BATFANG
WINDCLAN / WARRIOR / AMBITIOUS
this seemed to be an everyday thing now, didn't it? nothing was ever just good enough and no matter how hard she tried, she never could please her father long enough for him to be grateful for her. he didn't even care, and that was so frustrating. after all, he was all she had left of blood family and as much as she hated his guts she still wanted to prove that she was good enough for him. "you aren't trying hard enough, bird-brain. try it again." the cold voice of her father, otherwise known as sharptongue, rang in her ears as she stood in front of him, panting quietly, ignoring the stinging in new wounds. as much as she liked sparring, she would never do this to an apprentice. to a fellow warrior, yeah. but never an apprentice. and never her own kid. "i'm done, okay?! I don't want to train anymore, father! I have actual duties to perform and you are stopping that, so just stay out of my way!" she hissed angrily, before turning and stalking back off, cleaning up her fur and hiding the wounds as best as she could. she could only hope that they wouldn't pick up on the scent of the blood. "oh, mercy!" she called out, her eyes scanning around to look for her friend. a welcome distraction, but anyone else would do, as well. as long as it wasn't her father.