Why in Silverpelt did all the warriors make such a fuss over these stupid patrols?
This was stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
STUPID.
"Aaaarrrggghh," she wailed, her over-emphasised groan accompanied by an exaggerated eyeroll,
"Do I have to?" Making a point to stomp audibly to the camp exit, harshly slamming her paws against the shifting soils in protest, Vixenpaw jarred to a halt. Whisking around, nostrils flaring in indignance, she felt a rumbling growl boiling within.
"Are we gonna get this over and done with?" she snarled, eyes sinking harshly into cats she had been assigned patrol to,
"Let's go already, I'm so done with this."As her gaze snaked around camp, distinguishing the distinct pelts of those she was to depart with, she let out an irritated sigh. None of these cats shared any connection to her; in
her eyes, they were just the normal,
non-special ThunderClanners who lurked around in her space:
Nettlefire - the deputy, the one that had
wrongly allocated her to this patrol in the first place. She was
also the cat that, in her adamant view, had "replaced" her father's precious position.
I mean, it wasn't papa's fault that he got an injury! Now he'd never become leader, because he was stripped of his rank - and that's stupid! Even if she didn't hold any personal relationship to the warrior... in Vixenpaw's close-mindedness, she was already bearing a grudge. The fact that she wasn't spared from patrols, the patrols that
Nettlefire was incharge of, irked her. It would have sounded irrational... but Vixenpaw truely believed she deserved
special treatment.
Cedarpaw - another apprentice, one she'd seen around the den a few times. Now, (to her unjust annoyance) Cedarpaw didn't hold any reason for Vixenpaw to hate her. Despite her frequent presence, it seemed that they had never had held any type of conversation, or be provided with any chance to actually just
talk. Perhaps, this she-cat was a stranger - but not one to have made any wrongdoing against her, and Vixenpaw absolutely approved of that. Cedarpaw was actually, quite possibly, the most tolerable cat out of this group.
If Cedarpaw's cool with me, she mused, eyes flickering over to her denmate,
then I'm cool with her.But, oh, wait.
Unfortunately, she couldn't be cool with all of her denmates.
Coalpaw - Vixenpaw was sure that his presence at the...
worm commotion that had transpired a few sunrises ago, was suggestive of his involvement with the prank. Of course, she had no proof other than the fact that he was
there, but to her it seemed like a pretty obvious assumption. She couldn't, and
wouldn't, have tried to conceal her eyeroll when she was told he'd have to accompany her. Throughout this patrol, she noted to herself, she would have to try to annoy him as much as possible. Because, well,
payback.
No one gets away with helping to put a worm in
her nest without receiving some backlash, not if
she could help it! Like, it wasn't even a funny prank! How
stupid!
And, last but not least, Batbite - the drifter, the she-cat who had returned a few moons ago. Vixenpaw still regarded Batbite with a distant wariness, aware of the fact that she had left on her own adventure moons before her birth. The warrior had been welcomed back to ThunderClan when Vixenpaw had been Vixen
kit. She vaguely remembered Dacedream telling them to wait in the nursery, to merely observe as the two strange newcomers had swept through the entrance. Batbite had been one of them, and Vixenpaw wasn't quite sure what reaction she should have had. For one, she felt an itching coldness - she still didn't know of the full story, but... she considered the fact that Batbite left in the first place, a sign to doubt her loyalty.
I mean, she thought bitterly,
for all I know, she could just leave again. Just like that. How her final judgement on Batbite turned out to be, would probably depend solely on the outcomes of this patrol.
"Come on!" she grouched, lower lip puffed in impatience, "This is wasting my tiime!"