Ivypaw felt her legs tremble. She ducked her head as her mentor slid closer. He leaned down, and she felt how small she was as he towered over her.
"Ivypaw," his voice boomed in the confined space and the silver she-cat shivered. He leaned down so he was level to her. His blue eyes were luminous against his dark fur, his mouth twisted into a sneer. "You are not concentrating." He all but roared, and Ivypaw nearly let out a small wail of fear. He slashed out a brown paw, and a small scar was added to the smaller, silver cat's striped cheek.
Ivypaw closed her eyes, inhaling sharply, her lashes sticking to each other, clogged with dried blood. She exhaled a long, shuddering sigh and wiped the raw cut with the back of her white paw, staining it crimson.
Hawkfrost had been watching in disgust the entire time. His hoarse breath ruffled her light fur. He turned away from her wtih only a curt look over his shoulder. "Go." He snorted.
"Wh-what?" The young she-cat stammered.
He half twisted toward her, glaring, blue eyes as cold as frost, and Ivypaw wondered how she had ever thought he was of StarClan.
"You are of no use to me when your head is as unclear as fog." He had said much crueler things to her, and Ivypaw found herself thankful for the leave.
She turned, not happy, but relieved at least, but the fact remained that she would be forced to come back the next night.
I don't WHAT I was thinking when I wrote this. o.O It's just something really random. It was really late when I wrote it, and it was just sitting in my files, so I just published it. *Shrug*