Starpaw almost regretted agreeing to go hunting with her brother, especially as he had begun to raise from his normal soft and faraway tone and into a crescendo of shouts and aggravated yowls. It was so unlike her brother to show both such emotion and disapproval that she couldn't help but feel a deep and unrelenting shame. It was her fault.
Hunting didn't come easily for her. She could boss her siblings around, patch their wounds, and make sure they were taking care of themselves just fine, but the second a cat tried to point her towards prey she found herself a discombobulated mess of a cat. It just didn't make sense, if she was honest. It was all too slow, with a great need for the patience she didn't have when it came to the outdoors. Any small thing could frighten away prey and it'd flee so fast that she couldn't even dream of matching that speed. It was easy enough for Whisperpaw, who was quiet both verbally and physically, but for Starpaw she couldn't help but trip over herself each time. She wanted results, and quickly.
And now she had frightened away a flock of birds. Birds that they obviously weren't going to catch in the first place, but it was clearly enough to prove the unspoken point she knew her brother was holding onto. She hated how useless she was, especially as she watched her clan wither away around her. Everyone was working so hard, and then there was her...
"I'm really trying," she whispered softly. Her brother frowned and hesitated with a paw lingering in the air.
"I-I know, I do." He crumbled, his face softening into a sad and distressed frown. "It's just- you're so good at everything, and then we go to hunt and it's just... Do you need more practice, maybe?"
More practice? Hadn't she been training this entire time? They were just apprentices, after all, and yet she was the furthest behind in hunting out of all her siblings. She was failing, and likely wouldn't receive her warrior name at this rate.
"Maybe I'm just not good enough."