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The young apprentice Ratpaw shrunk back, fur sucked tight to her body in fear as she cowered in front of her mentor, eyes wide with fear as she almost disappeared in the massive tom’s shadow.
”The Clan comes first!” Goldstripe hissed lowly, his already massive cream tabby pelt raised in anger. ”The elders saw you take the last bird, before they’d been fed. Have you no respect for those who devoted their lives to ensuring you had a place to live, to hunt, to be born?!” the apprentice’s mentor, an older warrior, growled, fangs bared menacingly. The apprentice, promoted just a moon ago, seemed on the verge of fainting, her whole body trembling.
Palestrike’s pallid coat could be seen at the far side of camp, the she-cat’s tail flicking as she turned and padded away from the previously gathered group of warriors from announcing the daily patrols. Nothing seemed out of place as she scanned the camp out of the corner of her eyes, but after another few seconds she spotted the clear distress of the apprentice, flattened on the ground in fear as Goldstripe’s hiss was brought to her attention.
Like a ghost she approached the pair, patiently digesting the situation before her eyes glossed with hardened disappointment, weaponized as much as a claw swipe. “Goldstripe is right, Rawpaw. You are Shadowclan.” Her anger was a measured thing, not basted in fury, but controlled at a measured volume. If that posed to be more intimidating, all the better. Perhaps that would hammer the message further than the undirected menace the older warrior displayed. “Your Elders have lived many times your own life. You need to be reminded of their hardships. To the Elder’s den with you to pick every last tick from their hides, and then, perhaps, you won’t forget that the highest honor is to serve.”
Once the apprentice picked herself off the ground and made her way to accept her punishment, Palestrike didn’t even bother to look at the puffed up warrior. Tsking with a shake of her head, the she-cat continued. “That was unnecessary, Goldstripe. You’ll only break a cat with fear. Everything starts with the Warrior Code – her shortcomings will reflect on you, but you must mold her with care. Don’t let it happen again.” A warning glance was spared to the warrior before she padded away, leaving the warrior to his own thoughts.