His Severity

HIS SEVERITY
Written by Mieneke
I
"You show me so much disrespect!" The towering, scarlet tom stated loudly in his son's face. "Don't you ever walk away from me again, Redpaw!" The tom added, his vibrant golden eyes staring hatefully into his son's. These exact rebukes would occur quite often between Redpaw and his father, a highly respected warrior. Redpaw hated them. He had gotten used to hearing his father's unkind lectures everyday, though that wasn't quite the case anymore. Redpaw's father was always out training with his apprentice, who just so happened to be Redpaw's brother– Wolfpaw. Wolfpaw was a darker shade of red that Redpaw; he looked nothing like a wolf! If anything, Redpaw was the one who should've been named after a scary canine, right? Well, at least Redpaw thought so.
"Okay, Firestrike..." Redpaw replied dully, dragging out the final sound of his sentence to make it clear that he wasn't interested in being lectured by a cranky old tom. It was the most he could do to express how tedious his father was– Firestrike was known for getting mad because of little comments like those. So, Redpaw decided to refrain from saying it. To Firestrike's face, that is. Behind his back was fair game. "Say it respectfully!" Firestrike responded to his son, still just as furious as he was when Redpaw first upset him.
"Yes, Firestrike, I will never disrespect you again," Redpaw said louder and bolder than before, masking his tedium by a pretense that he truly wanted to respect Firestrike. What an act... "Good. Now I'm off to hunt with Wolfpaw. You'd better do something useful around here for once," The bulky, scarlet tom snapped. He didn't seem thankful for Redpaw's little facade; perhaps it was too evident? Redpaw's shoulder slouched as he watched his father leave the apprentice's den, relieved that his irritable father was finally gone. "And he thinks I'm the burden..." Redpaw mumbled, sitting down in the middle of the empty den. "What a fool."
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The next day would be similar to the previous. Redpaw would wake up in the apprentice's den, the variety of felines that were training along with him today scattered about, some asleep and some awake. His brother, Wolfpaw, whom he envied so dearly, was the first to notice his eyes hesitantly opening.
"Sleep well, Redpaw?" His deep red brother asked in a plain tone, the she-cat he was just having a conversation with trotting out of the den with a flick of her tail. Redpaw believed her name was Hazelpaw... everyone seemed to be fond of her, or at least jealous of the pretty she-cat. Redpaw wasn't, however. She was very typical. "Mhm," Redpaw hummed to Wolfpaw in response, still feeling very groggy from his long night's rest.
This chapter is a work in progress!
Category:Stories
Category:Cats