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Post by loneh on Feb 20, 2011 22:33:55 GMT -5
~Vixenpaw~
There she went again. It was so like the fox-like femcat. She padded with her nose high, dignified, and with an aura of urgency and severity. A mouse-tail behind her followed her impassive brother.
The issue? It pricked her beautiful orange pelt that her best friend and her brother could not get along. Some cats would say it was not her problem. She differed.
Being the nosy cat she was, Vixenpaw believed it was her problem, and it bothered her.
Why can't you be friends with Silverpaw!? She would always irritably meow to her brother, to which he would respond with a monotone that 'he wasn't one for friends, and that he would not nose in where he was unwelcome. That Silverpaw obviously disliked him.'
Of course, she would pretend as if he had not said a word and continue her rants. She was selective, with attention, with memories, with words. To her it wasn't Silverpaw's fault, how could it be her best friend's fault? No, it was Sleetpaw's. He was being difficult as always.
So this was the plan. She would direct the tom to her friend and confront them both.
~Sleetpaw~
His pale amber gaze was on the bright ginger she-cat. He padded silently, just a few paces behind her. The lavender tom resigned himself to his sister's intents. He had an inkling on what she had in mind, and most likely it involved the particularly small tabby she-cat.
He did not want to further argue with Vixenpaw. Arguments for him, were: her ranting, and him responding with a brief sentence or two.
Being the quiet, almost inexpressive tom he was, Sleetpaw limited himself to following eager Vixenpaw, unimpressed to what he could inquire she had planned. |
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Post by ρυяє on Feb 22, 2011 20:19:40 GMT -5
[Silverpaw]
The little gray tabby waited impatiently at the base of the closest hill. Tapping her short tail impatiently, the feisty she-cat awaited her best friend's arrival. Why was she taking so long? And why, by Starclan, had she called her out so early in the morning? Rubbing sleepiness out of her olive eyes, Silverpaw stifled a yawn. If it had been any other cat other than Vixenpaw to ask her to meet them at this hour, she would have more than gladly ripped their ears off for waking her. Then again, her mentor was not going around ear-less...
"Tch, there are exceptions," The little apprentice scoffed to herself. Looking around her, she saw as the sun was now fully above the hills in the distance. The sight was beautiful indeed, but even so, she still preferred to be curled up in her moss bed next to all the other apprentices. She would have given all the mice in the world for a few more hours sleep.
Then again, it had been Vixenpaw who asked her. Sighing, little Silverpaw continued to wait.
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Post by loneh on Feb 25, 2011 17:50:54 GMT -5
~Vixenpaw~
There she was!
The bright orange she-cat's orbs glinted with anticipation as she saw her friend waiting for them...well, her. She had no idea what she was up to. That certain tom she did not get along with accompanied her.
"Silverpaw!" She called and rushed up to her. "I'm glad you could make it." She meowed with a grin. Vixenpaw knew she hadn't given her much option either way. With her eager rush, she had woken her denmate and blurted out a few words about meeting here. With that said, she had left the den as quick as she had come to search for her brother, which by then was in a dawn patrol.
...and she finally had reunited both.
She cleared her throat, as if she were about to make an important announcement.
"You two befriend already!" The ruddy apprentice demanded loudly.
Well...that was her plan. Being pushy did seem to work for her. Right?
~Sleetpaw~
The pale tom almost sighed internally as his orbs followed to whom his sister was rushing to. He had been right all along. This was Vixenpaw's plan. Watching from a distance as the orange she-cat ran to met the small tabby, he maintained his calm, unhurried pace.
Sleetpaw took his time approaching the two she-cats, and when in front of them, he nodded briskly, "Good day Silverpaw."
Lavender ears twitched slightly as the orange cat shouted words, that to him sounded unreasonable, and to others might have sounded silly. Befriend already...? That wasn't something one could demand in such way. Yet Sleetpaw remained quiet, not trying to reason with feisty Vixenpaw. |
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Post by ρυяє on Feb 25, 2011 18:08:22 GMT -5
[Silverpaw]
At last. There she was. Greeting her friend with an equal grin, Silverpaw said, "Well, I didn't have much choice, now, did I? You sounded like the camp was on fire when you went to wake me up." Her olive eyes caught movement behind the ruddy she-cat and when she noticed who it was, her grin immediately turned into a grimace and a hiss escaped her. "Why is he here?" She demanded, ignoring Sleetpaw's greeting.
Her question, though, was soon answered by Vixenpaw's demand. Silverpaw's jaw literally dropped. She said what?
Regaining her composure, the little tabby she-cat frizzled up, indignant, and rasped, "Me, and that thing, friends?" Silverpaw let out a hysterical laugh. "Rabbits will fly first!"
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Post by loneh on Feb 25, 2011 19:10:35 GMT -5
~Vixenpaw~ [/color] The bright she-cat let a mrrw of laughter at her friend's comment. "This is more urgent than the camp catching fire!" She meowed with a playful grin. "You see. This slowpoke here--" pointing her fox-like tail toward her brother who had just approached the two she-cats, "--is here because you two will be friends." She meowed as if it were the most simple, obvious statement. If she asked them to be friends they had to be friends, right? They were her best friend and her brother after all. Vixenpaw walked by her tabby friend, touching her tail-tip to Silverpaw's jaw for her to close maws. "Yes. You and that thing." She responded with a nod, then added in a jesting singsong and a smirk, "and rabbits can fly. We just don't see them because they fly so high up." ~Sleetpaw~ [/color] The tom sat on his haunches and curled his tail around his paws, blinking. Thing? Last time he checked he was a cat. Lifting a pale front lavender front leg he observed it before giving it a lick. He was a cat alright. At Silverpaw's and Vixenpaw's mention of flying rabbits, he couldn't help but shake his head. It is true that rabbits could leap really high, but not fly. That he knew. Their sarcasm registered only as incoherent words. At his sister's request-- being friends, he closed his eyes and meowed softly, "I believe this is something you can't ask just like that Vixenpaw." It did not make sense to him. Friends, he hadn't many, and for all he knew, you didn't ask someone to be friends; you made friends. Even an antisocial cat like Sleetpaw realized that.[/size] |
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Post by ρυяє on Feb 26, 2011 20:38:43 GMT -5
[Silverpaw]
For the first time in all their friendship, Silverpaw felt like ripping the tail off Vixenpaw. Clenching her jaw to prevent herself from doing just so, the seething apprentice narrowed her eyes dangerously at the ruddy she-cat. Pulling her chin away from her tail's touch, Silverpaw moved back from the two siblings.
Vixenpaw was crazy. No, wait, she wasn't. She was completely lunatic. She, Silverpaw, and the idiotic tom cat that stood before her would never, ever, be friends.
Ignoring her loony friend's comment about rabbits that do fly, she uttered the words that she thought she'd never say in her whole life. "The rock head is right. This is something you can't force us into." She then added, with a his. "Especially not me with him."
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Post by loneh on Feb 26, 2011 21:31:19 GMT -5
~Vixenpaw~ [/color] It did not take much to figure out that she had made her friend upset. As the small tabby retreated from her tail's touch, from the two of them-- Vixenpaw let her tail rest on the ground with the slight suspicion that she should not let it near an angry Silverpaw. She wasn't one to worry, or get angry too easily, well maybe not true about the last thing, but she controlled her temper since the she-cat was her friend. To her response the younger sibling grinned and tilted her head slightly to the side, and she couldn't help but reply in a slightly cocky tone, "you see, you are already agreeing with him! That's the first step." She meowed in her characteristic singsong, "You'll be best friends in a bit." Her eyes traveled from her brother to Silverpaw, her grin intact, although she did eye her friend more carefully, watching if she made any hostile sign or attempt to attack. ~Sleetpaw~ [/color] His muscles tensed instinctively under his pale lavender fur. The tom could sense the smaller tabby's frustration, and he wasn't so sure that being clanmates would free his sister from the other she-cat's claws. Attacking one's own clan member was strictly against the warrior code, and Sleetpaw's whiskers twitched at the thought of someone breaking the code. He found himself staring with a vague hint of surprise which was quickly replaced by his usual expressionless facet. Silverpaw had actually agreed with him in something, even if it was about the absurdity of forcing the two to be friends. Turning back to look at his sister, he meowed calmly. "I have nothing against Silverpaw, for she is a fellow Windclanner." His pale amber orbs fixed on the small she-cat's olive ones, "However, her willingness be the measure of any possible bond." By that, Sleetpaw meant that their possible friendship depended on Silverpaw, since he did not mind establishing a friendly relationship with her. After all, it would calm Vixenpaw, and perhaps avoid more discomfort with their feisty clanmate. Just maybe.[/size] |
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Post by ρυяє on Feb 27, 2011 11:35:57 GMT -5
[Silverpaw]
She was seething. Silverpaw had never felt this much dislike for Vixenpaw before. How could she ask such a thing from her, knowing she absolutely despised Sleetpaw? There were two things that were keeping her from swiping a clawed paw at her friend's grinning face. One, their long-time friendship, and two, the fact that Dancingflame's words kept repeating in her head. We do NOT attack fellow clan mates. Don't let me find out that you have been using your claws on Windclan cats.
Well, she didn't have to let him find out...
No. Silverpaw shut her olive eyes tightly, mustering all the patience she could from who knows where. Only Starclan knew that it wasn't much. Sighing, the little apprentice asked, "Why is it such a big deal that your rock-headed brother and I become friends?" Sheathing the claws she had unconsciously brought out before, Silverpaw looked at the siblings passively. This was the first time she hadn't acted out on her emotions. It felt....weird.
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Post by loneh on Feb 27, 2011 15:07:47 GMT -5
~Vixenpaw~ [/color] Fox-like yellowish orbs observed her clanmate's sheathed claws with satisfaction.Ignoring what her brother had said, she answered the other she-cat in a casual, optimistic tone. "Whyis it such a big deal...?" Vixenpaw purred, "you see it is not a big deal, it's huge!" She padded around her friend restlessly, "and it is because I can't even be in the same place with you two and feel the tension like torns on my beautiful pelt." With that she gave her shoulder a quick, dramatic lick. "It is also because if my brother and best friend got along along my heart would be at ease." The orange cat meowed drastically still circling the small tabby. "And you wouldn't like poor Vixenpaw to be sad, would you?" With that said she stopped her pacing around Silverpaw and quickly moved to her brother's back, pushing him to the smaller she-cat. "Bye bye!" She meowed in a singsong, dashing off to leave the two alone. ~Sleetpaw~ [/color] The older tomcat just blinked as he felt Vixenpaw's front paws on his rump. He stumbled clumsily over Silverpaw, managing to avoid falling over her. His four long legs were all spread to the sides, and he found himself on top of the smaller cat. At least he had managed to not hurt her. Not a single pale lavender hair touched her. He shook his head calmly thinking how reckless his sister could be.[/size] |
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Post by ρυяє on Feb 27, 2011 15:38:49 GMT -5
[Silverpaw]
Olive eyes narrowed as Silverpaw kept a wary eye on Vixenpaw. She wouldn't mind making her sad if it was for this. "Your heart be at ease?" She rasped, narrowing her eyes even further as she saw the ruddy she-cat pad behind her brother now. "I could care less about your-----aghh!"
She certainly wasn't expecting it. This was such a lowly trick. Feeling her cheeks heat up under her fur, the little apprentice looked up at the idiot that was pushed onto her. Discarding her flushed cheeks as being caused by her anger, Silverpaw pushed Sleetpaw off her with her hind legs. "Vixenpaw..!" She roared, getting up from the ground with shreds of grass and specks of snow clinging to her gray fur. "I'll kill you!"
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Post by loneh on Mar 1, 2011 18:14:34 GMT -5
The ruddy she-cat was long gone, but her loud, obnoxious laughter could still be heard from where the two cats stood, as if carried by the wind Windclan was so known for.
Yet again, Sleetpaw had not expected this. First pushed by his sister, and now by the small she-cat. He was heavier, and the blow had not made him fall, just lose his equilibrium a little. Tumbling on his paws he managed to regain his composure, and shake his head slightly.
What was it with she-cats today treating him like a ragdoll?
Without much but a sigh, the pale tom looked at Silverpaw with his usual pale and expressionless orbs. He just observed as she threatened his sister. He did not tell her she probably had not heard her, since it would be futile anyways, she would probably ignore him or try to claw his fur off instead of his sister's.
And Sleetpaw wasn't capable of hurting a clanmate, of hurting her, so he'd rather not find out. As always, he remained in silence.
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Post by ρυяє on Mar 5, 2011 10:51:17 GMT -5
[Silverpaw]
Her ear's still rung with Vixenpaw's laugh. Clawing and tearing at the ground under her paws, the little apprentice sent newly sprouted twigs of grass, chunks of dirt and bits or rock flying off. How could she have left her with Sleetpaw? Was this some sort of joke? If it was, she would have her tail for it. If it wasn't, she would still have her tail for it.
Giving one last angry swipe at the very much abused ground in front of her, Silverpaw turned around. She, of course, found herself facing him. Lovely. Narrowing her eyes at the tom, the tabby gave a few steps back, sitting with her back straight. "Let's get one thing straight," She said. "I don't like you. I believe you know that by now, because if you don't, then you are much more of a bigger rock head than I thought." Wrapping her tail as far as it would go around her paws, she continued, "So, what are you going to do about that?"
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Post by loneh on Mar 5, 2011 12:03:57 GMT -5
Sleetpaw watched as the other she-cat released her fury on the ground below her. Her olive orbs narrowed at him, but he did not mind, he held her gaze with an undisturbed expression. He nodded solemnly at her words. It was obvious that the she-cat in front of him disliked him, that was why Vixenpaw had them meet here in the first place. As she proceeded, his whiskers twitched at the question. What was he going to do about that?. Before he would have said nothing, but now that her sister was involved, and would not leave him alone if he did not befriend her friend, he had to do something. Then again, socializing wasn't this tomcat's forte, and Silverpaw was a difficult by herself.
Silence. There was a prolonged pause after her question.
"...what...would you like me to do?" He murmured, determined to win her friendship.
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Post by ρυяє on Mar 5, 2011 12:23:58 GMT -5
[Silverpaw]
What would she have him do? She could tell him a whole list of things right out of the top of her head right there and then. However, none of those would actually help a friendship grow between them. And lets face it, most of those would get Sleetpaw killed. No. As much as she hated it, her friend had asked her, well, forced her, to befriend her brother. Silverpaw didn't have much choice. Vixenpaw was, after all, one of the few cats that she enjoyed spending time with.
She wasn't going to let him have it that easily, though. Trying not to sneer, she said, "I don't know. Surprise me."
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Post by loneh on Mar 5, 2011 12:35:56 GMT -5
The pale tom blinked. Surprise me? Asking a methodical, emotionless tom to surprise someone wasn't something that he could compute. How could he surprise her?
Well...cats often had to surprise prey to catch it. In Windclan there wasn't much undergrowth to hide in, but they tended to surprise their prey by charging at vertiginous speed towards it.
Perhaps that was what Silverpaw meant by 'surprise me.'
The tom nodded and without a word trotted away to gain distance between them. He would need some impulse if he was to simulate catching prey.
That was something no one would expect from Sleetpaw, and by defenition, surprise was to do something unexpected. In his mind, that seemed to work.
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Post by ρυяє on Mar 5, 2011 12:47:51 GMT -5
He seemed as dumb as she thought he was as he sat her and blinked at her. Finally seeing him nod, Silverpaw sighed. This was not going to be easy, she didn't know what Vixenpaw was thinking.
Anyhow, why was Sleetpaw trotting away? Maybe to get prey? Perhaps go fight with someone? Wait, no, that didn't sound like him.
Either way, she liked the distance from him.
Waiting to see what in Starclan's name it was that he was going to do, Silverpaw layed down.
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Post by loneh on Mar 5, 2011 13:14:17 GMT -5
Noiselessly, he slithered out of her sight. He circled her till he could see her back in the distance, which narrowed pale orbs calculated; his claws stretching to grip at the short grass under them. He bunched his muscles and sped through the moor. As he neared the small tabby, he leaped towards her, claws sheathing, his face serious and anyone could have sworn he was attacking the she-cat for real. He did not mean to even touch her, just surprise her like she told him to, so he calculated to land behind her.
"Surprise." He meowed in his monotone. He rose from his hunter's crouch and straightened himself. He looked down at her, somewhat imposing, due to the difference in height.
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Post by ρυяє on Mar 5, 2011 16:50:14 GMT -5
She bit her tongue, hard, as she whirled around and jumped to her feet as she heard his voice behind her. "Hoddy Ztarklan!" She hissed, looking at him through watery eyes. "What'z deh matter wuth shoo?" Rubbing a tiny silver paw over her offended digit, Silverpaw stared in anger, and yes, some wonder too, at Sleetpaw. How had he managed to sneak up on her like that? In the open moore? With the frigging wind blowing? Who cares, he made you bite your tongue. Narrowing her olive orbs at him, she rasped, "Why did you do that for?"
ooc; BEHOLD! my crappy post...
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Post by loneh on Mar 5, 2011 17:15:07 GMT -5
The lavender tom blinked, certainly not expecting that reaction. Apparently she had bitten her tongue and now she sounded all funny.
"I'm sorry." He meowed dipping his head, "Are you alright?"
Then at her question he meowed simply, "Well you told me to surprise you..."
It seemed that Sleetpaw's attempt to make friends with Silverpaw actually had managed to upset her even more. Oh Starclan...
[ooc- crappier post >.<]
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Post by ρυяє on Mar 5, 2011 17:39:05 GMT -5
Silverpaw's fur was on end and her ears were pulled back. "Do I look alright to you?" She hissed, "You almost made me bite my tongue in two!" She sat up with her back straight, gathering her dignity. Then, at his other words, she narrowed her eyes even further than they already were. "Oh, yes, I told you to surprise me. But not in the literal sense you rock-head!" Though he had, indeed, surprised her. More specifically, impressed her. There weren't many cats who could sneak up on her in the open Moore. |
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Post by loneh on Mar 5, 2011 18:00:00 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," the tom apologized again bowing his head. Sleetpaw often, if not always, took words literally. He had thought that was the kind of surprising Silverpaw wanted; obviously the she-cat did not agree. He was now accustomed to her calling him rock-head so he said nothing, actually he had never said, he did not mind, as usual.
"Would you...rather hunt or train, perhaps?" Sleetpaw meowed, for the first time trying to make conversation, or suggest something. It seems like those activities often made cats friends, so he thought he should try it, instead of doing so alone, like he tended to do.
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Post by ρυяє on Mar 5, 2011 18:13:57 GMT -5
The she-cat watched the tom bow his head in apology, and felt a tiny twinge of pity. "Fine, you're forgiven." She said mightily, as if she were the leader herself. She was obviously giving the poor tom a rough time, and even though the great majority of her was enjoying seeing him bow to her and apologize, the other felt a bit of shame. His offer, though, was what finally surprised Silverpaw to no end. She, train or hunt with him? Now, that was weird and definitely something to see.
"Sure, let's...um....train." She said, looking at him, a little pacified. |
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Post by loneh on Mar 6, 2011 17:47:22 GMT -5
An subtle smile formed on the pale lavender tom's maws; almost imperceptible. He felt the tiniest twinge of happiness, he felt eased, as his clanmate seemed to calm down with his offer. Besides, he hadn't trained in a while, and it would prove to the be to the benefit of both. Sleetpaw did not know how the other apprentice fought, or at least he couldn't recall, so it would be a challenge. He was curious as to how Windclan's current generation, his generation was doing.
He looked back at her, meowing as calmly as he stood. "Alright. Have the first move."
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Post by ρυяє on Mar 11, 2011 13:23:59 GMT -5
Silverpaw grinned, the rock-head was giving her the first move. "With pleasure." She said, narrowing her olive eyes.
She flexed her paws and crouched low all in the blink of an eye. Pushing against the ground with her hind paws, she launched herself at the tom, her mind keeping her claws in check. She aimed for his neck, and felt a wave of complacency as her paws met fur and she knocked him backward.
She knew she was small. Damn Starclan, she knew she was a tiny apprentice, that's why she had to concentrate all her body mass into one single attack if she wanted to knock her opponent over. Therefore, she put all her weight as she leaped for Sleetpaw's neck. Landing on him, the tiny she-cat sat on the other apprentice's neck, threatening to cut off his respiratory track if he moved. "How was that for a first move, eh, Sleetpaw?"
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Post by loneh on Apr 3, 2011 19:00:59 GMT -5
He had just been standing there, waiting, unhurried, inattentive as to what the she-cat's first move would be. Naturally, as an elder apprentice he was confident that this younger cat would be predictable, after all Sleetpaw was almost of warrior age, and had been training for moons longer. It was not arrogance; it merely reflected the systematic tom's thoughts, it seemed logical. That was his rational mind told him.
So when Silverpaw launched herself towards him, aiming for his neck, he let her. The young tom resolved it wouldn't hurt much, and perhaps, if his clanmate thought she had the advantage, she would forgive him. Not that she hadn't done already, but he knew all to well how irritable and volatile the small apprentice was. He had to fight back though, for something told him that if he didn't Silverpaw would again be mad at him-- this time for not giving it his all.
With her small paws on his neck, Sleetpaw struggled to let his words out in response to her triumphant meow. He answered slowly to avoid moving much and letting the she-cat press his throat even more. "...well...done...but--" he need not use much force as his hind-paws kicked the smaller tabby's belly. He knew the dangers of leaving his belly exposed, and having her on top of him and his neck, did not help his cause either. So the elder apprentice did what came to as instinct, and what he had been taught, he kicked her, his purpose clear-- getting her off him.
"...never let your guard down." Sleetpaw meowed softly, his tone not at all commanding, or arrogant. He just stated what he had been taught as an apprentice, no intention of appearing superior in front of her, but just mentioning it as a reminder not only to her but to himself.
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