Cass's Writting!

Leafpaw

Look up, I look up at night,
Planets are moving at the speed of light.

The sun was just past its peak and now began the slow descent back to the Earth. Although the sun shone brightly it was cold. The snow still lay on the ground in mounds, Leafpaw wished for Greenleaf, her favourite season. The most amazing part of the year, it was when prey was plentiful and it wasn’t too hot or too cold. It was perfect. Leafpaw actually wasn’t sure why she was out here. After all it was meant to be her first day of training as an apprentice. She should be excited and hoping around like she normally would. Leafpaw had been excited about becoming an apprentice and training to be a warrior all her life. But then she was assigned a mentor. It wasn’t that Leafpaw didn’t want one, she really did. She wanted to have an older cat helping her, someone she could talk to. Someone she knew she would trust for the rest of her life. But no, Leafpaw was stuck with perhaps the only cat she didn’t like within the whole clan. Violetwhisper. Leafpaw felt her fur bristle as she thought of the sleek deputy and her purple eyes that she knew would be full of anger at her disappearance. Leafpaw just couldn’t stay, she was unhappy that she had ended up with the deputy. Leafpaw found the deputy too controlling, mean, rude and stubborn a lot like her. Although she would never admit it, they had a lot the same, Leafpaw just thought she was better.

The soggy ground felt uncomfortable under Leafpaw’s felt so delicately she scraped away a bunch of leaves and snow from under a nearby tree leaving a small patch of dry ground. She sat down making herself comfortable, wrapping her tail around her paws. A slight cold breeze ruffles her fur, it made her shiver slightly. Leafpaw looked around herself again. To be honest she had no clue where she was, but she knew she could follow her scent home, but that also meant others could follow her. The young apprentice scowled. That was right, that meant any cat could follow her. Leafpaw wanted to be alone, not only did she hate her mentor, but she couldn’t bare facing an angry Hawkstar. Leafpaw opened her mouth a touch, doing exactly what her mother had done, she took a deep breath in, and she sneezed as all the scents washed through her, so strong and powerful. She pawed her nose trying to rid herself of the over powering smells. Some of them were familiar, but then others where a big mystery to the she-cat. Her eyes flicker to a nearby tree, she wanted to hide her scent, but to be honest she didn’t know how. Grudgingly Leafpaw stood up from the dry ground. She knew deep down that she had to head back. But she really did not want to. She could already see Violetwhisper’s scowl. It made Leafpaw curl her lip in distaste.

Leaf paw gave herself a quick shake, flicking her ear to flick of a tiny insect. She then gave herself a quick inspection. Her fur was dull, and some of her ribs were prominent under her short coat. It was just one of the signs of how hard Leafbare had really been. Of how little food the clan had had to survive on. It saddened Leafpaw when she looked at her fur, fur she so often kept in an amazing condition. She was usually so proud of her short coat, and the dappled patterns that rested on it. The small cat shook her head vanishing the thoughts from her mind, she needed to think of a way to get back to the clan without Violetwhisper realising she had left. That would be tricky, but Leafpaw was a very good liar. Although she would try, she knew that they would know she had gone. If your missing for half a day on as your first day as an apprentice that is not a good thing. Then what was the point of going back? Leafpaw sighed. She wasn’t sure if she should go back, but the longer she waited the worse it would be. Unhappily she began to walk.

Leafpaw

It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned around

The she-cat had to admit that Violetwhisper stepping out in front of her, particularly materialising in front of her made her jump a little bit. But her shock wore off quickly to be replaced by a scowl. It was one of frustration and a little worry about actually being caught. Yet she found herself eyeing the Deputy with just as mush hate that she could see in the warriors eyes. They knew that they didn’t like each other. Well at the least Leafpaw finally knew that Violetwhisper didn’t like her. It made her flinch, but she kept her ground in front of the older cat. She wasn’t going to be weak. But sometimes you had to know when to back down. This was not one of those times. Leafpaw stares stubbornly at the cat, the forest around her seemed to not exist, it seemed to all blend in and all Leafpaw could hear was the steady beating of her own heart. What heart Leafpaw the most was the look of disgust? Or was it disapproval? Or even hate? In Violetwhisper’s eyes, it made Leafpaw wince… it hurt. No matter how much she disliked her mentor it still hurt when you knew that they were upset with you, but to hate you? That made you feel worthless.

Leafpaw was stubborn so she hide her emotions, but she knew her eyes would betray her. And still she would not let her gaze drop from the she-cats. The sarcasm in her words didn’t affect Leafpaw, she was use to throwing it around herself, but she couldn’t resist herself as she rolled her eyes at the deputy’s words. Her eyes although did prick with excitement at the mention of her first day and what they should have been doing. As Violetwhisper turned her gaze to the lake, but of course she couldn’t see it, Leafpaw took the chance to glare at the cat. She than sat down and curled her tail over her paws. "I've always said that Apprentices can gain as much training from cleaning dens and caring for elders, as they can actually out in the territory." Leafpaw’s heart seems to beat harder, and for the first time in this conversation her hurt sinks. She really wanted to learn how to fight. Leafpaw really didn’t want to be cleaning out nests. She looks briefly down at her paws. Her eyes blazing with anger at her foolishness, but also at her mentor’s hatred. She thought her mentor was mean, and not very nice at all, but she was a good warrior.

She turns her fierce gaze back onto Violetwhisper’s and for a long time they stare at each other. She could see how the purple stood out against the black fur, and the way Leafpaw’s green eyes shone in her eyes. She could see the stubbornness and anger in her eyes. She instantly stopped and realised just how silly she was being, but she still felt horrible and wanted to just turn and run. Runaway from the cat. Runaway from herself. She stares at Violetwhisper, she was unsure of how she felt, or even how she should act. She felt really awkward and maybe even a little ashamed of herself. “What do you think you were trying to do Leafpaw?" She seemed to gain control of herself, and her voice even seemed to soften a touch. This made Leafpaw feel even guiltier. “You don’t like me. I wanted to go for a walk. I wanted to think and I want to know why you don’t like me. Don’t give me any foxdung about this. You didn’t like me before know.” She pauses. “Or is it just me, the way you always look at other cats. As if you don’t want to train me, I want to be the best warrior. I know you are amazing and so loyal. I want to be like you. You love this clan. You’re an amazing cat.” Leafpaw looks briefly up at the cat before standing again. She wanted to leave.

Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down

(Lyrice credit to Sick Puppies "Your Going Down")