This might be your last chance to RP with Thistle! So you know, come and join me and everyone's problematic fave

The deafening roar of chaos and confusion had begun to din as the days rolled by. Replaced only by the pounding of blood in your ears. Thumping like a drum and string your soul into it’s own state of turmoil. Once you toyed with your prey before ending its life...now you feel the fear the rabbits once did. A squirming by your side draws your muddled thought back to the medicine den. Body aching, joints swollen and mewling kits begging for attention...you ignore the pitch black fuzz ball that squeaks by your tail chilled by the afternoon breeze.

Currently you find yourself pacing back and forth along the edge of a marshy lake. Tail flicking wildly in the air, you bat any object in your path down into the water. They sink with a satisfying plop. 

"Of all the places we have to be stuck in, this has to be the worst. My beautiful fur will be ruined if I can't find a way to remove this sludge." 

As if to emphasis your own point, you shake out your thick fur and let chunks of dirt and grim fly through the air. However, as if the world was out to get you, the lake throws back splashes of slimy water in your direction dousing you in its foul smelling muck.  

You sigh and glare out at the space in front of you before giving up entirely and flopping on the ground.

You didn't like to admit it, but this new location wasn't half bad. Sure herbs were hard to find and your food consisted mainly of fish and water birds but that wasn't that bad. Your wounds had healed up nicely over the journey and the clean water had done wonders ease your tired muscles.  Of course you never went to far into the river, you didn't have much experience with swimming and you would rather not take the risk. 

Currently you find yourself wondering back down to the rivers edge. The prey pile was running low again and personally you were getting very hungry. As you got closer to the waters edge you noted that it seemed to be flowing pretty fast today. A few tentative steps into the water revealed that yes, it was flowing rather quickly today. How odd, that shouldn't pose much of a problem...would it? 

You peer closely into the water in hopes of finding some fish swimming past. The others made it seem easy, hook the little things and toss them out of the water, you could do that. 

Apparently it's harder then it looks. You soon find yourself pouncing left and right attempting to hook any of the slippery buggers and soaking wet. You soon become quite frustrated at the creatures and, upon noticing a particularly large fish swimming up stream, you move to pounce it. It doesn't turn out well.

Half way through the leap your prey performs its own jump out of the water and meets you half way through the air. It spins mid flight and slaps you across the jaw with its large tail. You go flying through the air and crash into deeper water. 

Previously:

And so it continues,

As it stands the camp grounds were relatively peaceful today. While it may still be leaf-bare, you personally found the weather extremely enjoyable. Not one to pass up a nap during a cold snap, and since you were not required to patrol or tutor for some time, you find yourself tucked into your usual napping position between two cedar roots.  

You note the return of Falconstep as he trots into the center of the camp and has a quick discussion with Ra over something you do not care to know about. You had never talked to the proud looking tom, but you had heard his name tossed around a few times. He appeared to be a reasonable fellow, if not a little standoffish at times.

The next thing you hear is one of the perimeters bushing rustling and the obnoxious voice of your fur ball apprentice. You prey to Starclan that she doesn't approach you. The situation is unlikely. 

The evening of the clan meeting you spent pacing back and forth just outside the camps entrance. You couldn't stand being in there at the moment, all the other cats had been snickering and jabbing fun at your expense ever since the meeting had come to a close. Frankly you were impressed by your own self control. Maybe all those moons spent on your own had mellowed out your temper? Temper what temper???

Your last clan wouldn't have dared put you up with an apprentice. Always said you were to unpredictable. As such you never expected yourself to have to train anyone, let along some scatterbrain, trembling, flee bitten, skin and bones furball. 

 How did Ra expect you to mentor a kit that probably didn't even know the difference between a cats  tail and a fox tail. You turned and raked your claws down the trunk of the nearest tree, gouging out deep slash marks in the process. 

No no! This wouldn't do at all! You would stomp right back in there and have a little discussion with Ra about his choice. He would obviously reconsider once he understood how much of a mistake he was making.