on purpose. Her body had rolled with the momentum of her jump when she'd leapt out of his way and she'd just....done something. No plan, no instinctual gut jerk to tell her what to do. Nope. Shellpaw just did. And within a split second realized that what's she'd done was Not Good.
'Uh oh,' Shellpaw thought, eyes widening as she felt Whitewolf's tail jerk and spasm in her grasp.
NOTES;; so much fluff in this post xD but shell is totally expecting to lose her head over this
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