[Tiabirb]

Swiftfire-WindClan Warrior-She/her

Her fur was sluffed up to combat the wind, and not for the first time, she wished she had been born with a thicker pelt. Each stride from the long-legged warrior would easily be three strides for Twistedpaw, and it was this little fact that Swiftfire had to keep in the back of her mind as she trudged the slopes of WindClan's territory with Batglare and the mangled apprentice.

How anyone thought that such an apprentice could make a decent warrior was beyond her. She had tried to be open-minded before, even had an apprentice of her own that had been disabled in a few ways...but that hadn't stopped Swiftfire from trying her hardest to do her best. But when they had run away, disappeared, vanished without a trace, she had been more than a little heartbroken and frustrated that she had lost her chance to prove herself a good mentor.
Now, just looking at Twistedpaw made her claws prick and twitch with anger and resentment. It wasn't Twistedpaw's fault that these feelings became present and strong the moment they had left camp, nor that they were growing in intensity with every few steps and anxious glance cast her way.

Looking like a rabbit that's been caught with its ears tangled.... The tortoiseshell and white warrior thought bitterly to herself, and she allowed herself a stern glare at the apprentice when she grew slack-jawed to catch the scent of rabbit that came hopping over the hills and into their noses.

Swiftfire scented the air to confirm the apprentice's claim before mewing, "A rabbit, huh? You do know WindClan hunts as a team, right? That's what makes WindClan the best; Teamwork. Sure. The fastest warriors can snag a rabbit on their own, but our best chances is for us to work together and drive the rabbit where we want it to go: Right into our claws." Her tone was clearly sharper than it needed to be, but her message was still clear: That was a firm 'No' from the tortoiseshell.

She passed her gaze to Batglare, the mentor here. Would he contradict her? Tell her to mind her own? Privately, she kind of hoped he snapped at her. Tell her to get lost. Then she wouldn't have to look at a figurative representation of her own mentoring failure.

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