What do to, what to do...[open]

[Lemon Zinger]

Dancingflame sat at the hills, wondering what adventures he could have today. He looked around to see if any of his clanmates were nearby. He could hunt, but he was bored with that and hated to be alone. What he needed was a really pretty she-cat, but really, any company would do.

[loneh]

A monotonous Sleetpaw padded stiffly--more like marched, across the open hills. With nothing to do at the camp he opted for a place to sun himself and perhaps catch some prey to bring back to the freshkill pile. As his legs carried him on his gaze fixed on a glowing red pelt, it could not go by unnoticed. Unhurried, he approached the older cat and gave a stilted nod, silver ears twitching.

[Lemon Zinger]

"Hello Sleetpaw." Dancingflame said slowly. This apprentice acted older than his age, and Dancingflame felt like a kit in comparison. His tail flicked as he got excited at the prospect of a companion to break the loneliness off. These hills could be very lonesome, especially if it was foggy.

[ρυяє]

A small, gray tabby chased a rabbit at her fullest speed, which was, of course, not very fast due to her short legs. A flaming blur caught her eye, making her step over her own paws and fall headlong over the grassy ground. Cussing in her mind, Silverpaw watched the rabbit get away as she stood up with dignity, hoping no one had seen her embarrassing fall.
Turning her head to see who was the owner of such bright pelt, the short femcat noticed Dancingflame sitting next to, was that Sleetpaw?, on top of a hill.
"Tch," she spat, olive eyes narrowed and her silvery underbelly brushing against the newly sprouted grass as she crept up the hill towards the two cats, her intentions clear in the mischievous spark of her eyes.

[loneh]

Tilting his head slightly to the side, and ears twitching as if picking up a sound, the apprentice's pale amber orbs seemed for a moment, to be searching something; he became aware.
He decided to ignore it and his gaze fell back on the older warrior. Calmly, and maintaining a respectful, formal tone the younger tomcat meowed, "Morning Dancingflame. How's the prey running?" By the last, Sleetpaw meant, of course, how has he been.

[Lemon Zinger]

Dancingflame grinned. "Well I raced a rabbit, but he won. A hawk tried to outfly me but I beat him." Came Dancingflame's amused reply. The voice of his former mentor telling him to act his age did nothing to placate his playfulness. "How about you? Beat any badgers? Fix any foxes?"

[ρυяє]

The mischievous little little she-cat flicked her tail, and in the blink of an eye, tackled Sleetpaw in one movement. "Haha!" She mewed in mirth, her little gray paws pressing against the other apprentice's flank. "Hello Dancingflame, Sleetpaw," she added with a smirk, her whiskers twitching.

[Lemon Zinger]

Dancingflame purred in amusement as Silverpaw leaped out onto Sleetpaw. It was amusing to see her putting her pouncing skills to use in the same manner he had as an apprentice. "Hello Silverpaw. And how is my apprentice doing today?" Dancingflame asked.

[loneh]

"Really." The young tom had meowed as Dancingflame said such discrepancies. The humor-lacking tom just meowed as if it were just a matter of simple facts, "I have not seen any latel--"

Sleetpaw was thrown from his paws, and laid on his side, unamused watching Silverpaw from the ground. He had felt his presence earlier but had not bothered to call her out, which resulted in such situation. "Hello to you too, Silverpaw." Was his calm responce.

[ρυяє]

Getting off Sleetpaw, Silverpaw padded proudly to sit beside her mentor. "I've been fine," The short apprentice said shrilly. "Even better now that I've tackled someone." She added with another smirk toward Sleetpaw. "How's the view from down there, eh, Sleetpaw?" Curling her tail half way around her legs, the gray tabby proceeded to lick her paw nonchalantly.

[Lemon Zinger]

Dancingflame chuckled. "A warrior should always be on his or her guard. You never know when your enemy will strike..." He said to Sleetpaw with mock seriousness before proceeding to whirl around to try to tap Silverpaw lightly on the shoulder with a paw. "See, like that."

[loneh]

Serious Sleetpaw. He did not register sarcasm or jokes, and at Silverpaw's smirk and remark he just meowed, unperturbed, "it's just a different angle of the same landscape."
Rising to his paws without a hint of embarrassment or annoyance the young tomcat meowed, this time directed to the warrior. "I had scented her, but thought it unimportant, given she is a clanmate." As if thinking it twice, and to not sound rude, he added, "I will work harder to be a better warrior, then." Dancingflame's mock-serious charade did not register.

[ρυяє]

Silverpaw was almost unbalanced from where she was sitting by her mentor's pat. Catching herself with a paw, the proud little she-cat did as if nothing had happened. "Yes," she said through gritted teeth. "Like that.."

She couldn't believe how dense Sleetpaw was. Different angle.. By Starclan... Silverpaw looked dully at the other apprentice. Then, at Sleetpaw's next words, she said rudely, "Dancingflame said it mockingly you rock head.."

[Lemon Zinger]

Dancingflame could see this might become hostile, but then decided to wait a moment before chastising Silverpaw. He wanted to see Sleetpaw's reaction. Something about the apprentice told him he needed some fun. Some really big fun. Dancingflame wondered if the young tom had ever even laughed. He knew his past, but Dancingflame couldn't believe Sleetpaw would become so... serious.

[loneh]

The apprentice's uninterested gaze averted to his small clanmate. "Mockingly?" He meowed, his stance firm, yet his expression serene. Closing his pale amber orbs he articulated, "I responded to what Dancingflame's words mean, not what they connote." Blinking, Sleetpaw inquires, "In any case, why should my words bother you?" He did not mean it with malice, honestly, Sleetpaw asked since it appeared strange to him that another cat would snap at him for responding in such a way. The young tom almost found her reaction curious.

[ρυяє]

Silverpaw's short temper was already thinning with this tom. "It's not your words that bother me, it's you." She hissed, her short tail slashing the air behind her. "It ticks me that you show no emotion, that you can't see through sarcasm, that you are so annoyingly serious." Silverpaw was almost at his face by this time, her gray tabby fur bristling more and more with each word that left her maw. "Lighten up already for Starclan's sake! Catch a joke! Get hurt by sarcasm!" That's what angered her the most about Sleetpaw, that it didn't matter what she did, she couldn't pull a prank or really insult the other apprentice. It. Ticked. Her. So Much.

[Lemon Zinger]

"Silverpaw, drop it. And you owe him an apology." Dancingflame said. He was beginning to think the tom was either emotionless or burying them all.

(Okay, I'm NOT making fun of him, but have you ever seen Spock on Star Trek? That's who Sleetpaw reminds me of.)

[loneh]

The pale silvery tom sat on his haunches, his bushy fox-like tail curling around his white paws. "Am I?" His ears twitched a bit, and he bowed his head, orbs staring back at Silverpaw's and then Dancingflame, "Then I should be sorry. I am." To the reproaching warrior he said, "It's alright. I'm supposed to show emotion and get hurt by sarcasm." Sleetpaw smiled. Forced. Awkward. He intended to be sarcastic himself, but it seemed that it wasn't as easy as others made it look.

(Srry, I haven't seen Star Trek, so nope :S)

[Lemon Zinger]

Dancingflame couldn't help it, he laughed at Sleetpaw's reaction. 'I should be sorry?...I'm supposed to show emotion and get hurt by sarcasm.' Dacingflame stared at Sleetpaw in amazement. "You aren't supposed to let yourself get hurt by what other people say." Dancingflame said. "But you might want to work on joking and playing with them."

(Sorry, I just happen to think Sleetpaw and Silverpaw would make a cute couple. Here is Spock, in fine form: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ds7dBoWLlrc&feature=related He has no emotions whatever. He's a Vulcan)

[ρυяє]

Silverpaw turned to look through narrowed olive eyes at her mentor before hissing, "I owe him nothing. Don't tell me what to do, Dancingflame." The bristling, short apprentice turned back to look at Sleetpaw, just to see a forced grimace--smile?--on his face. "Stop that," she snapped. "It looks like you're in pain." She ignored his other comment though, trying her best not to swipe a clawed paw at him. Her temper was running short, really short.
Silverpaw sat stiffly, keeping her paws pressed to the ground in an attempt to keep the violent surge pulsing through them at a minimum.

[loneh]

"Oh." Was all the young tom said at the warrior's reply. "I'll work on that." Sleetpaw meowed, his forced smile fading as he heard Silverpaw, "I kind of am." He meant: in pain; he licked his left front paw and passed it to the side of his face, his cheeks slightly sore, nothing unbearable. Maybe from disuse, he thought, after all cheeks also, are muscles.
"Maybe you should listen to warriors." The apprentice suggested looking nowhere in particular. He didn't mean it for her to apologize to him, but just to do what he thought correct, follow orders. For him, the warrior code is precious. One must obey the higher ranked cats.

(He isn't exactly handsome, but he isn't half bad..character-wise. lol.)

[Lemon Zinger]

Dancingflame narrowed his eyes. "Well, I thought I had an apprentice who could be kind and respectful. Guess I'm asking for too much." He said to Silverpaw, playing off of her personality rather than trying to change it. He sent Sleetpaw a sympathetic glance.

[ρυяє]

Silverpaw's head flung around to look wildly at her mentor. "I can be kind and respectful!" She snapped, then biting her tongue, she added, more calmly. "Sometimes.." Trying to keep her fur from bristling too much, she turned and bowed her head slightly, almost imperceptibly, to Sleetpaw. She said, through gritted teeth. "I'm sorry, Sleetpaw."

[Lemon Zinger]

"Well, I'm impressed." Dancingflame said, glad his little apprentice was able to apologize. He was proud of her and wanted her to know that, but also didn't want to embarrass her in front of Sleetpaw, so he said nothing more. "How about we all do a little hunting together?" He asked.

[loneh]

For a moment, amber orbs looked incredulous, but he soon regained his normal expression. He had not expected Silverpaw to say that simple, phrase, hardly ever vocalized by the proud. I'm sorry. Even though it was through gritted fangs, and clearly just to prove her mentor wrong. A low purr escaped Sleetpaw's throat, which he found strange, involuntary. To divert the attention, he meowed carefully, his gaze upon the warrior, "I heard there will be a gathering soon."