TANGYPAW
SHADOWCLAN / APPRENTICE / BEAUTY QUEEN
after they had snuck out of camp, tangypaw had managed to get into trouble with her father who had been looking for her. she didn't want to train with gorgepaw, but her father insisted. as blackfoot led his daughter, and apprentice, back to the training fields, it was safe to say that she did not have a good feeling about this at all. after all, she just had become an apprentice not too long ago. still, she was breaking her back trying to impress her father. only other cat who knew how much effort she was putting into this was owlpaw. she stood quietly across from the other, ears flattening back. her mother would be so very upset about this, but it was not going to be enough to stop blackfoot. "alright, gorgepaw. you know what to do. no mercy." he instructed, turning to his daughter with his eyes narrowed. "show me what you've got." it almost sounded like he wanted her to win, but she knew way better.
and it didn't, even take that long. the fight seemed to be over way before it started, and tangypaw felt claws digging into her skin, the pure brute force knocking her into a nearby tree, her gasps for air causing gorgepaw to retreat. her fur became dirty with mud, dust, and her own blood, as she stood up, ignoring the stinging in the side of her body fro. the deep claw marks, and the feeling of her ribs being broken. tears threatened to sting as her eyes as she slowly pushed herself up, though a paw slammed on her head, leaving her wincing as she looked up at the other apprentice. "i-i.." she didn't have enough air to say what she wanted. a snort from her father left her head turning towards him, as he gestured for the other apprentice to step back. clearly, gorgepaw had won. "pathetic. get up, tangykit." he only called her that to belittle her, and it was working. she gritted her teeth, and stood up shakily on her paws, holding back the flood gates to keep from seeing like a cry baby.
she didn't even wait for her father to say anything. she knew she was in trouble. and now, she would have to see the medicine cat, and her friends, look at her crazy while she tried to explain that this was her fault. she whimpered lowly and quickly, as quickly as one with such injuries could even manage, made her way back to camp. she nearly fell over as soon as she made it, but caught herself, standing shakily in the camp, her eyes moving over to the medicine cat den. she wasn't going to make it there, as she heaved heavily, sitting down, feeling the blood drip from her wounds, down her fur. pathetic. her father said. and he was right.
and it didn't, even take that long. the fight seemed to be over way before it started, and tangypaw felt claws digging into her skin, the pure brute force knocking her into a nearby tree, her gasps for air causing gorgepaw to retreat. her fur became dirty with mud, dust, and her own blood, as she stood up, ignoring the stinging in the side of her body fro. the deep claw marks, and the feeling of her ribs being broken. tears threatened to sting as her eyes as she slowly pushed herself up, though a paw slammed on her head, leaving her wincing as she looked up at the other apprentice. "i-i.." she didn't have enough air to say what she wanted. a snort from her father left her head turning towards him, as he gestured for the other apprentice to step back. clearly, gorgepaw had won. "pathetic. get up, tangykit." he only called her that to belittle her, and it was working. she gritted her teeth, and stood up shakily on her paws, holding back the flood gates to keep from seeing like a cry baby.
she didn't even wait for her father to say anything. she knew she was in trouble. and now, she would have to see the medicine cat, and her friends, look at her crazy while she tried to explain that this was her fault. she whimpered lowly and quickly, as quickly as one with such injuries could even manage, made her way back to camp. she nearly fell over as soon as she made it, but caught herself, standing shakily in the camp, her eyes moving over to the medicine cat den. she wasn't going to make it there, as she heaved heavily, sitting down, feeling the blood drip from her wounds, down her fur. pathetic. her father said. and he was right.