My Mistake (Closed)

"I wasn't being dreamy or letting my mind wander! I just wondered if it was right to kill, that's all! And sorry, I didn't mean to seem mad," Dryad defended, before realizing two things. First off, Blossompaw hadn't been at all accusing, and didn't deserve to be growled at like what had happened. Second of all, giving away her thoughts about prey wasn't the best idea. She didn't want any near stranger knowing about her inner conflicts. Grumbling under her breath, the fluffy she-cat scented for another kind of prey to catch. A starling caught her attention. It took effort not to groan. Those things were more annoying than grumpy cats with their constant noise, like stopping would kill them. Well, at least these she wouldn't feel bad about hunting. It would be a sort of revenge, to stretch her motives. Crouching down, she divided her weight to her whole body, so each foot was light as a feather. Slowly, she crept towards the irritating black bird, silent as a shadow. All that was left to pounce. This time, she wouldn't hesitate. Gathering up her haunches, the loner leaped. The fact that the starling didn't even seem scared only motivated her. One of her claws caught its wing, pinning it down. It was now defenseless, but still very much alive. What now? The pink she-cat had done something to kill it, right? Oh yes, a bit to the neck! Lunging toward's the bird's neck, she bit down hard. Then something strange happened. The taste of blood triggered a memory. Suddenly she was no longer in the woods, but in the yard around the nest. Her tail was bleeding, and Bubbles was there, telling her to lick the wound while he got help. Her tail hurt like crazy. Had she inflicted that sort of pain on something? Back in reality, she nudged the bird, feeling an eerie lack of heartbeat. This triggered another memory, putting a paw on the still chest of the once living Tiger. Her mother had died, just like this bird. Were all creatures truly just prey to fate? Could she be the oppressor? But all similar thoughts were decimated by a sudden wave of pride. She had caught prey. After gaining access to food, she was only one step away from freedom. "I-I caught it! I caught it!"

Blossompaw opened her mouth to protest. "If nobody ever killed, then the world would be overpopulated with prey." She would have said more, but she heard the starling too. "Good job! That was better than me."

"Me better than you? No. I just did a sloppier version of what you did. You're a great hunter. Probably better than Marly. And your prettier. Like way prettier. Like if she's a pile of dung than your a flower prettier." Dryad realized that more than she had intended had slipped out once again. As she was about to apologize, she realized that for once she hadn't said anything rude. Usually the first thing she saw in a cat was their faults, but here the first thing she had thought of about Blossompaw was actually a good thing. Maybe her problem wasn't so bad after all. Thinking about it, she owed her newfound hunting skill to this cat here. Some form of payment was probably needed. Maybe she could catch something for her! Excited, she located a squirrel, and tracked it a little ways. Her crouch and jump were hurried, and needless to say she missed her catch. Oh well. She had already caught something, so she knew that she could do it. It would just take a little getting used to. But now she realized that her skills were still pretty bad and she had no way to repay the kind SkyClanner. Just those thoughts made words pop out of her mouth. "Thank you so much for teaching me how to hunt. I'm very grateful, and I'll do anything to pay you back. Literally anything. Just name it and I'll do it!"