Post by Spiderthorn on Jul 12, 2013 5:24:02 GMT
That was cute. The warrior was going to show him what he was going to do? Did Foxfang think he was scary? Spiderthorn didn't hide his contempt. It would be kit's play to jump away, and he was already tensing to do just that. He'd be happy to humiliate the big warrior in front of his apprentice and show him just how much size mattered when your opponent was faster and knew how to use it.
Then Foxfang dared to speak, dared to suggest what Spiderthorn had always known. Disgust and hatred ran through Spiderthorn, mixing into a venom deadlier then anything an adder could produce. The words of the cats he had grown up with rang in his ears, the taunts about being fatherless and the little jibes about being fatherless. The days of waiting and hoping that a father would magically appear and tell him that he was actually worth something.
He had always had a heart that called to the trees of Thunderclan rather then the swamps of Shadowclan. But he was a Shadowclan cat, and this changed nothing. He bared his fangs, shifting into an attack-ready crouch. Terror and hatred beat at his chest. What would Auburnstar do to him if she knew? What would she do to Thistlefur? What would his littermates think?
"Don't." Spiderthorn hissed, his voice a soft promise of violence. "Don't you dare talk about my mother that way. She'd never have anything to do with a cat like you! Thistlefur's a good cat and she's worth more then your entire clan put together!" Mama's boy. He knew what word of this would do to his mother, and he wasn't going to let it happen. Even if it was true.
Even if he had venom racing through his veins. Even if he was halfclan. Thistlefur had only tried to protect him and he was going to do the same for her.
"I don't know why you'd say that, but if you try to ruin her reputation I swear I'll stop you."
Then Foxfang dared to speak, dared to suggest what Spiderthorn had always known. Disgust and hatred ran through Spiderthorn, mixing into a venom deadlier then anything an adder could produce. The words of the cats he had grown up with rang in his ears, the taunts about being fatherless and the little jibes about being fatherless. The days of waiting and hoping that a father would magically appear and tell him that he was actually worth something.
He had always had a heart that called to the trees of Thunderclan rather then the swamps of Shadowclan. But he was a Shadowclan cat, and this changed nothing. He bared his fangs, shifting into an attack-ready crouch. Terror and hatred beat at his chest. What would Auburnstar do to him if she knew? What would she do to Thistlefur? What would his littermates think?
"Don't." Spiderthorn hissed, his voice a soft promise of violence. "Don't you dare talk about my mother that way. She'd never have anything to do with a cat like you! Thistlefur's a good cat and she's worth more then your entire clan put together!" Mama's boy. He knew what word of this would do to his mother, and he wasn't going to let it happen. Even if it was true.
Even if he had venom racing through his veins. Even if he was halfclan. Thistlefur had only tried to protect him and he was going to do the same for her.
"I don't know why you'd say that, but if you try to ruin her reputation I swear I'll stop you."
