Meddy Cat incounter (Puddles and Breezy)

[Breezy~Chan]

*Whitepaw*

A pair of blue eyes looked through a bush and one looked to be a white/blue with foam over it. A young silver spotted tabby walked out of the bush and was looking around with her one good eye. Her tail swayed side to side as she walked through RiverClan. You could see claw marks on the right side of her face and they ran over her right eye. Whitepaw never was the same after her run in with that tom. He had almost taken her sight from her and she would have been useless to RiverClan. All she would be able to do was have kits for the Clan. But who would want a she cat with a scarred face. Whitepaw kept her right eye closed most of the time. Because the sun light hurt it and it was already dark through it. So what was the use of keeping it open all the time and trying to see out of it. Whitepaw was lucky to have a mentor like Fallenstar. He had not given up on her after the attack and he kept her working on relearning. She was now again one of the best apprentices in training. Whitepaw took pride in knowing she was a fast learner. It was just luck she guessed and took ever turn on the read to recovering. The young apprentice soon found herself at a small stream near ShadowClan border's. Whitepaw looked at herself in the stream while sitting. Her good eye saw the terrible scar that went from the top of her head to her check on the right side of her face. Whitepaw had once been beauiful and now no tom would even want her with this ugly scar on her face. A few tears fell in to the stream and made ripples in the water. But the image of her ugly face always came back to hunt her.

[★ Siri]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/4k6xpf.jpg] Dimming sunlight glanced off the small Shadowclan cat's short pelt. Finely tipped ears moved independently of their wearer as the lithe feline slunk through her forest. White paws tread the path carefully, remaining silent. Juniperfeather could scent another. Although unsure of the whereabouts of this newcomer, she could tell that the cat was Riverclan. Her lip curled at the distinct smell of fish that rolled off the other's pelt in putrid waves. She never could understand how Riverclan could put up with it. Breathing a sigh of relief as the wind shifted, she found herself pacing slower as she neared her target. Up ahead, she saw a large frog sitting on its lonesome. Making a quick decision, she decided to nab the frog and bring it back to camp later. Dropping into a beginner's hunting stance, she readied her body for the pounce, rump wriggling to and fro as if it were its own separate entity. Long tail hung in the air like a flag, swaying in the momentum of the hunt. Her heartbeat quickened, as she slowly stopped moving. She lost all the excitement in a single moment. All the power she felt was gone. Sitting upright, she wondered what was wrong. She felt almost ... sad inside. It was like her world had become nothing. Pondering this, she decided to take a small trip to the stream that was nearby. Just outside the borders of Shadowclan, she felt that perhaps the stream could reveal the source of turmoil within her.

[Breezy~Chan]

Whitepaw was still looking at herself in the stream. She touched a small paw to her scarred face and wondered if she hadn't been out there with Fallenstar would have been killed by that rogue or would he have won the fight. Whitepaw didn't think of it much. She was happy to help Fallenstar and would do it all over again to keep her, papa Fallenstar safe. But at such a cost and now she had to retrain. But the good thing was that she was doing well in her training still. It was almost like she never lost her right eye. Whitepaw sighed as she slowly brought her paw down from her face. Looking again at herself in the stream and wondered if it had be wroth it to lost her sight. Even if it was just one eye; it still seemed wrong for something like this to happen to a cat as young as she was. She still trained with Fallenstar and no matter what she would get her warrior name.

At times it was hard to deal with the lose of sight and it confused her when this happens. Whitepaw smelt ShadowClan. But she didn't care, she was on her side of the border and the couldn't say anything to her about be near it. Whitepaw shook the thought from her head and looked around herself. A look of sadness crossed her face and she wandered if she would be forced to be Medicine cat apprentice because of the lose of half of her sight. Whitepaw would die on the inside if she ever had to be a Medicine Cat Apprentice and she wouldn't be able to have kits or a mate. Her crush on Shockpaw would have been for nothing. She hoped to tell him, feelings once they were warriors. She didn't want to say anything before than and maybe scare him off for good. Whitepaw never wanted this to happen to her and knowing that not many she-cats find mates because of some terrible scar or any other marking that makes them ugly. But Whitepaw didn't think much about her beauty in this matter. She was worried about losing her warriorship.