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NIGHTPAW of NightClan
06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice

It was just hours after the battle with TreeClan and she was sitting in the Medicine Cat Den being told what to do and what not to do. But even with being told all that, she was trying to figure out how angry Blackwolf was. She didn't want to make him mad, and she was not keen on making the tom mad, especially with all the stories she heard about him as a kit. The last thing she wanted was to be on the end of his wrath, but that was bound to happen as his apprentice right? She had no idea what she was being told anymore, but her shoulder started to itch so she reached over and licked it. Well that was a mistake, for she got the nasty taste of herbs and she spat at the ground to try and rid that taste.

She got a stern talk from Featherpaw then and she sighed and nodded. "Sorry Featherpaw..." She lowered her head to the ground and she laid down in the nest that was made for her. She was supposed to stay in the den here for a few days just to be sure that the wound didn't get infected, but she was more worried about her progress in her training. She didn't want to fall behind and become a warrior late. As she thought of those worries, her ears flicked to the entrance of the den as she heard pawsteps. She knew who it had to be before his scent even reached her, Blackwolf.

Fawn

[Fawn]

Battle injuries always put Blackwolf in a surly mood, lately. Apart from the prominent badger-inflicted scar on his chest from his early days that he took as a mark of his prowess (and that fate had chosen him instead of another), any additional scarring or rips or marks was an annoyance. He didn't suspect it would detract from his looks at all - he was still and would continue to be one of the best looking cats in the Clan. It was a fact. Ravenstar was small. Ratfur was a failure, and Blackwolf was as handsome as they come. The injury to his leg had ensured the senior warrior had been treated first, then Ghostlight, and then the apprentice, Nightpaw; his fur still bristled around the ruff from the prior skirmish, he returned to the medicine cat's den for another couple of poppy seeds for the pain, telling Featherpaw what he was after and lapping up the medicine once she'd brought it to him.

He did not immediately acknowledge Nightpaw's presence. It was annoying how, whenever he got into a proper fight, it was always an apprentice who had made things worse? Oakblaze had been the most incompetent, stupid cat he'd ever met, and Blackwolf had every suspicion that Ravenstar had made him a warrior just so he wouldn't endanger the lives of the other apprentices before they'd had the chance to learn anything. That mousebrained, clumsy-pawed moron had already gotten Halfmask killed. Slowly, mismatched eyes settled on the dark-furred she-cat near him, and his expression was stern, as if he was thinking best how to punish her for being a liability to her Clanmates.

"How long before your shoulder heals?" Mewed the gruff tom, coming to a sit beside her. He wasn't going to ask her if she felt alright - she should've felt awful, and not just physically. He hadn't trained her to cower in the face of opposition, or run around like a headless bird with no place to go; he had trained her to not be taken by surprise, and what had happened? She'd been snatched up and used as leverage in the blink of an eye. Blackwolf's lip curled, his mind settling on play-by-plays of what he remembered from the fight. TreeClan considered themselves so noble, and yet THEY had been the ones to take someone hostage, not NightClan.

Bunch of frog spawn. The whole lot of them.


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NIGHTPAW of NightClan
06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice

Blackwolf was ignoring her, which just seemed to make her feel even worse. She didn't let a sigh go though, and she just wallowed in her regret and her bad feelings. She really should have tried harder, or at least, that is what she was telling herself in her mind. The black and white she-cat felt her shoulder start to tingle again and she ignored it. She wondered if she was the worse apprentice that the tom has had. But those thoughts were interrupted when the tom finally came over and acknowledged her presence in the den as well. She saw his stern look and it made her cringe lightly. Yeah, I messed up. She looked to her paws as she waited for him to speak.

When he did and it was asking about when she would be free to go, she looked up at him but kept her gaze lower than his. "Featherpaw said that I should be fine within a few days." She lowered her gaze just a bit as her shoulder twitched and she waited to hear the stern talking that she should be getting. She could already tell by the tone in his voice that it was going to come soon anyways. She finally gathered the little courage that she had and she looked up at him, in the eyes. "I am sorry Blackwolf. I tried to get away I really did." She kept her gaze, but in her eyes, you could see her fear of what could happen next.

[Fawn]

"I am sorry Blackwolf. I tried to get away I really did."

"Don't give me any apologizes, Nightpaw." Growled the battered tom, his tail tip twitching, shoulders still tensed up from the fight. "As soon as your shoulder heals, we're doubling your training. You will not get caught in a situation like that again." No apprentice of his was going to become a pawn to be used in battle, which could potentially cost them the win or her life would be forfeit. He had his favorites, amongst his apprentices, but Nightpaw deserved at least a little of his fondness, though his affections were being filtered mainly towards Ghostlight (alright, exclusively towards Ghostlight), but he could reserve a few ounces of compassion for her. The closest Blackwolf had to that sensation right now, was the certainty that he would've avenged her death of that wretched she-cat had actually killed her instead of bluffed.

If the jet black tom actually stopped to consider what was happening at the borders lately, he would realize that he was often at the epicenter of tense Clan relations. RainClan's brutal murder of Halfmask would never go away, they had stained themselves crimson with that offense, and TreeClan would always be a source of animosity and scorn for NightClan. War was brewing on one or both fronts, and Blackwolf, turning a critical eye on the little dark she-cat beside him, did not know if she could survive something so harsh and unpredictable as that. At least, not the way she was. Nightpaw would have to get tougher. They would all have to get tougher; it was a gut feeling, now, that danger was fast approaching and it would come in the form of an assault from RainClan or a raiding party from TreeClan. The gut feeling was strong enough that he was considering going to Slatenose, forcing her to see reason that NightClan's current apprentices were bordering on hopeless. One was injured, one was inexperienced, and then there was Hazepaw, he didn't even know what to make of that ditzy tortoiseshell with the attention span of a buzzing fly.

Things needed to change, and soon.

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NIGHTPAW of NightClan
06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice

She cringed when he growled at her and she lowered her gaze back down to the ground. She sighed lightly and she listened to his next part and she was already hating the double training, and it hasn't even started yet. She kept her gaze on the floor and she wrapped her tail around her paws as she got ready to answer. "Yes Blackwolf." That was all she was able to give him. She couldn't say anything else, because it was her fault that they were there right now right? She knew that Ghostlight probably didn't think that, but she figured the Blackwolf had to. She had never seen anything but anger toward all cats except Ghostlight come from that tom, so she really didn't expect any kind of compassion.

But she figured that it would be nice to see something other than anger come from him. Nightpaw wondered how far this would delay her becoming a warrior, but since it was still a minor injury, she shouldn't be delayed that long. But it was still something that worried the she-cat at the moment. Oh but how she wanted to get a hold of Blackfire herself and just end the she-cats life, as she thought of that her shoulders tensed and she felt some fur rise on the back of her neck.