Post by alpine on Apr 11, 2016 22:24:29 GMT
Ah, there was no better way to ruin Quakelight's mood than to mention Goosefur. Quakelight had been in a bright mood, ecstatic about receiving his first apprentice: Foxpaw. He had looked forward to an apprentice for moons, and he finally had one! The only way it could have been better was if he'd been given one of Goosefur's kits. Just to spite her. Naturally that mood lasted untainted for half an afternoon before Ashenfang announced the moonhigh and sunrise patrols. Quakelight and his stepmother, alone, and on a dawn patrol no less! Those torturous jobs that he tried so hard to avoid, and he hadn't even been granted the mercy of a third warrior to hold him from tearing her fur out. This was going to be a very painful exercise in self-control.
In short, Quakelight woke up far too early, and predictably unwilling to cooperate. Ugh, it's like he's trying to punish me. It's not like he doesn't know that hateful rat and I don't work together. When he was young, his mess of a family piqued everyone's interest. Mother dies in birthing, adopted family takes the kits in, jealous father glaring at his kits, son dies under mysterious circumstances, everyone knew about it. It wasn't like the twelve cats involved were a small part of the clan. Afterwards, his father found a new mate and gave her kits. Goosefur, and as far as Quakelight knew, there was nobody she hated more than him and his sisters.
Brushing the dirt out of his fur, one more thing for her to conplain about, he meandered over to the prey pile. It was basically just a border patrol, so there was no point in skipping breakfast. He settled for a stale, fairly small fish probably left over from Spots' crazy hunting expedition. "If I have to go on an early patrol with her, the least she could do is wake up on time." He grumbled out loud, nibbling his prey impatiently.
In short, Quakelight woke up far too early, and predictably unwilling to cooperate. Ugh, it's like he's trying to punish me. It's not like he doesn't know that hateful rat and I don't work together. When he was young, his mess of a family piqued everyone's interest. Mother dies in birthing, adopted family takes the kits in, jealous father glaring at his kits, son dies under mysterious circumstances, everyone knew about it. It wasn't like the twelve cats involved were a small part of the clan. Afterwards, his father found a new mate and gave her kits. Goosefur, and as far as Quakelight knew, there was nobody she hated more than him and his sisters.
Brushing the dirt out of his fur, one more thing for her to conplain about, he meandered over to the prey pile. It was basically just a border patrol, so there was no point in skipping breakfast. He settled for a stale, fairly small fish probably left over from Spots' crazy hunting expedition. "If I have to go on an early patrol with her, the least she could do is wake up on time." He grumbled out loud, nibbling his prey impatiently.
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