You ain't a warrior Feb 2, 2023 10:29:57 GMT -6
Post by captain on Feb 2, 2023 10:29:57 GMT -6
BRY of W&&R, ADOX, and WW
|She'd gone from hunting to border lurking. She'd caught a single mouse, not even enough to feed her kits in this harsh weather. In her mounting frustration and inability to hunt, Duckpuddle had tossed the little scrap aside, letting it fall beneath the snow. She'd reclaim it later, probably. |
Even though the war was done Duckpuddle wasn't. Her rage was insurmountable. Her frustration was even worse. Not only had they lost, a bitter fact Duckpuddle needed to accept, but now Yarrowstar had taken over. He was no more the tough brutal teacher and deputy Duckpuddle had come to respect. He was little more than a rogue as far as she was concerned. Some spoke of the power being rightfully his, of him being chosen by StarClan. It was nonsense. She'd worked for it, not him. She'd pretended to worship the stars for what?
"It was supposed to be mine. I was supposed to lead when that ragged old she-cat died." Duckpuddle muttered to herself.
A rustle in the bushes ahead caught her attention, and she turned, her attention snapping to the border's edge. Behind a pine tree, a skinny rogue was staring back at her. Their pelt was dirty and ragged. Duckpuddle's eyes narrowed into slits. She turned and approached the meek rogue.
"You're on LichenClan territory, you'd better scram!"
Before she could finish the warning, Duckpuddle went in for a hit, buffeting the rogue's face. They staggered backwards, falling into a makeshift battle stance. Nowhere could Duckpuddle see the refined training of a warrior. They were easy prey, falling victim to hit after hit. Just as Duckpuddle was lowering her paw for another smack, a flash of claws caught her attention. Before she realized it, her face felt hot and wet. Blood trickled down from a cut across her cheek to her muzzle. Duckpuddle hissed. Without warning, she struck out again, slicing the rogue's side in a long deep gash. Then finished it off with a sharp kick to send the rogue sprinting away.
Great, now she needed to get Briarfall or Lilacpaw to check out the scratch. That would lead to more questions. She might be able to fool Lilacpaw, but Briarfall was a seasoned medicine cat and knew what claw scratches looked like. When the rogue was far out of sight, Duckpuddle turned to head back. She vaguely remembered where her discarded prey lay. A bright red coat in the snow caught her attention. The cat was still small, smaller than any apprentice. He shouldn't be out of camp, especially not this far.