Harder Better Faster Stronger [Stonetail]

[wild]

Work it harder, Make it better
Do it faster, Makes us stronger

Shadeclaw pushed his way through the thin undergrowth, he didn't care how much noise he was making; he knew he would be making a whole lot more once Stonetail caught up to him, and they began their spar. He was not really concerned whether Pebbleclaw and Whitetail came too or not, all things considered. He wouldn't mind having an audience. The only reason he didn't want to have this spar back in camp was because Owlstar would or some other cat would take it the wrong way. Leave it up to Owlstar to be that thick, of course, Shadeclaw thought ruefully. He scoffed under his breath. He knew he wasn't on Owlstar's good side, but he also knew that Owlstar wouldn't even give proper punishment anyway, whether the fight was real or not. But then, why in StarClan's name would Shadeclaw want to hurt a fellow Clanmate?

Shadeclaw found himself in a small clearing. He could see the paw prints of the cats that came here to train. The air was thick with their scents, and his lip curled. Probably training to fight rabbits, he thought, and let out a mrrow of laughter. Wasn't he clever. In all seriousness, Shadeclaw was not satisfied with the way mentors trained their apprentices. No, if he had an apprentice, he would train them the right way. He would mold them into the perfect warrior. Shadeclaw did have a history of being a little tougher on young cats, but he always believed that his toughness would toughen the little one up. He believed that if a cat was too sensitive to take a little criticism, they were not fit to be a warrior. If he found out that his apprentice did not believe in StarClan, he would cease mentor-ship. Non-believers had to be punished.

Shadeclaw shook his head to clear it of this nonsense. He knew he would not get an apprentice, and he certainly didn't want one. All he wanted was the spar, and that spar he would get if it was the last thing he did. Shadeclaw sheathed and unsheathed his sharp claws. His prized posessions. He would never rip his claws out for anyone. Not Owlstar, not Mistpelt, not for StarClan themselves. He was loyal to StarClan though, and he knew they would never ask such a thing. Shadeclaw was not happy with the fact that only leaders were allowed to share dreams with his most favourite thing, other than his claws, of course. Shadeclaw knew he was not meant to be medicine-cat. He wanted to be leader. He wanted it desperately. Shadeclaw shook his head a second time, once again to clear it. He stared at the broken and parted ferns he had just emerged from, waiting for another cat to do the same.

More than ever, Hour after hour
Work is never over

lyrics; Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - Daft Punk