Post by sharkpaw on Jun 18, 2015 9:04:01 GMT -5
Sharkpaw didn’t like learning new things. She knew what she knew and was good what she was good at, and that was fine with her. Well, that was fine with her most of the time. Things had gotten worse over the moon she had been an apprentice. Her muscled calves were made for jumping, not running, and her shoulders, awfully broad for a young cat, made her stick out like a sore thumb around sleek Windclan cats. It had gone from being unique to falling behind in what made a Windclan cat a Windclan cat.
She hated the feeling it gave her. She wasn’t useless, she knew that, but seeing her classmates rush ahead of her made her feel ill, her stomach turn and whiskers twitch. So Sharkpaw was driven to something she hated almost as much as the sick sensation of uselessness that curled up in the pit of her stomach; asking for help. Of course, she couldn’t go to someone who would look down at her and laugh at her for needing help, or someone that would complain about how she wasn’t a real Windclan cat.
With her ears flicked back and tail hanging low, she approached the apprentice den. It was early dawn, a time that not an awful lot of cats were up. She didn’t want anyone to see her asking for help, after all; it was embarrassing, and they’d make fun of her, and that was the last thing the silver feline wanted. Well, maybe not the absolute last thing, but awfully close to it! That was why she darted out a paw to prod Lilacpaw none too gently.
“Hey!” She hissed out, Sharkpaw puffing out her cheeks to try and look like what she wanted was really important. After a moment, though, her expression grew slightly nervous. The apprentice glanced around to make sure no snoozing cats had woke up before turning her attention back to Lilacpaw. “I, uh…” Sharkpaw swallowed, fighting down her pride. “I need your help.” Her meekness was quickly swept away however as she leaned down to butt him in the side with her muzzle. “You’re gonna teach me to be, uh, more like a Windclan cat. To run and catch rabbits and stuff.”
After all, Lilacpaw wasn’t about to bemoan her half-clan heritage or make remarks about how she was better off with the fishes or something. So that’s why he had to do this!
She hated the feeling it gave her. She wasn’t useless, she knew that, but seeing her classmates rush ahead of her made her feel ill, her stomach turn and whiskers twitch. So Sharkpaw was driven to something she hated almost as much as the sick sensation of uselessness that curled up in the pit of her stomach; asking for help. Of course, she couldn’t go to someone who would look down at her and laugh at her for needing help, or someone that would complain about how she wasn’t a real Windclan cat.
With her ears flicked back and tail hanging low, she approached the apprentice den. It was early dawn, a time that not an awful lot of cats were up. She didn’t want anyone to see her asking for help, after all; it was embarrassing, and they’d make fun of her, and that was the last thing the silver feline wanted. Well, maybe not the absolute last thing, but awfully close to it! That was why she darted out a paw to prod Lilacpaw none too gently.
“Hey!” She hissed out, Sharkpaw puffing out her cheeks to try and look like what she wanted was really important. After a moment, though, her expression grew slightly nervous. The apprentice glanced around to make sure no snoozing cats had woke up before turning her attention back to Lilacpaw. “I, uh…” Sharkpaw swallowed, fighting down her pride. “I need your help.” Her meekness was quickly swept away however as she leaned down to butt him in the side with her muzzle. “You’re gonna teach me to be, uh, more like a Windclan cat. To run and catch rabbits and stuff.”
After all, Lilacpaw wasn’t about to bemoan her half-clan heritage or make remarks about how she was better off with the fishes or something. So that’s why he had to do this!