inwhichwediscover [little/open]

[...Pyre]

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[atrb=background,http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c389/Inchituwo/backgroundformaplethorn.png] Maplethorn stared out at the territory, her tail quivering a bit. Every time she walked outside of the camp, the ever present fear of a fox appearing followed her like a kit. She could smell their nasty scent on the wind, hear they're chirps and squeaks. See orange everywhere. Shuddering, the warrior lowered her head, her chest tightening painfully. No, she wouldn't brood today. It was lovely outside, and Lilyfeather would have wanted her to enjoy it. Gathering herself together, Maplethorn pushed on, allowing her paws to take her wherever they wanted to go. No one was going to bother her--no one really talked to her. She was that she-cat who had been with another she-cat who got shanked by a fox or something. Stupid apprentices, babbling like that. Thank StarClan she only had one in her five years of living. And that was probably the worst decision the leader could have made. But at least the apprentice grew into a strong warrior, after experiencing what kind of mentor Maplethorn was. Alright, so that made her sound like a jerk; and she was! She was a moody, somewhat old, she-cat with the scars and sarcastic tongue to match. The world didn't deserve to be happy. And that saying, 'When life gives you lemons'. What kind of saying is that? Make them take back the lemons! Do they know who she is? She's the she-cat that would burn their dens down! Somehow. Okay, so she was rambling. She did that. A lot. Mostly as of late. Pausing, she peered further down the hill. Nope, no prey to see. Not that she'd be able to catch it right off the bat. It took her half a day to catch something. Bringing it down wasn't the problem--heck, she could just sit on it and it'd die, but chasing it was the problem. Lilyfeather was always the one that chased it right to Maplethorn, who brought it down with a smack of her paw. They made a great team. "You know," she started to say, glancing up at the bright blue sky dotted with wispy clouds, "if you were alive, we'd both be old and grumpy." A smile pulled across her muzzle, and with a sigh she walked down the hill with an aching feeling in her chest.

[✄ – – – VANYA!]

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[...Pyre]

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[atrb=background,http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c389/Inchituwo/backgroundformaplethorn.png] The sound of Littlewhisker's ever high pitched voice pulled Maplethorn from her depressing thoughts, and she swung her large head over her shoulder, looking toward the warrior with a soft look in her eyes. "Hello, Littlewhisker," she murmured, butting her head against her neck playfully. Seeing the she-cat sit down, Maplethorn copied her, grunting a bit as her rump thumped against the ground. Ugh, was she getting old? No, her legs were just stiff from standing there dramatically. Yeah, that was it. She mulled over this idea, the fact that she was most likely getting old. It rolled about in her mind. Earlier in her life, she probably would have denied it full heartedly. But right then and there, it wasn't sounding too bad. Oh, Littlewhisker sounded excited about something. With a smile, she glanced over at her little friend. Over the time they knew each other, Maplethorn found herself being incredibly protective about her. She was so small, and delicate. Just like Lilyfeather. She shuddered mentally. No. She couldn't be. She promised herself. Plus, Littlewhisker was interested in someone else--Strickenflame. The deputy. Yeah, great choice in she-cats, Maplethorn. Shaking her head, she blinked rapidly, trying to pull the dazed look off her face. "Do you now? Come on then, spill,"

[/color] coaxed the large she-cat, who repositioned herself so her chest was turned to Littlewhisker. Instinctively, she eased her tail to where it was around the other, but not touching her; and then Littlewhisker spoke. Those few words that came out of her muzzle sent Maplethorn into shock. The wind was practically blown out of her lungs. She felt her claws dig deep into the ground. A sharp jab hit her chest, and she grimaced at first. Then, she face relaxed, and she closed her gaping mouth. "Congratulations, Littlewhisker," her voice was strained, but it was difficult to hear. Her tail drifted away from Littlewhisker, instead curling tightly around her body. Inside, her stomach coiled, and she felt her ears flatten against her head. At least she never developed any stronger feelings for the she-cat. It was just a stupid crush. A crush that could have been something more and could have just as much been shattered by the truth.

Comments
Idk how long.
Trying out a new writing style.
Maplethorn is dramatic.

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