Username: LittleMaple
Cat Name: Dustlily
Gender: female she/her
Rank: warrior
Clan:AetherclanAge: 5 years
Prompt: Dustlily lets out a mrrow of laughter when you ask her if she’s ever lost her cool. She has to take a moment to collect herself and stop laughing before she can answer your question. “Well, of course, I have! Every cat that’s ever lived has lost their temper,” she tells you, covering her mouth with her paw while she stifles another chuckle. You ask her to be specific, or at least tell you about a time that they
really got mad. She ponders this question for a moment, very deep in thought. “Well… there was this one apprentice…” she trails off, and you nudge closer to her in an effort to get her to keep talking. She looks over at you mischievously before she starts.
“They were a bit of a troublemaker, always getting themselves into situations that I would have to go get them out of. One day, we were on a patrol along the border of our clan. Mind you, this was long before my days in Aetherclan, and my clan was more of a rag-tag group of warriors. We arrived at the nearby thunderpath, and
that’s when the trouble started. I was telling them to stand back while I checked around and marked that part of the border. They listened, for about one second! I was about to turn back to tell them that the coast was clear, and they could start looking around. When I looked though, they were gone! I tried to remain calm, and looked around the trees for a moment to find them.”
“After running around for what felt like forever, I finally spotted them hiding in one of the tall trees. When I asked them what in the name of Starclan they were thinking, they said it was just a prank. Ha! A prank! I couldn’t believe my ears. I lost it on that poor apprentice. I yelled at them about how they were being extremely immature and that they could’ve seriously gotten hurt, and I made the poor thing
cry. I felt so guilty, I even tried to get my leader to revoke my mentor privileges. Of course, he didn’t, and I managed to make a big impact on that apprentice! They were one of the best fighters we ever had.”
Dustlily sighs again, a sadness filling her eyes with a tinge of fondness to it. She looks over at you and nudges you with her shoulder. “Well? That good enough for losing my cool?” She asks you. You nod vigorously, and she laughs loudly. She stands, stretches, and pads towards the warriors’ den. You watch her go, wondering about the look you saw in her eyes as she left. Why did she leave that clan, if she seemed so happy in it? (469/500)