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Fawnpaw fell to the earth with a dull thud, her breath escaping her lips. A wheeze slipped through her teeth as her lungs fought to draw oxygen into them. Bramblingstripe’s gaze flickered with sympathy before hardening back into a stone mask. He glanced down at her, lip curling slightly.
Her stamina training wasn’t harsh, but it was something one previously sick didn’t do well on.
“You haven’t even done half of what you promised you would.” he barked, tutting in disappointment.
“It hurts.” his apprentice’s hoarse, yet sharp voice had him reevaluating her once more.
Her breathing was ragged, as her lungs and muscles weren’t used to so much oxygen and blood being pumped through them. Her legs were wobbly and her face was screwed up with pain yet that stubborn streak, that he had yet to stamp out, was still there.
“Of course it does, you’re out of shape. This is why we’re doing this. You want to be strong don’t you?” He admonished, every fiber in his being aching to help her up, to support her gently as she hurt. However, she couldn’t rely on sympathy. If she wanted to catch up to Tigerpaw, if she wanted to be a warrior, she had to start from scratch. The younger cat nodded, jerking her head down once before looking back up.
“Then act like it.” he finished, voice crisp with authority. She immediately snarled, knowing he always used these words against her.
Sickness and lack of exercise may have weakened her, yet she told him the day they’d met she wanted to be the strongest warrior. He was only helping her achieve her wishes.
That meant he wouldn’t help her up. If she wanted this, she had to prove it.
Get up kid, show me you want this.
Fawnpaw struggled up, dropping once before gritting her teeth and letting another snarl pass from the depth of her throat.
Yet she pushed herself up on her own.
Bramblingstripe looked down his nose at the apprentice infront of him, she returning his gaze with a furious and determined one of her own.
“Again.”

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catcanoe

Fawnpaw fell to the earth with a dull thud, her breath escaping her lips. A wheeze slipped through her teeth as her lungs fought to draw oxygen into them. Bramblingstripe’s gaze flickered with sympathy before hardening back into a stone mask. He glanced down at her, lip curling slightly.
Her stamina training wasn’t harsh, but it was something one previously sick didn’t do well on.
“You haven’t even done half of what you promised you would.” he barked, tutting in disappointment.
“It hurts.” his apprentice’s hoarse, yet sharp voice had him reevaluating her once more.
Her breathing was ragged, as her lungs and muscles weren’t used to so much oxygen and blood being pumped through them. Her legs were wobbly and her face was screwed up with pain yet that stubborn streak, that he had yet to stamp out, was still there.
“Of course it does, you’re out of shape. This is why we’re doing this. You want to be strong don’t you?” He admonished, every fiber in his being aching to help her up, to support her gently as she hurt. However, she couldn’t rely on sympathy. If she wanted to catch up to Tigerpaw, if she wanted to be a warrior, she had to start from scratch. The younger cat nodded, jerking her head down once before looking back up.
“Then act like it.” he finished, voice crisp with authority. She immediately snarled, knowing he always used these words against her.
Sickness and lack of exercise may have weakened her, yet she told him the day they’d met she wanted to be the strongest warrior. He was only helping her achieve her wishes.
That meant he wouldn’t help her up. If she wanted this, she had to prove it.
Get up kid, show me you want this.
Fawnpaw struggled up, dropping once before gritting her teeth and letting another snarl pass from the depth of her throat.
Yet she pushed herself up on her own.
Bramblingstripe looked down his nose at the apprentice infront of him, she returning his gaze with a furious and determined one of her own.
“Again.”