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| - The dog lunges for me, and instead of staying up in front like I'm supposed to, I scramble backwards, running into two of the defensives. I trip, and they trip with me, until the entire formation's ruined. Starshadow jerks on the chain linked to the dog's collar, and it yelps in pain, sitting back and rubbing its neck with its hind paw. "Skyflight!" Rockstorm bellows, abandoning his post at the side of the clearing and charging straight for me with Featherflame in tow. "What under the sky do you think you're doing?" I walk away from it all. I jump, startled. Are those my thoughts...?
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| - The dog lunges for me, and instead of staying up in front like I'm supposed to, I scramble backwards, running into two of the defensives. I trip, and they trip with me, until the entire formation's ruined. Starshadow jerks on the chain linked to the dog's collar, and it yelps in pain, sitting back and rubbing its neck with its hind paw. "Skyflight!" Rockstorm bellows, abandoning his post at the side of the clearing and charging straight for me with Featherflame in tow. "What under the sky do you think you're doing?" "I-I'm sorry!" I flinch under his furious gaze, ducking away from him in fear. "I'm so sorry!" "Had this been a field operation, all of you would be dead by now!" If possible, Rockstorm's voice seems to escalate in volume. "I can't have you ruining my squads' formations and interrupting their training, you little fish. Either muscle up and do your work, or quit the squad. I don't want to see your face again until you can face me like a warrior." With that, he turns and stalks away from me, yelling "Again!" over his shoulder to the remaining cats, who in turn shout "Yes, defeater!" back to him and get ready to face the dog again. I walk away from it all. Something inside of me seems to sigh. You can't possibly face that thing again. I jump, startled. Are those my thoughts...? But nothing else weird happens. I wilt a little, scolding myself for being such a weakling. I just need to make it back to my den, and then I can crash there and not be bothered with this world anymore. I never wanted to be a warrior, see. But after both of my parents died when I was a kit, I lost the right to choose my occupation and was forced into my current life. I'm weak and a coward - I know that, and it's not something I can really change. But if I try to change occupations now, at ten moons old, I'd only be laughed at and ridiculed by both groups, not to mention that I'd be four moons behind everyone else. Chills run down my spine, and I quicken my pace, running hard until I reach the warriors' den, where I curl up with my paws clamped over my ears and my eyes shut tight. I stay there until I fall asleep.
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