Role Reversal [Ashpaw's assessment!]

OOC: i'm dying

IC: If he'd had his suspicions before, that just confirmed it. There was some StarClan for birds and Ashpaw had done some grievously horrible thing to offend them. At this point, he would've been fine with her shredding it into feathers, just so long as she managed to get one under her claws. Even with her usual fortitude, he could feel the frustration from there, an electric tension that pricked under his pelt. He'd have to step lightly or she might pounce on him, thinking he was another sparrow. Sleetfang cringed at the sight of blood, his shoulders leaping in a suppressed, shuddering laugh.

That was some of the worst luck he'd ever seen. All he could do was pray for a mouse to show its tail instead.

OOC: I'm going to try and roll first, see if maybe switching it up may help break Ashpaw's streak of bad luck? o v o;;

The member 'Shohou' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 8, 6

(Frick I'm just trying to think how I can write this one now. ; v ; )

Her expression was cold and dark, this all had to be some absolutely sick, twisted joke some force beyond her ability was pulling on her for Star Clan only knows what. There is almost nothing possible to even put the pep into this she-cat's step once again.

Her ashy gray fur disappeared into the reeds once again but lacking the vigor she had when starting this pesky assessment. Her footsteps were faint and quiet but still sluggish, slow and drained. This cat omitted the epitome of defeat if there was someone who didn't know what such a feeling would look like. Well, Ashpaw would be that living, breathing definition if there ever was such a requirement.

Her expression is so dull, and blank, and it's almost as if her pelt looks, even more, gray than before. Losing the vibrancy of her will and excitement to breeze through this assessment and show her mentor what for. Instead, the test showed Ashpaw what for and draining all determination she walked in with like a blood sucking leech.


Her thoughts began provoking such pessimistic thoughts if it weren't for her stubborn personality; odds are she wouldn't hesitate to roar in frustration and curse at the Clans above why she was cursed with such horrible luck! Not even a blessing from them would make up for the rest of her failed attempts of catching the same bird, over and over monotonous task but she still failed each attempt.

She could only hear the echoed jokes from her fellow Clanmate's voices in her head, hallucinating the thoughts of her being the butt of each joke and the horrible nicknames she would be given. A wave of shame drowning her, and her stoic expression slowly cracking under the pressure of being an embarrassment was beginning to get to her ...

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