"Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend."
Lionpaw
Tom | 6 Moons Old | Fluffy Golden Tabby Tom With Frosty Blue Eyes | Warrior Apprentice | Location: RiverClan Camp; Near Wetrock | Mentions: All

Lionpaw felt himself being dragged again and sighed before raising an eyebrow. "I'm not making a fuss. I'm explaining things for you warriors." He simply meowed before raising an eyebrow. "As a kit I lived 3 moons out in the wild with a careless father and no protection. I think I'm strong. And you basically want me to get strong by torturing me? Injuring me? Good luck with that." He meowed before sighing heavily again. "Didn't you even hear my explanation? Or are you just ignoring me 'cause I just explained everything to you." He meowed with no interest before ripping himself out of his grasp, some fur ripping out. He hissed in pain and narrowed his eyes. "Some warrior you are." He meowed, shaking his fur, trying to cover the bloody spot up but failed to do so before smirking. "Y'know. Cats are gonna ask me what happens, y'know what I'm gonna say?" He chuckled. "Oh! It was one of my cat's senior warriors! I told him it hurt me but he continued doing it until it bled!" He said in a fake distressed voice before growling. "That wouldn't be good for you now, would it?" He asked before sighing and getting up to walk away from the warriors, his eyes narrowed all the way before he heard a howl and immediately widened his icy blue eyes and sniffed through his nose, his fur bristling before he growled and unsheathed his claws. "Yowl... Yowls and barks... Has to be a stupid mouse-dunged fox and a.. A cat? Maybe some "prey" of the fox?" He asked himself before growling. In the 3 moons of his kithood without the clan he had run into these cowards and a bunch of badgers, all he did was ran but one time he had to fight his way through... It wasn't good. He shook his head, releasing the thoughts away before he raced out of camp.

"Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend."
Lionpaw
Tom | 6 Moons Old | Fluffy Golden Tabby Tom With Frosty Blue Eyes | Warrior Apprentice | Location: RiverClan Camp; Near Wetrock | Mentions: All

The fluffy golden tabby continued to race out of camp, leaping over branches and puddles of water. He panted heavily as he continued to run, straining his muscles and lungs as he raced and jumped over many obstacles before he tripped over his paws. "Fox-dung!" He hissed and struggled to get back on his large and clumsy paws before running yet again, not caring if he was putting all his weight on his injured paw. He felt the scent of salty blood in his nose and he growled, unsheathing his claws. He didn't know what to do... Or what clan cats did. But what rogues did.. They fought... Fought and wouldn't be beaten. He stalked forwards and narrowed his eyes in concentration. That's when he leapt out at it and raked his claws along every part of the fox, trying to remember the moves his father "taught" him.