Post by Seastorm on Aug 2, 2008 17:19:21 GMT -5
Pitchpaw had never been one to actually ask to be taken out of camp to train or hunt. That wasn't to say she was lazy. Just wimpy, if one were to be frank. As much as she loved the sense of accomplishment that followed finally getting a move right, or how much tastier a forest mouse was on her tongue if she had caught it herself, she was still afraid to leave camp.
Was.
Everyone who knew her name had the face of a scared-she-cat to match. Her fear was unexplainable, and seemingly incurable, even by the attempts of her parents and siblings. How she would ever become a warrior was beyond her clanmates, but her leader paired her up with a mentor all the same with hopes that time could sort things out.
Well, time had had nothing to do with it.
It had all been a blur even then, so it was a mystery how she could even remember much of what had happened now, but from what she could recall, she and her mentor had been training alone. What happened then was too fuzzy to make out, but the next thing she knew, a loner was in a fight with her mentor outside clan territory, Pitchpaw was having an inner war between the urge to help and the paralyzing fear, and then suddenly the fear was thrust aside and the loner was sent running. The black apprentice hadn't any room for the triumph she probably should have felt, but the fear was gone. All of it.
Which might not have been a good thing. Now, she no longer feared being punished for wrongs. Common sense told her not to say anything particularly nasty to the warriors, but nothing was stopping her from waltzing out of camp on her own to train by herself. She tended not to go anywhere besides the training hollow though, and has no intention of causing trouble, so her superiors mostly just left her to it.
And that's where she was today, running through one attack after another in whatever order appeared in her mind first. Almost everything was what her mentor had taught her, since she didn't quite have the amazing memory it took to be able to see something done once to be able to do it herself or the creativity to make up her own moves, but a little improvisation here and there worked out well enough. The black she-cat grinned to herself as she executed yet another move perfectly. No one had ever thought it of her, but she was a very capable fighter once she put her mind to it.
Was.
Everyone who knew her name had the face of a scared-she-cat to match. Her fear was unexplainable, and seemingly incurable, even by the attempts of her parents and siblings. How she would ever become a warrior was beyond her clanmates, but her leader paired her up with a mentor all the same with hopes that time could sort things out.
Well, time had had nothing to do with it.
It had all been a blur even then, so it was a mystery how she could even remember much of what had happened now, but from what she could recall, she and her mentor had been training alone. What happened then was too fuzzy to make out, but the next thing she knew, a loner was in a fight with her mentor outside clan territory, Pitchpaw was having an inner war between the urge to help and the paralyzing fear, and then suddenly the fear was thrust aside and the loner was sent running. The black apprentice hadn't any room for the triumph she probably should have felt, but the fear was gone. All of it.
Which might not have been a good thing. Now, she no longer feared being punished for wrongs. Common sense told her not to say anything particularly nasty to the warriors, but nothing was stopping her from waltzing out of camp on her own to train by herself. She tended not to go anywhere besides the training hollow though, and has no intention of causing trouble, so her superiors mostly just left her to it.
And that's where she was today, running through one attack after another in whatever order appeared in her mind first. Almost everything was what her mentor had taught her, since she didn't quite have the amazing memory it took to be able to see something done once to be able to do it herself or the creativity to make up her own moves, but a little improvisation here and there worked out well enough. The black she-cat grinned to herself as she executed yet another move perfectly. No one had ever thought it of her, but she was a very capable fighter once she put her mind to it.
