Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2015 22:37:48 GMT -6
"Wasppaw you need to be careful, your going to hurt yourself."
"Yeah?" Wasppaw said, defiantly rubbing against another tree aggressively. He felt annoyed by her attempt to follow him, mostly because he suspected it was only pity that drove her to do it. He hated being pitied, it was just so... aggravatingly... nice. Usually he was reprimanded for acting immaturely. Usually He knew he was being irrational but her kindness in face of his blatant jealousy had clawed at his heart. He resisted the immediate remorse he felt and instead tried to ignore her. Hopefully that would deter her but not... too much. He didn't want to actually say something that would hurt Amberpaw. When he realized this, he felt his anger turn on himself. What an idiot he was. Why did she have to be so nice all the time? It wasn't easy to stay mad at her, though Wasppaw wished he could without feeling guilty.
"Wasppaw. You want me to help you fish? I'm going to fish for a little while, you can join me if you'd like."
Wasppaw tensed and uneasily looked back at Cougarheart. It was a warm enough invitation, he guessed, especially coming from Cougarheart. He didn't feel like fishing now though. He really didn't feel like hunting at all. Wasppaw simply wanted them all to move on and forget about today as quickly as possible. He did not return to Cougarheart; he only watched from a distance as his mentor expertly fished a trout from the water. Embarrassment shot through Wasppaw again. It seemed everyone was just having the best of luck today. Of course they should be -- this was easy. Obviously he was just terrible at it.
"Let's see if we can't turn you into a hunter yet, Wasppaw."
The apprentice shrugged and looked away from Dewdapple. Cougarheart was now heading back to camp to deposit his trout on the fresh kill pile. Apparently that meant he was supposed to be learning from Dewdapple. While he had been amazed by her skill as well, he couldn't imagine a worse scenario right now. Things in the wild, however, were a matter of balanced forces. Where there was a bad situation, there was always a positive factor that balanced it.
"Don't worry Wasppaw, he's just looking out for the clan. He will come back and train you once more. Dewdapple and I can help you."
Wasppaw didn't respond, but marveled at Amberpaw's kindness once more. Instead of accepting it gratefully, as he should have, he tried to brush off the comment. Maybe if he simply seemed not to care, they could resume a normal day. Maybe not today, but tomorrow. He trudged after Dewdapple and Amberpaw as they left the Timberland Basin, his head hanging low.
Then a feeling of paranoia came over him, as if he was being watched. Wasppaw glanced back at the water and at first did not see anything unusual. Yet there, bobbing on the shimmering surface, was a dark form. Wasppaw suddenly recognized the creature and stopped to stare at it in awed silence for awhile. Then he turned and bounded to catch up to the others, with the mischievous molerat watching him all the way. (Wasppaw exits)
"Yeah?" Wasppaw said, defiantly rubbing against another tree aggressively. He felt annoyed by her attempt to follow him, mostly because he suspected it was only pity that drove her to do it. He hated being pitied, it was just so... aggravatingly... nice. Usually he was reprimanded for acting immaturely. Usually He knew he was being irrational but her kindness in face of his blatant jealousy had clawed at his heart. He resisted the immediate remorse he felt and instead tried to ignore her. Hopefully that would deter her but not... too much. He didn't want to actually say something that would hurt Amberpaw. When he realized this, he felt his anger turn on himself. What an idiot he was. Why did she have to be so nice all the time? It wasn't easy to stay mad at her, though Wasppaw wished he could without feeling guilty.
"Wasppaw. You want me to help you fish? I'm going to fish for a little while, you can join me if you'd like."
Wasppaw tensed and uneasily looked back at Cougarheart. It was a warm enough invitation, he guessed, especially coming from Cougarheart. He didn't feel like fishing now though. He really didn't feel like hunting at all. Wasppaw simply wanted them all to move on and forget about today as quickly as possible. He did not return to Cougarheart; he only watched from a distance as his mentor expertly fished a trout from the water. Embarrassment shot through Wasppaw again. It seemed everyone was just having the best of luck today. Of course they should be -- this was easy. Obviously he was just terrible at it.
"Let's see if we can't turn you into a hunter yet, Wasppaw."
The apprentice shrugged and looked away from Dewdapple. Cougarheart was now heading back to camp to deposit his trout on the fresh kill pile. Apparently that meant he was supposed to be learning from Dewdapple. While he had been amazed by her skill as well, he couldn't imagine a worse scenario right now. Things in the wild, however, were a matter of balanced forces. Where there was a bad situation, there was always a positive factor that balanced it.
"Don't worry Wasppaw, he's just looking out for the clan. He will come back and train you once more. Dewdapple and I can help you."
Wasppaw didn't respond, but marveled at Amberpaw's kindness once more. Instead of accepting it gratefully, as he should have, he tried to brush off the comment. Maybe if he simply seemed not to care, they could resume a normal day. Maybe not today, but tomorrow. He trudged after Dewdapple and Amberpaw as they left the Timberland Basin, his head hanging low.
Then a feeling of paranoia came over him, as if he was being watched. Wasppaw glanced back at the water and at first did not see anything unusual. Yet there, bobbing on the shimmering surface, was a dark form. Wasppaw suddenly recognized the creature and stopped to stare at it in awed silence for awhile. Then he turned and bounded to catch up to the others, with the mischievous molerat watching him all the way. (Wasppaw exits)