You still need a tour? (Private)

**gs29513** · #1 January 6th, 2025, 07:33 PM

@FANNIBAL (Bro's 11 moons old and hasn't had a tour, if that's not worth bullying nothing is)
It was with no small amount of trepidation that Brindlepaw approached Wrenwing. He was far too old to be needing a territory tour, a full 11 moons, but his first few mentors had never gotten to that point and then he'd become ill. So it was maybe a little bit his fault, he could have asked other warriors before now, but it also wasn't entirely his fault. Just a bit. Or maybe half. Whatever, it didn't matter. He was trying to get it done NOW, and that was what mattered. He just had to hope that Wrenwing was chill about the whole thing.

.....Hey Wrenwing. he mewed, ears low. He was embarrassed, what of it? It was embarrassing! He just had to hope the warrior didn't notice that he was super old, and get on with it. I was wondering if, uh...you'd be willing to take me on a territory tour? I got sick and all that, and so I'm, uh....a bit behind. He was behind before the sickness, but that was neither here nor there. Actually it could become very here if Wrenwing remembered when he was apprenticed (though why would they?), but he was optimistic enough to think this wouldn't be the case.

**FANNIBAL** · #2 January 6th, 2025, 07:59 PM

Wrenwing snickered and stood up. "Seriously? You still need that? It's like the first thing you learn. And don't give me that stupid rat-dung excuse. You've been an apprentice." The young cat spat, a grimace on his face. @gs29513

**gs29513** · #3 January 6th, 2025, 09:17 PM

So apparently Wrenwing was going to be a pain in the tail. Brindlepaw's fur puffed up in anger, tail lashing as he faced the young warrior. As a matter of a fact, I do. he huffed, doing his best to stretch his already pretty expansive height to its maximum. He wasn't going to get beaten down by this rat of a warrior, he WASN'T. Yes he felt a bit bad, a bit indicted, because he probably should have gotten it done beforehand. But he wasn't going to take the yap from this stuck up warrior. And as a warrior, supposedly, you're supposed to help teach me. That's kind of your job, ya know? Not mouthing off for no reason. Because, while Wrenwing might have a point that was making Brindlepaw want to cringe away into nothingness, he wasn't about to show it! @FANNIBAL

**FANNIBAL** · #4 January 7th, 2025, 12:19 AM

"Shut up. There's no excuse for that. You're just lazy. I'm not teaching a lazy cat that didn't ask for this earlier." Wrenwing snapped, baring his teeth. No way this mangy rat had the audacity to say a word about what he's supposed to do. "And you're supposed to ask earlier than eleven moons!" He gently put a paw on Brindlepaws muzzle and carefully forced her head down to look at the ground. If he was caught with his claws out against the apprentices face, he would be fresh-kill.
@gs29513

**gs29513** · #5 January 7th, 2025, 09:11 AM

This mangy furball. Brindlepaw would tear him to shreds, he really would. At least, if he actually knew how to beat someone up. As he most certainly did NOT know how to beat up a fully grown warrior, he had to settle for hissing and arguing. He was…..well, he wasn’t the most clever so this wasn’t his forte, but Wrenwing wasn’t as smart as that little Shadowclan fuzzball so they were evenly enough matched. If I was lazy I wouldn’t be asking now! You’re the lazy one, who can’t be bothered to get off your tail and do something useful! Brindlepaw hissed, tail lashing. It might not be the best defense, but he wasn’t exactly in a defensible position right now. He SHOULD have asked for a tour, but he wasn’t going to admit it.

And then it got worse. More insulting. Wrenwing was gentle enough to avoid any real harm, and thus repercussions, but he slowly and surely forced Brindlepaw to face the dirt, nose on his muzzle. The apprentice’s ears burned in shame, mostly because he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. What was there to do? Reaching up with his left paw, he tried to bat at Wrenwings limb, to get it off his muzzle. His first few swats missed, as he couldn’t exactly see what he was trying to hit, but he kept swinging. His claws were sheathed, he was no idiot, but his embarrassment (stars he hoped his sisters and Lioncrest couldn’t see this) was growing. @FANNIBAL (OOC note, reasonable pp perms given to Wren as Brindle is still a pretty untrained apprentice)

**FANNIBAL** · #6 January 7th, 2025, 05:44 PM

Wrenwing had to resist bursting out laughing at the apprentices attempt at getting him to stop. "Pfft- please. Just stop and accept your place, worm." He growled "You'll fail your stupid assessment and be a failure. Your family should be disgusted by you." He hissed, spitting on the warriors paw. (What does pp perms mean? I assume it means powerplay.) @gs29513

**gs29513** · #7 January 15th, 2025, 10:10 PM

(Sorry for the delay! Yup, powerplay perms!) @FANNIBAL
This was horrible. This was like every time Tansyjaw looked at him ever, disgust and disappointment where Brindlepaw wanted to see....anything else. It didn't even have to be pride, acceptance of his worth in some degree would be sufficient. Clearly he wasn't going to get it though. Not from a rat like Wrenwing, and never from Tansyjaw. This could be the part of the story where he decided to take it by force, where he squared his shoulders, and threw the warrior off and stood up for himself, but alas. It was not to be. Instead, Brindlepaw seemed to curl in on himself, large frame collapsing and folding until he was hunkered down to the ground, shoulders pinched, nose in the dirt.

He barely flinched as the spit struck his paw, ears flattened back against his head in shame. Wrenwing was RIGHT, and as much as he wanted to yowl at the bully of a tom, there was no denying the facts. He was supposed to be held to a HIGHER standard, his family's standard, and he was failing even by those of a normal warrior. A normal cat. He was worse than normal, and while he didn't think Lioncrest or Dovefluff would SAY they were disgusted by him, Tansyjaw most certainly would, if she were around. I'm not a worm. he muttered, still keeping up some show of resistance, at least verbally. The defiant words were in stark contrast to his hunched posture though, and made it hard to take him seriously. And my mother wouldn't be ashamed of me. But his father might. And his grandmother most certainly would be.

**FANNIBAL** · #8 January 16th, 2025, 06:56 AM

@gs29513 "Hush. I don't want to hear your dumb excuse- matter-a-fact, who is your family, so I can tell them what a pathetic little slime-furred shrew you are.." The black tomcat hissed, rubbing his saliva into Brindlepaws leg, then taking what was left over and rubbing it on the apprentices muzzle. "And yes you are. Worms don't know where they are, neither will you. But I'll do you a favor. I'll do your assessment when the time comes. I'll be fair, promise." Wrenwing lied straight through his teeth.

**dino.** · #9 January 16th, 2025, 07:39 AM

It wasn't hard to hear this going down from her den. Bumblestar rarely stepped out these days unless for something urgent, and this? This was more than urgent. This wouldn't fly.

She shouldered through the lichen curtain, took one look at what was happening, and tore across the clearing with intent on sinking her claws into Wrenwing's haunches and forcing him to the ground.

"Keep off him!" If she managed to pin him, she would grip the top of his head and force it into the snow and dirt. "What the hell do you think you're doin'?!"

[ HRs have the ability to intervene in private threads if what's happening is disruptive or displays a threat to the Clan. Since this takes place in the clearing and within earshot, and Wrenwing is assaulting a Clanmate, Bumblestar is stepping in - @FANNIBAL @gs29513 ]

**gs29513** · #10 January 18th, 2025, 10:40 PM

Brindlepaw pretty much just wanted to curl up and disappear into the ground, but unfortunately that wasn't an option. Ugh. He settled for just lying still, not particularly hopeful that Wrenwing would get bored and leave him alone but willing to try a lot of things. The next option was probably crying, or hoping that Lioncrest did come and save him. Or straight up attacking his clanmate, though that was mostly a last resort plan. He was fairly certain that, as disappointing as he was now, he would be more of a disappointment if he got exiled for violence.

What was not one of his plans for getting out of this mess was Bumblestar coming to his rescue. His eyes blew wide as the leader came hurtling out of her den, lunging at Wrenwing. He scrambled away most ignominiously, getting to his feet with wild fur. I'm fine! he called, hovering in morbid fascination as to what Bumblestar was going to do. What Wrenwing was doing. What was he supposed to do in this situation? A lot of things had happened in the past couple minutes, and his little pea brain was struggling to keep pace. I'm fine, I'm not injured or anything, it's okay. Why he felt this important to reiterate was unknown, but it was just about all he could come up with. @dino. @FANNIBAL