WEAPON OF CHOICE || brookpaw

[stormy]

it had been a long time since foresteyes had last set foot by the stream. her apprentice days weren't that far behind her, she was only 17 moons after all. yet coming back to this same spot where she had learned how to tear the soft flesh of another cat and how to hunt for the smallest rodents, a task she found tedious and boring. alas, here she was, barely a warrior and already she was supposed -expected - to pass on her skills and knowledge onto the next cat in hopes that they will gain the most. her lip curled and a shudder ran throughout her entire body. why, in starclan's name puddlestar assigned the apprentice to her was something she couldn't figure out. there were a lot of better warriors then her, and ones that were a lot less hating. though, the thought occurred to her, maybe it was a good thing. she could prove to the little cat how disgusting the clan was, and how easily they were able to lie.

no, she couldn't trust the cat that was called brookpaw. she would go spouting off about how paranoid her mentor was and puddlestar would be angry with her. her tail lashed out behind her as she stepped up to the stream and looked down into the slow moving liquid. how easy it would be for a cat to fall into there and just float away if only the water was to pick up speed. they would be lost forever, turned to dust by the raging rapids. it would end the lies one had told, not able to spread anymore. the corner of her mouth turned up and she tore her eyes away and sat down waiting for brookpaw to turn up, running over what she would teach the young cat.

[``MESSENGER]

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((I can't post right now...I just decided to get my format set up, hahaa. xP))