"Touch me one more time and I will claw off your face." I say with a growl, unsheathing my claws and flinching as Finchfang's tail is run along my spine, sending a shiver up it. He's chuckling and I can almost see the evil aura floating off of the cream cameo. I want to kill him. A year ago, I would never dream of hurting him. Oh, how so much has changed.
"Now, now, dearest Sorrelflight, you wouldn't hurt me, would you?" He purrs, his voice echoing all around me. I twitch once again, and try to hold in a scream, holding in all the feelings I want to throw at him. I begin to feel nostalgic, remembering all the great memories I had with Finchfang. Too bad that the darkness took him.
"And yet you can. Do you remember what you promised me, Finchfang?" I whisper, looking at my paws whilst listening to him growl.
What exactly happened? StarClan, that takes us way back to my apprenticeship.
"Sorrelkit, from this day until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Sorrelpaw." Blackstar announces, a proud smile on his face. Of course he would be proud of me — I'm his niece. He raised me as one of his own (my dad kind of neglected me, I don't really care about that) before Redstar, now known as Redwhisker, retired. I mean, he still played with me and stuff but it's different from when he was deputy. Now he's all stuck up in the politics between the four clans. ThunderClan, ShadowClan, WindClan and Riverclan.
I belong to WindClan.
My clanmates cheer, calling out my new name before they calm down and Blackstar continues. "Your mentor will be Finchfang."
Now you see where Finchfang plays a role in my life. Ugh. He turned so disgusting and deranged. I look at the young warrior, noticing how surprised he looks. Acting bastard. Of course, back then, I didn't know. He was such a nice guy. I laugh in delight before running up to him, smiling as we touch noses. I feel a jolt through my body. Oh, this must be where StarClan creates our bond. Ew. Bonds.
As soon as we do, members begin to cheer again before disbanding and walking away to continue their every day life. Hmph.
"Finchfang, I'm so happy you're my mentor!" I cry, smiling happily and wagging my tail like a dog. I'm just that excited. Finchfang doesn't look excited. He looks scared and nervous.
"Can't you talk to your apprentice like a normal cat?" I snap after a while, looking at him with my narrowed electric blue eyes. Those are my only attractive features. My fur is as messy as hell. My mother did try to groom it but it kind of went wrong and I found myself tumbling through the nursery, picking up debris like twigs and bits of moss.
"What? Oh... um. Yeah." Finchfang finally answers. He's so timid, it's weird. I wonder why Blackstar has chosen him. I want a more excited mentor. Ugh. "Wh - what do you want to learn?" he asks rather awkwardly, shrugging a little. I want to stab him with a twig. Timid butthole.
"Are you serious? Take me around the territory, idiot!" I yell. Okay, maybe I didn't say 'idiot'. I wish I did. It's more like I'm mentoring him.
"Oh, yeah." he murmurs before turning around and walking out of camp, leaving me there without turning around to make sure I'm following. I roll my eyes at him and follow, lashing my tail in annoyance. But then I wonder what make him so nervous. I've seen him be an idiot before but... Not this idiotic. I silently grunt and follow him out of camp, head held low as I pout.
He turns to his side and then looks at me, his eyes rounded. He kind of stares at me for a moment and then starts walking again. I want to stab him in the throat.
I sigh softly before walking on and then he stops, causing me to bump into him. However, he doesn't react. Instead, he turns to his left and he says,
"Over there is ThunderClan. Cats say that they're the strongest but I don't think so." He mews, though he still sounds timid and unbearable. I can tell that he's just repeating what his mentor told him. Did someone order a stupid head? I didn't. I nod politely and look at Finchfang. Aw, wee lamb. I sigh and look to my right.
"Where's that?" I say, my voice sounding bored and emotionless.
He flinches and answers me.
"ShadowClan. They're the tough guys. Don't be mean to them or they will kill you. They're ruthless." he says softly, as if he must otherwise he will die. Probably the case. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if it was. I bite my lip before looking up at Finchfang. At this point I know that RiverClan is opposite us, so I don't ask.
"Uhm," I mumble, still pretty annoyed with him but somehow I know he was feeling fragile now. Oh, well. "do you want to teach me how to hunt for the elders?"
He looks down and offers me a friendly smile.
"Sure." he replies with a flick of his tail, standing up and walking away, still not asking me to follow him. Jerk.
I sigh, and follow with an angry expression on my face.
stay tuned for lemons in the next chapter 8D