WTAE! Startlepaw!!

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Warning: this will only really make sense (the naming, dynamics, etc.) if you’re in the wc fandom, but it’s still worth a read! Startlepaw clawed at his mentor, just narrowly missing. He hissed, looking to the side feeling dejected. “You’ll get it.” Brownfeather reassures him. “Try again.” Startlepaw looks up at Brownfeather, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t think I’m ever going to become a warrior.” He admits suddenly. “I can’t hunt, and apparently not fight.” He snarls, pinning his ears to the back of his head. Brownfeather studies him awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure how to reassure the young cat. “You’re still a newer apprentice.” He says, which did NOT help much “Try again.” … Startlepaw was out hunting. He had just caught mouse-scent and swiftly dropped into a hunting crouch. He silently padded over to the mouse, and sprang. Much to his surprise he felt another cat shove him from the side. The breath was knocked out of him as he skidded across the ground, the stranger’s claws planted in his fur. Gasping in reach for the breath that had just been knocked out of him, he looks up at his attacker. They were an orange koi-striped cat with piercing blue eyes. After a moment of trying to recognize their scent… “Wait, you’re not from my clan at all!” Startlepaw snarls, he pulls a paw back to fight, but the cat shoves his paw back down in one swift movement. “Listen..” they start. “I- you- just don’t hun the mouse, okay?” They stammer. Startlepaw looks up at the cat, confusing written plainly on their face. “O-okay..” he murmurs. … Startlepaw shooks himself of the bedding from his nest as he snuck out the next night. His siblings had just became warriors. He was still just an apprentice. Why? Because he seemed to be unable to master any skills needed to be a warrior. He trots off to the spot where he usually met the orange cat. They had strangely become friends after that encounter, since the orange cat had only really wanted to protect the mouse. Turned out it had belonged to one of their rogue friends, as a pet. Startlepaw was mildly confused by that, but had chosen not to question it. Oh- he was there. He sat in the clearing, his tail twitching impatiently waiting for the orange cats to arrive. After a moment, the orange cat leapt down from a tree branch and greeted him. After a moment of polite chatter, Startlepaw asks, “Wait- I never quite caught your name.” The orange cat pauses for a moment as if debating wheather or not to tell him. “My name is Jester.” He says. “I- I’m what you ‘warriors’ call a Kittypet.”