Spare Me Your Judgements; [Eveningpaw] ;Spare Me Your Dreams

As morning light flickered in dappled patterns through the canopy of trees, a large figure found itself waiting precariously at the edge of the Peaty Meadows. This 'figure' had been waiting since before dawn, in fact, and had not moved a single muscle (except to flicker a torn left ear) ever since he had situated himself into the squelching mud with an accomadated sigh of slight distaste. He had watched, green eyes locked to the sky, as Silverpelt shimmered and faded into the clouds; though the morning was sunny for the moment, it would surely rain by mid-day.

Bearheart quite enjoyed the transition from merciless night to innocent morning. It seemed surreal to him, almost, and his mood was greatly uplifted whenever he found the chance to pleasure himself to the sight of such an event. The stress of being deputy was probably more than one would ever really imagine- how in the world could organizing patrols, keeping up with mentor and apprentice duties, and fixing any and all problems whilst continuing with warrior duties and social life be hard to manage? Bearheart hadn't thought it would be in the slightest. Then again, in his first moons as deputy, it really wasn't. He had slacked for a time, trying to help raise his younger siblings and keeping his mind out of the affairs of his clan. It hadn't been until after his father and brother joined the ranks of the starry warriors that Bearheart had really kicked himself into gear. He wanted nothing more than to impress his leader while keeping his clan happy and safe. In the last four moons, he nearly doubled patrols, refused to let any apprentice fail the mangrove maze, and worked the clan harder than a pack of dogs. It was impossible to complain he was a dictator, however, for two reasons. One, he did not argue when Cunnerstar said what was what, and two, he worked harder than anyone. The massive tom seemed to have himself in almost every patrol, and many had come to the conclusion that he never slept or ate, neither of which were entirely true.

Today, however, was different. Today he was training his new apprentice, Eveningpaw, to hunt. Why had he taken on an apprentice, when he was already so busy? Because he felt that he needed to assert his authority more, and pactice his leadership skills. Not only this, but he also found that he loved to meddle in the affairs of the clan youths, and had been quite eager to teach an apprentice since his last one had graduated with flying colors. Eveningpaw in particular was a molly he knew he was destined to train; she was snarky, and rude, and frankly a bitch. She was a feminist who believed males were worthless to their full extent, and that she should rule over all the clans as a supreme queen. But not only was she vain and arrogant, she was intelligent. Bearheart had known since she was young that she would make a beautiful warrior; not just in looks, but in skill. Today, he finally got to see if he had been correct in this assumption. She knew where he was, and that she was to hurry out as soon as she woke. Now, all Bearheart had to do was wait.