Good Old-Fashioned Hate [Tag Ghostie&Heli] Jul 28, 2019 22:42:29 GMT -5
Post by Ginger on Jul 28, 2019 22:42:29 GMT -5
Two apprentices made their way along Nightclan and Rainclan's dark border, one tall and gray, the other small and bengal. Wasp-paw and Wavepaw had been entrusted to go on a hunting patrol by their mentors. Rather than feel like a training session, it really did feel like the two cats were simply two warriors doing warrior things
Recently, Wasp-paw had begun to take his training a lot more seriously, and he had grown tremendously because of it. Yet he was still not perfect.
A slight rustling on Nightclan's side of the border caused Wasp-paw to pick his head up from the log he had been sniffing, angling his ears towards the noise to wait for another sign of movement. There it was again: a somewhat distant rustling that was much too loud to be from any prey animal. Either it was a patrolling Nightclan cat or a large creature out to hurt them.
Either way, the two apprentices needed to be on their guard.
Flashing a look at Wavepaw to make sure the other apprentice had heard it as well, Wasp-paw began to slowly edge closer to the noise, stopping only at the borderline between the two clans. He was not stupid enough to risk a battle and put his clanmates in jeopardy. Unless...
An all-too-familiar scent suddenly hit Wasp-paw, and he was taken back to a certain night. A night in which two Nightclan cats made him a promise he would never forget, a promise for blood. That fire that the young apprentice had felt that night began to return, and his eyes lit up with a combination of excitement and rage. Sure, he was still small and not-well-trained in the art of battle, but he was still a whole lot better than he was on that first night. Maybe even good enough to win with Wavepaw by my side.
He let out a laugh. He wanted them to be completely aware of where he was, of how he felt. "Fancy seeing you toads out here," he jeered into the empty space, hoping to Starclan that it truly was only his two enemies hidden just across the border. A fight with any other pair of Nightclan cats wouldn't be justified.
Please, Wavepaw. Help me out. The bengal apprentice could only hope that the gray-furred apprentice would stick by his side, despite the situation. And he was hoping hard. This would be no easy fight.
Ghost the Undead Goddess , Hellion