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Moonpaw
"You good for nothing mousebrain, you should have died from the age you were born!" he cowered away from the other larger, harsh looking cat. He didn't dare hit back... yet his heart clutched together in fear. Pain erupted everywhere as he felt claws hit him. He jerked up panting in the darkness of the night; upon a tree outside.
Why could it never leave me? Another night of the memory of his father striking at him... one of his last memory of the abusive parent tainted with blood of torment. They had left the clan when he was barely a kit and just before that they had bared all their hatred upon him. Brackenfur, his mentor had told him once that they had left to join the loner lands... he knew better; both his parents had betrayed his clan with a traiterous mark branded upon their fur.
Mist blew from all sides of the apprentice as he dropped down from the branches, running down towards the plains to try to free himslf of the thoughts. Thinking that if he used up his energy, the truth would be in fact what it had been, only a nightmare and nothing more. He hoped. But... he knew that was not so....
He forced back his fustrated tears (rare upon the cat) and tried to overcome the anger with his usual calmness and positiveness; he was hardly aware of anyone around him as he crouched by the lake, trying to stay strong.
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