Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2011 8:16:52 GMT -8
Sunflash was lacking an optimistic outlook when he entered into the medicine cat den with the second warrior. Instead, his mouth took the form of a grimace, and his tail-tip was twitching back and forth in disdain.
Firstly, the tom wasn’t looking forward to having to train these two RiverClan apprentices. In his opinion, they shouldn’t even have still been there. Icepaw looked fine enough. If he was up for a training session, then he was up to making his way across the territory and over the river, back to his own Clan. But on top of that, the RiverClan apprentice wasn’t the greatest joy to have hanging around. From the little time that the golden tom had spent interacting with Icepaw, he’d learned easily enough that the apprentice was sharp-tongued and ungrateful- hardly the typical happy-go-lucky ThunderClan apprentice.
Secondly, he also would have to spend the afternoon with Foxflight, another cat who the warrior just couldn’t stand. Any cat knew how he felt about the tom. He didn’t keep it a secret. The same went for his reasons for feeling the way he did. Sunflash didn’t trust the tom was far as he could have thrown him in his prime.
This training session wasn’t going to be much fun for the golden tabby.
But he would have to deal with it as best he could. As a senior warrior, Sunflash wanted to be involved in Clan dealings. So he gave a little nod to the apprentices as he stood beside Foxflight. “We better head out if we want to get the most out of today. And Icepaw, speak up if your leg begins to hurt too much. If you strain it during practice today, you’ll only be here longer.” The tom twitched his whiskers, as if that settled things, and took a few steps outside the den. “Ready?”
------------
Icepaw looked back and forth between the two ThunderClan toms with a judgmental look in his eyes. The orange and white tom seemed friendly enough. At least, he looked a little brighter than the yellow tom beside him, who looked like this was the last place he wanted to be with the last cats he wanted to be with. I know the feeling. But Icepaw was going to make what he could of it. So the pale tabby rose up to his paws and gave a quick stretch. “It’s certainly not the most fun thing I could think of,” he grunted at the first tom’s remark. Then when the other tom spoke, he nodded, and looked back over to Featherpaw. “Let’s get this done,” he mewed, and brushed past Foxflight so he could get out into the open air, minding his recovering leg as he went.
