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Post by flighty on Feb 5, 2011 19:07:24 GMT -8
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Paws were silent as she slipped through the brush easily. Though her ears could not hear each step, she knew that no one else could, either. She took pride in being silent throughout the territory. If she was destined to forever be kept from the joys of hearing, then she was determined to make sure that no one could hear her. And she succeeded in it.
She'd come to the Ice River to let herself be wrapped in memory. She was strong and faithful in front of her Clan, but every now and then, she had to let it all go. Her velvet paw-pads slipped across the soft earth until she stood before the cold, frigid waters of the Ice River. She stared down at her reflection, emerald gaze locked on herself. In one siwft leap, Darkfrost was perched upon a large, flat rock several feet from the bank. The water rushed around her as she settled down, tucking her muzzle beneath her tail to think.
No, she was not asleep. One could not sleep when the memories of fallen loved ones were always there in your mind. She usually kept the images guarded at the back of her mind, deep in the pits of darkness that hid her deepest thoughts. Now, she let those memories flood through her. Eyes shut tightly, she focused on the image of her passed mate, Ripplefoot. The deep tabby markings on his face, laughing golden eyes, always happy. He loved her so much, and she'd loved him. Still did, actually. But when the images shifted to her former leader, Rainstar, her claws slipped out. She hated him. He'd let her run away and didn't bother to look for her. That's how she'd gotten some of her scars- a couple of rogues had attacked her. She's only survived because Jaguarpaw and Ripplefoot showed up to rescue her.
The memories spread through her, some warm and soft and comforting, others making her come close to tears, and yet other making her anger rise like a blazing fire. So much had happened in her past, and so much had yet to happen in her future. She had always wondered about what she'd do if she met another tom, and now she began to ponder this thought once more. If she met someone and fell in love again.... No, it'd be too much. She couldn't let herself fall in love. It was too dangerous. If she were to fall in love and be unable to have that tom, her heart would break. Worse yet, if she could have him and then lost him, her sanity would go into question.
She could no longer be sure of what was right and what was wrong, when it came to trusting tomcats. They were too unpredictable. They could lead her on and then turn their backs on her. A deputy needed to stay strong, not become unstable and emotional.
But wasn't she already? Her mind was strong, but still unstable. She expressed herself greatly, but not in front of her Clan. So she had two personalities, almost. One that was strong and fierce and one that was always on the verge of breaking apart. Her whiskers quivered as she thoguht about this.
Wrapped in memories, spending her time in isolation. Was this how she was destined to spend her future?
Sad and alone?
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Post by rose on Feb 6, 2011 1:53:25 GMT -8
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●● I'm checking your pulse
I'm giving you air
But your body disagrees
And no it don't care at all
I'm wasting my time ●●
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Sparrow was back at camp, the tabby tom looked bored and distant. Hunting had already been planned, and most cats stomachs were filled until they all fully woke up for the morning. It was one of those lazy days where everyone would want to go out for walks with their close friends. Which was great but for those like Sparrowdash who was constantly working it made them more uneasy and slightly irritated. Proving this thought Sparrow's ear twitched at the quiet of the camp most were still sound asleep. It was an average day according to what he saw. The sky was a sort of greying blue like the muzzle of an elder. A few clouds were painted through the sky almost angrily so. The sun just peaked over the trees and stretched out its arms to the cats and creature below. So average was a good word and really he preferred it this way.
Though on the breeze carried a chill every now and then and when one blew through his fur it would cause him to shiver with the cold. During this time of year his pelt was shorter and therefore he was more susceptible to cold until his winter coat fully kicked in. Stretching out his legs he arched his back into a stretch. His sky blue optics narrowed into slants, he was thinking. Thinking about how he could spend his day. Getting onto his paws he took a quick scope of the area before turning and walking towards the entrance. With a flick of his tail, as if bidding the camp good bye for the moment, he descended down into the ravine and into the pathway towards the open snow lands. His ears perked up and angled forward to detect the even slightest of sounds. His paws pressed into the slush softly as he made his way through the land, the familiar sights and smells allowed him to be at ease, mentally that was. On the outside his body was still rigid as if anything could happen in the next few moments.
That was a pretty good way to describe Sparrow guarded, mysterious, but undoubtedly loyal and trusting to his clan. You can say he just didn't wear his emotions on his sleeves figuratively speaking of course. To see his true form you would have to dig deeper into what made him, him and it took time. Some doubted he even had much feeling at all, but those who looked close enough could detect the emotion in his eyes however brief or lasting it was. A shutter of wings above cause him to freeze, his muscles tightened instinctively before his gaze landed on the soaring creature. Deciding the situation as not likely to succeed he eased his form just a bit and continued on his way. His muscle rolled beneath his coat as he walked showing that he was not a cat to mess around with despite his more thin and broad appearance.
It was true that Sparrow was built for speed and agility while others, much like his brother, were built for battle. He proved to use his speed as his best weapon and his fluid movement for defense. Though it did not make him untouchable for if he was caught under a large force he would more than likely be injured to some extent. Sky colored optics scanned the trees before slightly rising to the brief canopy of leaves above. They were brilliantly shaded autumn colors resembling browns, oranges, and bright yellows. It was sad to think that all of those colors would soon be gone, leaving the bark of the trees and those it sheltered unprotected. Sparrows angled ears caught the sound of softly rushing water, from he recalled the ice river was not to far from where he was.
For the oddest of reason he found it inviting and different from the endless snow hills scene. The cinnamon tabby's ears flicked at the sound of something moving up ahead. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to detect the sound. Sparrow shrugged his broad shoulders it could be another cat or possible an animal in one of the few bushes. He would find out sooner or later right? Or maybe not at all, really he wasn't in the most social of moods. Which was near impossible to avoid being in a clan. Lowering down into a ravine of grass, water and trees he was lost in the beauty of nature. It might be an odd thing to think, but Sparrow actually preferred grass under his paws rather than full on snow. Again he heard movement, and the the tabby tom flicked his slate blue eyes over to its direction. He trotted slowly towards it his lithe form glinted off the frozen waters beside him. Soon enough his vision caught sight of one of his clan mates, his eyes narrowed in thought as he quickly processed her information. Female, and if he remembered correctly, which he should it was Darkfrost his own deputy. She was deaf as he recalled, though she still preformed admirably. He slowed his walk to a stop, lifting one eyebrow as he witnesses flashes of emotion. Pain, love, anger all repeating in truth he found it strange as he rarely showed any of his own emotions. It was one of things he was best at, hiding his thoughts and feelings. Still he felt as if he shouldn't intrude on her thinking time and then again if she did spot him he didn't want to come across as rude for not at least acknowledging her presence. So he walked forward, making sure to walk in her view of sight while their bodies were reflected against the thin layer of ice. Nodding his head in greeting he carefully mouthed the words, "sorry for the intrusion, I'll keep moving." and so he turned and started to walk past the deputy.
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●● Now your eyes roll awake
You're looking at me
You say "Darling what happened
Did I fall asleep?"
And you carry me home ●●
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Post by flighty on Feb 6, 2011 8:44:42 GMT -8
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The she-cat could see a flicker of a shadow. She lifted her small muzzle, tasting the air. Sparrowdash's scent drifted toward her. Terrific. She didn't need to deal with a snap-happy tom tom right now. She shoved herself to her paws as the tabby tom stepped out into sight. She blinked as he said his words slowly and rolled her eyes, leaping back to the bank.
"It's fine, Sparrowdash." She mewed, emerald eyes flashing brightly. "You aren't intruding on anything. I was just thinking about my former Clan, that's all." Auditories pricked upward and flickered around, though they were useless against hearing anytthing. It was just instinct, really. She could rely on each and every one of her other senses. Her feathery whiskers could pick up every vibration in the air, alerting her to an enemy leaping or a bird flying. Velvet paw pads found and deciphered each ground vibration. The pawsteps of a cat or prey. Eyes caught every movement, each flicker of fur or a whisker twitch...
She was well equipped, and, though deafness was a disadvantage, she handled her life well. In the physical aspect, at least. Every memory, though, broke her down. Busted her walls, tore her heart in half. Each image, each word from her past was like a shard of glass, cutting through her very being. She fought away the darkening pressure that loomed above her, forcing a smile to her face.
All of this...breaking, shattering.... happened deep inside and no sign of it showed, not even a quivering whisker to alert the tom standing before her of the terror happening inside her mind.
With a gentle smile, she padded closer and fell into step beside him, matching each stride of his with her own. Her calico pelt was sleek and well-groomed, and her eyes were quiet and thoughtful, bearing no signal of the war being fought within her heart and soul at the moment. She found herself drawn to Sparrowdash and immediately rejected this feeling, until she realized she was drawn to him as him being a way of distraction, not someone to love. She shook her head, clearing her mind of these thoughts, shuddering. She wasn't nearly ready for another relationship, and she doubted she ever would.
And besides, Sparrowdash would never fall for a broken, beat-up, worn-out, deaf she-cat like herself. No one would. The only reason Ripplefoot did was because... well, because she was young and fresh and bright back then, and her life wasn't miserable. At least, not as miserable as it was now... It had been miserable, what with Thornblaze's shrugging her away like he did...
Each thought came like a thorn, cutting deeper into her, and she finally pushed all thoguhts of the matter out of her head, forcing herself to focus on other things.
Like how pretty Sparrowdash- NO. No thoughts of that kind. She sighed, focusing instead, rather dejectedly, on a flower, struggling to grow beside the cold waters of the Ice River. It probably felt like she did, struggling for life with each passing minute, trying to fight off the cold darkness that threatened to overwhelm her...
Now, she was grateful for the distraction Sparrowdash provided, but how long would that last?
Especially if she couldn't stop thinking about how handsome he was?
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Post by rose on Feb 7, 2011 18:22:56 GMT -8
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●● Slow down, the world isn't watching us break down
It's safe to say we are alone now, we're alone now
Not a whisper, the only noise is the receiver
I'm counting the seconds until you break the silence
So please just break the silence ●●
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Sparrow had started on his way with all intentions of leaving the female be. He knew what it was like to want space away from others, though he doubted she craved the solitude like he did. Sometimes he even wondered if that was remotely normal for someone like him, loyal from ears to paws. Really he found himself a walking contradiction to most things within himself, though he tried not to focus on such things. It would just leave him pondering deeper and deeper into his subconscious, more so that anyone should ever do. Some say that those who get lost in their mind slowly loose their grasp on sanity. Already so much was running through his mind and he had yet to take six steps away from the deputy. His body movement was fluid like a snakes, a movement so unpredictable that he could swerve around you once before you even realized he moved at all. Yet Sparrowdash rarely used it unless highly necessary for catching prey on the vast hills of slush and ice.
The cinnamon brown tabby cats ears started to twitch as he heard movement from behind him. Its fine, Sparowdash he heard her mew, the light breeze carried it straight to his ear lobes that flicked once in response to the sound. Though he wasn't really counting on her to start following him, and before he knew it she was walking beside him. His body involuntarily tensed up around the shoulder blades, obviously he wasn't the most social butterflies of the Clan. Really he preferred no close contact well, ever. Though he made some exceptions, though usually it was with his family. Its just how he was, though it wasn't meant as a rude gesture he did it to almost everyone. His slate blue optics flicked over to the female, who in turn smiled back at him. He heard he speak once more, telling him what she had been thinking about.
Really he didn't care if she told him or not, but since she did he figure he'd might as well react in some way to show her he had heard her. He learned that most females hated it when someone didn't listen so to save him the trouble he just made it a habit to at least show some sort of sign. In Darkfrost's case he made the slightest of nods and mewed cooly, I see. It was simple, but it got the point across that he understood. In the corner of his eyes he could see as she matched his steps, really it made him a bit uneasy but he didn't let it show in his face. His paws and longer legs glided along the grass below his paws. Which he now took the time to savor the soft and lush feeling of the blades when they brushed against his pads. He let his eyes glide along back to the ice where he watched their two forms move in the reflection. It was weird for him seeing someone beside him, rather than alone like he was used to.
He breathed out a sigh which helped him to push out any negative energy. So he could at least try to calm his body and let it revert back to its more cool composure rather than so tense as it had been before. The light from above started to run along his fur, causing the darker and lighter colors to contrast and show the feathery look of his fur. For that feature was what gave him his first name Sparrow in the first place. His paws pressed lightly upon the grassy floors and he hadn't realized that his pace had quickened ever so slightly. Really he wasn't sure where he was heading all he knew was that he wanted to walk, to feel the cool crisp air in his lungs. His attention suddenly flicked back to Darkfrost, who seemed pretty distractive in what she was thinking. Though he wasn't quite sure what it was about, though he guessed it had to do with what she was thinking before. Still he kept out of other cats problems unless it concerned him, or was expressed and required his assistance.
After a few more moments he had noticed how far they had walked from where he first saw Darkfrost. To confirm his thoughts he glanced over his shoulder and saw the distance behind them. Turning back to look ahead he started to slowly move towards the ice river. His tail tip touched her shoulder briefly to let her now he was turning in a different direction. He then made his way towards the river his body stopped at its edge and examined it carefully before sitting back onto his hunches. His tail curling neatly over his slightly larger paws. In a moment he placed a paw on the surface of the ice and glided it along its cool surface. When he felt the ice thin a bit he pressed down and broke the ice. His paw tip touched the cold water before and he quickly retracted it licking at it a few times to warm it up before placing it back on the grass floors. Leaning down he lapped up a few gulps of water, the icy cold waters ran down his throat. Lifting his head he used his tongue to swipe up any droplets that may have clung to his lips before turning to Darkfrost. Thirsty? he asked.
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●● So you see, this world doesn't matter to me
I'll give up all I had just to breathe
The same air as you till the day that I die
I can't take my eyes off of you
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Post by flighty on Feb 7, 2011 19:33:55 GMT -8
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The tom did not push her thoughts, and Darkfrost was very grateful for that. She knew that there were quite a few others that would try to pry her mind open, crack it like a nut and struggle to read every thought of hers. It was the one entirely private thing in her life, and she was glad that Sparrowdash respected that- or was she? It just made him more perfect, and with every step by his side, she found herself wishing that the tom would show her some sort of affection. However, he shifted away from her, and she was startled by the wave of disappointment that overcame her. She shouldn't be disappointed! He was just another tom, for Starclan's sake! She tried to let it go, but it stayed in the back of her mind, nagging at her as she followed him along in silence, speaking few words between them.
She stopped thinking for now. The thoughts brought too much concentration and always led to pain. No thinking, no pain. She let her mind wander, and was finding silent shifts of the air, pinpointing several places where the prey was. She distracted herself like this until Sparrowdash's tailtip brushed her shoulder. Her muscles tensed for a split second before she noticed he was changing his direction, heading for the river. She followed along loyally, watching in bemusement as he broke a hole in the ice and licked at his paw.
She watched the muscles rippling beneath his pelt, getting lost in the reddish-brown color of his fur as he took a drink. She nearly missed it when he asked if she was thirsty.
"Erm, yeah. Th-thanks." She mewed, padding closer and leaning down, lapping up a bit of the frigid water. Her claws unsheathed, burying themselves into the bank to secure herself. A faint memory, from long ago, as an apprentice... Sliding into the river that seperated DarkClan and MistClan, Thornblaze and Onyxheart laughing at her... they'd warned her to hold the bank with her claws... She lifted her muzzle, perfect droplets clinging to her whiskers, which she flicked to shake the droplets free.
Yawning, she stretched her forepaws out and studied Sparrowdash for a long moment, emerald gaze sweeping over him. Perhaps he wasn't avoiding her... maybe he was just quiet. She'd never really seen him out and about before, but he'd always proven himself loyal.. Maybe he was just like her.
Maybe he liked being alone. It certainly was peaceful, not having to worry about conversation.
"It's nice.." She murmured, her voice nearly inaudible. "Being out here, away from the busy Clan life. Peaceful, isn't it...?"
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Post by rose on Feb 9, 2011 14:27:50 GMT -8
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●● Slow down, the world isn't watching us break down
It's safe to say we are alone now, we're alone now
Not a whisper, the only noise is the receiver
I'm counting the seconds until you break the silence
So please just break the silence ●●
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His slate blue eyes were trained the female, waiting for her to answer him. Which to his surprise was taking a bit longer than expected wasn't it just a simple word? Yes, or no that's all she really had to say and yet she seemed preoccupied on something else. Her eyes seemed distant, like she was lost in thought, and thought he felt the need to regain her attention he did not, but instead sat up straight and waited patiently. In what seemed like the blink of an eye she was focused back on reality, and in reality waited a patient tom cat who only nodded simply as she agreed to the drink and walked forward. Still she seemed different somehow from before, in camp she was like any deputy would be. Well at least he thought so, though really he had no proof that they were all this way. Everyone was different he mused taking the time to think about it for a few moments. No one was the same, similar maybe, but not exactly alike in a ways physical and emotional. Not even twins were exactly alike, perhaps physically they were compatible though emotionally they were very different. They had their own views on things, and thats what made them unique. Same with just any cat, they all had something that was different than the rest and just maybe she was expressing such things now. Though he couldn't imagine why she would be showing it to him of all cats.
Still when he finally trained his eyes back on her she was leaning down to take a drink. She still seemed so.... out of it in a sense. Like to much was plaguing her mind and every free moment her brain had allowed for another memory to come flooding in. No matter how loving or painful it was, the mind was such a complex thing. That was something Sparrow liked about the mind, it was unpredictable. At any moment it could completely space out, or transition into the next set of thoughts. The most amazing was the visions it could weave together while you slept, not many things could do nor control all of that. Not even leaders, though they felt as they ruled over it all. Suddenly a small droplet hit his nose breaking him of his thoughts. He blinked and shook his head to see Darkfrost shaking some droplets loose from her whiskers. Lifting a paw he wiped his nose to get the drop off of it. His ears flicked as she started to yawn and stretch out her body.
What he hated about yawns were that they were contagious, and he could feel one rising up his throat, but he pushed it back. His eyes roamed the vast landscape for a bit until he found a pair of deep green orbs looking at him. His blue once narrowed slightly in confusion as she seemed to be looking him over. Or trying to figure him out, and to which he would say good luck. He himself didn't even know all there was to discover about himself. When he really thought about it, he found her staring at him quite a few times this whole walk. Which wasn't uncommon when cats walked together, but still it seemed a bit different. Still he pushed those thoughts aside and turned to look back out onto the ice. "It's nice.." if he wasn't so observant he would have missed the half whisper of her voice and turned to look back at the calico she-cat.
He took a moment to sweep his gaze along the scenery. And confirmed her words with a solid nod of his tabby tipped head and looked back at her. I suppose it is. he agreed nodding his head slowly in confirmation of his own words now. "Being out here, away from the busy Clan life. Peaceful, isn't it...?" He let a bit of surprise fill his features, he expected such thoughts from himself but not the deputy. Weren't they supposed to be all about the clan and everything in it? Or perhaps this was her uniqueness showing like he had thought before. Still as soon as the emotion leaked onto his face it was gone and back to its unreadable state. Being by the river is my most favorite place... he admitted letting his gaze rest upon the frozen river. How he missed the rushing waters being held captive below. It was weird to think he actually enjoyed the water. Though mainly he missed the sounds it provided from the soft slurping of the water against the land to the sound of fish flopping about in its currents. Turning back he smirked No offense to the camp. he mewed letting a slight teasing tone flow into his words. Though he knew she could probably see it in his smirk so he didn't worry about her not catching it.
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●● So you see, this world doesn't matter to me
I'll give up all I had just to breathe
The same air as you till the day that I die
I can't take my eyes off of you
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Post by Juniper on Feb 10, 2011 18:38:55 GMT -8
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Another day. Gray skies stretched the length of the heavens, wet with the promise of rain. Bunches of clouds streaked a dull background; a tentative sun hid behind one of the clumps. Inside the warm cavern that held the camp, all was peaceful. Bustling Clan activity that was nothing special obscured the bleak mood of all the cats. Harsh leaf-bare had taken its toll on the scrawny Clan members; doubled was the huge lack of prey. Fish were trapped in their icy prisons; birds rushed to fly somewhere warmer. So it was perfectly understandable that everyone was feeling pretty gloomy that cloudy day. Everyone, except naturally Weedpaw.
Weedpaw was simply a feel-good cat. Young and eager, he had a sunny temperament. That was obvious through his words and manner. He was a ball of golden fur, energy cooped up and when released was a wad of hyperactivity. He rather radiated ecstasy itself, for when he burst out of the apprentices’ den, the general mood of the Clan lifted immediately. Now cats frolicked to work as a result. The gold apprentice, too, was among them. He barreled into several Clanmates on his way out of the damp cave. An explosion of marigold and white erupted from the camp entrance as he streaked down the steep mountainside, kicking up fluffy tufts of snow.
The apprentice half slid, half rolled to his favorite hunting location: the banks of the Iceriver. In one specific stretch of the great river, the beating sun had chipped away some of the ice. A few strokes of his sharp claws were all that were needed to pry away the ice and reach the treasures beneath. Sudden sounds distracted him just as he sighted a slippery fish wriggling its way along the sandy bottom. His paw hastened to swipe at it, but the jagged ice cut his flesh. Yanking his wounded paw back, he stared at the rose of blood marring his tawny fur with surprise. Somewhat annoyed by this inconvenience, he turned to see who it was that disturbed his hunting. Surely the patrol hadn’t yet reached this part of the Iceriver yet?
Crouching beneath a fern, which offered little to hide behind, Weedpaw strained his pricked ears to discern the words that floated to him. It was strange… He seemed to recognize the voice and yet could not match a name to it. It was silky and soft, so unlike any of the Clans’, who were mostly harsh or deceiving. This held truth and reality in it – painful reality. Softly, he crept closer to the voices. Again, he nearly leapt in surprise as he saw who was conversing. It was a pretty calico she-cat padding alongside a tannish gray tabby tom. Was that… Darkfrost? Darkfrost and Sparrowdash? A grin passed Weedpaw’s happy facial features. Oh the gossip… For it was known that Darkfrost suffered a heavy heartbreak in her past life.
Wishing not to be detected, he scrambled to move downwind of the pair, taking care not to let his usually clumsy self reveal his presence. Ears angled to the two, he heard snatches of their conversation. It appeared that they were both musing over their pasts, and sorrowful pasts they seemed. Darkfrost admitted to preferring the peace of the river to the camp, and her companion agreed, giving her a look that held hints of love in it. Weedpaw’s grin spread, though his heart rate heightened at the mention of their pasts. For he too had a miserable time as a younger apprentice. Both parents – dead. Both siblings – in an unstable mental condition, and in the prospect of death. It was just him all alone in the world. But he had earned friends, yes. He could not truly be considered alone. And yet…
Almost angrily, Weedpaw pushed these dark thoughts away. It simply was not in his nature to think such. Too, was annoyance that the deputy and her friend had caused this… this unnatural feeling inside of him. Still, he managed to let his creasing frown fade and leapt in front of the approaching Warriors. “Hi!” he greeted them warmly. They no doubt were startled by his sudden appearance. He was somewhat confused: should he or shouldn’t he let them know he was eavesdropping on them prior to this?
“Weedpaw speaks”
Weedpaw actually thinks (rare)
Weedpaw does (usually before thinking)
Word Count 714
Tags Darkfrost and Sparrowdash
OoC This is the shortest I could make it while still including everything you guys posted.
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Post by flighty on Feb 15, 2011 18:03:47 GMT -8
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Darkstar saw a bit of surprise flicker across the tom's face. Before she could drop deeper into the expression, it was gone. She wondered about this. What did the tom have to hide? The answer struck her like a stone, and she felt dumb for not having caught it earlier- his thoughts. Of course he would hide his thoughts. She understood cats like this, the ones that were always hiding themselves- she was alot like it herself. She hid her own thoughts away, keeping them tucked behind her usual up-and-go self. If only a cat could see inside her mind, they'd understand the horrors that she relived every day.
She listened as he spoke. He preferred the river- of course. She did, too. She found herself drawn closer to the tom, emotionally rather then physically, of course.. "The river is nice. It never questions your thoughts." Her voice was a murmur, and, as the words slipped from her tongue, she felt caution prickling her paws. What if he could not be trusted with her thoughts? Thoughts could give someone power of her, and she refused to let that happen. She was her own self, and her thoughts where hers and hers alone. Nobody, beside Tigerstar and Ripplefoot, had ever been granted such permission as to listen to her thoughts. And now, someone else, other then Sparrowdash, might've heard.
A slight vibration alerted her of his prescence before he leapt out. She feigned surprise, to humor her apprentice. Flicking his ears with her tail, she narrowed her eyes.
"Weedpaw, you should know better then to-" She broke off, not knowing what to say. He should know better then to what? Move? Exist? Because, no matter what he'd done, she'd have been alerted of him anyway.
"Erm... Nevermind. You were very quiet." She glanced at Sparrowdash, her expression asking a slight question- had her apprentice been silent? The vibration had been light enough, she knew that he was more then likely vey quiet as he stalked them, listening in on their conversation (obviously, what else could he have been doing?) Though, she decided, his pawsteps might have been muffled by a soft patch of earth, and she might have been wrong.
Being deaf... Oh, how Darkstar hated it. But she always learned to cope with it, making exceptions for herself in every way. She always had to focus on a cat's mouth to understand their words, and they had to be slower when they spoke to her. Sparrowdash didn't seem to have any problem. That, at least, she was grateful for. At least he didn't treat her any differently. Even though she was leader now, she still sensed the pity that rolled from some warriors, and she could still see the wonder in their eyes- as thoguh she were a rare species, like a flying mouse, that could be picked apart and still not be known how it worked.
ANyone who tried to pick her apart would get torn apart, of course.. But that didn't stop them from treating her differently. They always stretched themselves for her, acting as though she needed special treatment. They treated her like she was different. She wasn't, really, she could still hear, in a sort of way. Using air currents instead of noises, that was it. Sparrowdash didn't seem to have that problem. She really enjoyed being able to act normally around him. It was the same with Weedpaw, and she narrowed her eyes at the apprentice's sneaky expression.
She padded forward, bumping his shoulder and growling in a low voice. "We're friends, that's all. And if I were you, I wouldn't bring it up, seeing as you're head over heels for Birchpaw." She mewed slyly, glancing back at Sparrowdash and waiting for the tom to catch up.
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●● Slow down, the world isn't watching us break down
It's safe to say we are alone now, we're alone now
Not a whisper, the only noise is the receiver
I'm counting the seconds until you break the silence
So please just break the silence ●●
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Sparrow couldn't help but catch her eyes hungrily trying to search his eyes for the speck of emotion that was once in his slate blue gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly almost as if they wanted to guard whatever it was that was hiding in his mind. Then in moments she suddenly drew back, he could see the hunger fading and that helped to relax him a little as he didn't realize his body had grown so tense. Rolling his shoulders to relax them his eyes un-narrowed from his guarded state to a more bland look, as it usually was when he was around others. He didn't care much for searching anyones thoughts, they would express it in actions or state so outloud so therefore he didn't try to pry into anything that no one wanted him to know. Though he wondered why anyone tried to read him, he was cryptic and he preferred it that way. The little others knew about him the better, especially those in other clans. He preferred them to keep there noses out of their business, unless the situation demanded their knowledge. Flicking his tabby tail in thought, his thoughts shattering when he noticed her move to look toward the water.
His grey blue eyes turned to look down in the water as well. His ears flicked as they caught her start to whisper something. "The river is nice. It never questions your thoughts." Sparrow nodded slowly, he could understand that and in ways he thought the same thing. The river was something you could tell you deepest thoughts and it would carry them down stream. It would not speak, nor judge against what you had to say it would just listen. Though it was sad to say that Sparrow could not find the same relief in others besides Darkstreak who was found dead a few moons ago. He still could not believe that his elder brother was gone, dragged under the currents they suspected as his fur was found of a piece of broken ice. He must have been in one of his moods and went out without thinking. That was the problem with his brother he didn't think, he just wished he would have at least tried to build himself a better life in the clan, and with him. Sparrows ears flicked as he heard light ruffling beyond them and flicked his gaze to it.
In a heartbeat a fluffy orange tabby apprentice came bolting out, his eyes bright and happy. Sparrow allowed his mind to register his information and recognized him as Weedpaw, Darkstar's apprentice. “Hi!” his voice carried over to his lobes at great speed and Sparrow dipped his head in greeting to the young tom cat. Greetings Weedpaw. he mewed cooly his voice calm as he waited for the bubbly apprentice to make his way over to them fully. He flicked his eyes to Darkstar who was acting rather surprised, though maybe to humor her apprentice, and walked up to the young tom. Starting to scold him until she lost her words it seemed. And Sparrow waited patiently for her to finish what she was trying to say. "Erm... Nevermind. You were very quiet." her voice was questioning he noted mentally and turned as she glanced back up at him, double checking herself he supposed. Though Sparrow didn't like to meddle into other cats affairs he figured she had asked him to speak up about anything that was off.
Sparrow shifted a bit to readjust his body before folding his tail neatly over his paws. Well I must say that the overall point of your sneaking was performed nicely. However, you got a bit sloppy at the end as I heard the slight ruffling of the undergrowth before you emerged. And if it was a surprise attack you'd need to be light on your paws even when rushing." he mewed soothingly, he wasn't always a harsh tom and so he liked to praise an apprentice as well as indicate any flaws he happened upon. Getting to his paws he looked down at Weedpaw. Maybe next tim try pushing more weight to the front part of your paws, it allows you to move quicker and more quietly. Sparrow demonstrated by shifting his weight to his paw tips and moving around a bit before walking forward normally. Other than that, well done. Though I can't say I approve of the eavesdropping. he teased lightly.
Though he let his facial feature slowly soften back to his stone like face and watched as Darkstar walked forward and spoke softly to her apprentice, and it was then he didn't even try to hear her. It was none of his business what she had to say to him and so he waited. Suddenly she looked back at him, giving a sense that what was spoke was probably about him which truthfully made him a bit uneasy. But, pushing it back he could see as she waited for him to now walk over to them and so he started to walk forward. Allowing the muscle in his body to move perfectly with his body movements as he approached the two.
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I can't take my eyes off of you
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The calico form ahead of him whirled around, surprise flitting across her face. Weedpaw grinned and ducked as the she-cat aimed a swipe at his ears. It was an affectionate gesture repeated frequently, often when the apprentice had done something he probably shouldn’t have. Laughter bubbled from his throat as she spoke. Her half-formed thought lingered before she rushed on. She had praised him, but there was no true effort in her words. Instead, her intense amber gaze rose above his awkward body. Annoyance prickled his fur but he managed to say kindly (though it was more of a grumble), “Thanks for the greeting.” Not that it particularly mattered as the she-cat was not looking to read his lips. He very well could have said “here, have this bit of crowfood I coughed up” and gotten the exact same reaction.
A voice floated towards his pricked ears from behind, but he made no move to greet it. Instead, his pale gaze studied his mentor – and now leader. Darkstar was glancing at the other tom, her gaze soft. It was questioning too, of that he was sure. She seemed to be communicating without words. And as he continued to watch, a myriad of emotions flicked through those great ginger orbs. There was pain, then resolution, then love. Wait… love? Surely she wasn’t thinking about being mates with Sparrowdash. Wasn’t that against the Warrior’s Code? At last, he twisted around and approached the light gray tabby.
Sparrowdash’s expression seemed serious, and he spoke for a long while. After a mere sentence of advice, Weedpaw started getting restless. He hopped on his paws and grappled at a few nearby ferns, tearing them with his claws. At the mention of the proper way to leap silently, he immediately copied the older Warrior. He scrambled up onto a fallen tree trunk and sprang from it, his body braced for the landing. He allowed the tips of his paws to touch the forest floor first as demonstrated, but his lashing tail caught his paws as they curled. His balance veered off and he tumbled to the ground. Somewhat bashfully and humbled, he rose. His shoulders were hunched as he wondered just how much he had embarrassed his leader.
He said nothing about his failure. But when the Warrior accused him of eavesdropping, he had to say something. “Eavesdropping?” he replied innocently, his eyes wide with mock confusion. He was about to continue when Darkstar accosted him, warning him not to mention her liking of the tabby Warrior. A devilish grin spread across his face. “Course I won’t. Of course I wouldn’t mention to anyone that you like Spar-” He ducked again in case his mentor decided to pummel him with unsheathed claws. But he blushed deeply when she mentioned Birchpaw, his cheeks tingling as blood rushed to his face. He bowed his head so she wouldn’t see his expression. Had he been that obvious about his love for the pale apprentice?
Sparrowdash wandered closer, and Weedpaw wondered how much he had heard. Scarlet rosettes forming on his face again, he mumbled something indistinct. Would the two older Warriors be cruel enough to tell Birchpaw about his secret admiration of her? “Now who’s eavesdropping?” he meowed defiantly, though his amber eyes sparkled with merriment all the same. It was hard for him to push away his happiness for long. He batted at Sparrowdash’s stone gray shoulder, pleading, “Teach me that move again! I forgot how you did that.” His tail twitched from side to side and he clambered back onto the log he had leapt off of last time. This time, he resolved not to fail and further shame his mentor.
“Weedpaw speaks”
Weedpaw actually thinks (rare)
Weedpaw does (usually before thinking)
Word Count 614
Tags Darkstar and Sparrowdash
OoC I guess she’s leader now?
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Post by flighty on Feb 18, 2011 11:42:41 GMT -8
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Darkstar smiled wickedly at her apprentice. "Don't worry, Weedpaw. You're secrets safe with me, as long as you keep your mouth shut." She whispered in his ear, flicking him with her tail as Sparrowdash padded closer to show Weedpaw a better stalking move. Her whiskers quivered as she watched the handsome tabby tom's pelt ripple over his muscles. She shut her eyes tightly, shaking her head furiously to clear it. The only way to keep her thoguhts at bay was to focus on an image of Thornblaze. Anger roiled within her, and she wished that the stupid tom was still alive and here beside her so she could rip his throat out. He was as rotten as crowfood, betraying her like that. She blinked, calming now as the overwhelming thoughts of Sparrowdash toned themselves down, to shy away from the blazing anger she felt toward the tom she'd once called a brother.
Now, she wondered about Weedpaw and if he would stick true to his words. The calico leader allowed herself a small smile. Blackmailing an apprentice- really? She was his leader. She shouldn't have to blackmail her own apprentice into keeping secrets. She sighed, amusement glittering in her emeral gaze. Only Weedpaw... She thought, distracted momentarily by a shift in the wind. Her eyes narrowed and she vanished into the bushes, paws silent against the ground as she pressed herself flat against the cold earth, gazing in silence at a large raven that fluttered along the ice, pausing at the place was Sparrowdash and she had first begun. The raven was looking for small fish that swam beneath the ice. She waited until the large black bird was occupied with a small fish it'd managed to trap, then she sprang. Her muscles coiled and released in a split second, and her claws slipped out, thorn sharp points burying themselves in the raven's chest. She slammed the bird against the ice, and it's limp wings fluttered out around it. She stood there for a moment, flanks expanding as she took a deep breath of cold air. There was a sharp vibration in the ice beneath her, and she stiffened.
Her gaze wandered back behind her, following the slim crack that was beginning to chip it's way toward her, splitting the ice from the hole that the raven had fished from. The crack slipped it's way toward her and she swiftly grabbed the raven, leaping away just as the crack in the ice reached her. Her hind paws sliped on the ice and her right hind leg dipped momentarily into the water before she leaped off. She hauled against the ice with her forepaws strongly, raven's throat clenched bentween her jaws. Thank StarClan, she thought as the ice beneath her shifted, but held. It was strong enough to hold her weight, and she cursed herself for being foolish enough to leap out on unstable ice. She should've known the hole there would've weakened the frozen surface. She shrugged away her tension, shaking the frigid water from her hind leg before trotting back to the other, whiskers twitching. She set down her prey, then set to work lapping the cold from her wet fur.
"Stupid ice. I can't wait for the dumb river to melt already." She grumbled to herself, eartips burning. A leader shouldn't make such stupid mistakes..
Settling down on her stomach, she plucked a wing feather from the raven, building up a small mound of cold earth and propping the feather upright with her paws, pushing the dirt up around it absently as she watched Sparrowdash's demonstration. She could see that Weedpaw looked embarrassed of his mistakes, and she chuckled. Before Sparrowdash could re-demonstrate for the apprentice, she stepped in.
"Weedpaw, try not to wave your tail when you jump. And curve your paws a bit more- like this." She hopped up onto the log beside him, coiling her muscles and springing from the log. She kept her tail straight out behind him, and her hind pawtips curved slightly. Her forepaws brushed the ground lightly and she dropped all of her weight into her shoulders, swinging her haunches beaneath her to catch the rest of her weight and stop herself from tumbling forward.
"It's all a matter of balance." She mewed, stepping aside and motioning for him to try. "Keep yourself centered and focus on the move as you go through with it- don't think so much as use your instincts. Instincts are trustworthy in battle and in hunting. You don't have time to think too hard." She explained. "If you stop to think too much, your enemy will overtake you or your prey will just trot off. use your head, and your whiskers. Your paws are not cumbersome tools, mind you. They are a part of you, not just something to use to hunt and fight. Keep yourself in check and they'll never fail you."
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●● I'm checking your pulse
I'm giving you air
But your body disagrees
And no it don't care at all
I'm wasting my time ●●
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Sparrow paused for a moment to let the two converse for a bit longer. His head was held high as it usually was and his tail swishing behind him patiently. Some found Sparrow two patient as he rarely got mad, though he actually never showed any real emotion at all. Sparrow found it pointless to scold anyone over and over as it would leave them defiant, frustrated, and have low self esteem which is why he made it his way to praise and criticize as it leaves the cat in question proud of what they accomplished and have a way to fix the error. The cinnamon brown tabby let his eyes flick back and forth between the two as it seemed they were about done so he walked the rest of the way over. “Now who’s eavesdropping?” Sparrow's ears flicked at the sound of his voice echoing through his ear canal.
He flicked his eyes onto the apprentice, his face stone like and yet calm as he answered, "It is not eavesdropping if I made no intention on trying to hear what it was you to were conversing about." he pointed out cooly before movement from his right side caught his attention. Turning he noticed Darkstar's eyes distant, and he followed them to a raven who was perched near the icy river's bank. His mind already processed it as dangerous and so his mind instantly pushed it aside. Though it seemed Darkstar did not and in moments was moving towards the bird, he took a step forward. But decided against it, if she thought she could catch it why not let her? His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched though unease was seeping through his paws as he had a feeling someone would happen.
He parted his lips to speak but before he could warn her she went racing out onto the ice. His eyes widened in alarm as she ran along the fragile ice, his muscles tensed even when she had caught the bird. A soft sound of crackling ice caught his attention and his eyes instantly fell onto the ice that was splitting apart. The lean tabby tom started to race out onto the ice in an attempt to help her if something bad were to happen though the leader raced past him just in time to make it to shore. Skidding into a halt he watched the ice crack around himself now, hissing he turned and ran along the ice and in one long stride he leapt onto the land his claws digging into the earth beneath him.
He panted lightly before standing up to his full height. "Are you insane?!" he snapped his fur bristled a bit as he walked toward her. "What would I do if anything happened to you?" his eyes bore into hers worry flashed in his eyes before he forced himself to calm down and let his emotions disappear again as if they were never there. Heaving out a sigh he turned and walked towards Weedpaw. Just listening as she said something about the ice and went straight into teaching Weedpaw about balance. His eyes were narrowed but they were hollow, not revealing a single thought that was going through his head. And when the young apprentice asked him to show him the move again he nodded slightly and got to his paws. "Watch my paws carefully, I'll show you a few times." his voice was emotionless as he shifted his weight to the front of his paws a few times to demonstrate the move.
He didn't know why he got so worked up, though maybe it was because his brother Darkstreak died while running along the ice. He couldn't bare to lose another cat that actually meant something to him. The second he thought it his mind hissed at himself, keep your distance Sparrow you can't get hurt if you don't give in. Besides she is your leader, and you are but a warrior. he thought to himself, before now shifting his weight to his paws and moving around to demonstrate how easily and how quickly he moved now that the weight was shifted.
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●● Now your eyes roll awake
You're looking at me
You say "Darling what happened
Did I fall asleep?"
And you carry me home ●●
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Post by Juniper on Feb 25, 2011 22:39:08 GMT -8
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The dark calico she-cat leaned over to hiss quietly in his ear, her expression devious and teasing. Weedpaw laughed in a high, kittenish voice and affectionately batted at her pelt. But his chuckling hesitated as the cold tone of the other Warrior washed over him. His laughter trilled out as he narrowed his pale eyes at the tawny coat of the older cat. Weedpaw’s jaw opened as if to protest, but he noticed that Sparrowdash’s attention had wandered yet again, trained elsewhere. His gaze followed, and not to his greatest surprise, it was focused on the lithe body of the FrostClan leader. He snorted with contempt as he padded a bit closer to the tabby Warrior.
From Sparrowdash’s angle, the ginger apprentice tried to see his mentor as the other Warrior viewed her. He scrutinized every detail – the sheen of her lustrous pelt, how it shimmered a golden brown. She was quite attractive if he was into that sort of appearance. She had a light and speedy body, aerodynamically built for long leaps. Her deep amber eyes were penetrating and understanding, almost tuning to one’s every emotions. And then there was her long and tragic history, which rather mirrored the brown tabby’s. It was as if they were meant to be with each other, to consolidate the other. With these new thoughts in mind, Weedpaw edged closer as Darkstar stalked a raven.
The ginger apprentice watched as she sprang deftly in the direction of the sooty bird, her sharp claws extended. She leaped with perfect precision, perfect grace, killing the black bird immediately. He was fascinated with how effortless the task seemed for his leader. However, this admiration vanished as concern replaced it. A muffled crackling had sounded; Weedpaw’s ears strained to detect its direction. He witnessed with horror as a sharp split line shattered the ice that caked the river like mud. Splinters of ice showered over him as an explosion of freezing water gushed from an opening. In a panic, he shied away but the spray soon died down.
The calico leader landed light on her paws, raven still clutched tightly in clenched jaws. Instantly, Sparrowdash sprang on her with anger. Weedpaw was surprised by this sudden action. Didn’t the tabby secretly love Darkstar? So why was he suddenly acting light she was his enemy?
Even though the harsh words were directed at the she-cat, the apprentice still cringed. He was unused to such fury being lashed out. But he stopped, as if suddenly realizing his emotions had carried him away. Weedpaw was grateful for his ears still stung and rang with the grating tones. The earth toned Warrior turned to him and offered to demonstrate again. Somewhat jumpily, he stuttered, “N-n-no, that’s f-fine.” He was still shaking from the encounter. Embarrassed, he bent down to lick at his chest fur until it gleamed, busying himself with untangling the burrs.
Darkstar intervened in this by babbling something about balancing on one’s paws. Weedpaw heard about 20% of what she was explaining, and understood approximately 10% of what he heard. He was dazed and a bit tired. This late in the afternoon, he was accustomed to curling up with his other apprentice friends for a short nap. This preceded a minor feast where he would gorge himself until he got sick. But that was no more. Prey was running scarce, and every Warrior and apprentice wore themselves out just to provide enough fresh-kill for half the Clan.
Suddenly, his petite, amber head shot up. He managed to catch Darkstar’s last words as his daydreaming vanished. All he had heard was the word ‘fail’. Not good. His head bowed, he apologized meekly. “Sorry about… earlier.” He scooted back until he reached another felled tree trunk to clamber onto. His paws scraped the bark-strewn surface. He planted firm paws onto its edge, slanted his body, and prepared to launch. His muscles were bunched and coiled, especially those in the back. He ensured his tail was not ensnared by some low-hanging vine by swishing it a few times. Claws unsheathed as he sprang from his location. He was flying through the air, feeling the adrenaline pumping in his veins like blood. As if by instinct, he transferred his meager weight to the front, curling his paw-tips to prepare for the landing. Calculating amber eyes spied a soft mesh of leaves collected together nicely. That would do. He shifted a bit to the right and landed smoothly. A beaming smile brightened his face as he stared over at the two Warriors, triumphant. He bounded back over, feeling giddy with excitement. “That was awesome! I was like… like a bird! Soaring through the air, yeah a bird! I was… I was flying! Did you see that? Did you see me fly?” He tripped over his words in his uncontainable ecstasy.
“Weedpaw speaks”
Weedpaw actually thinks (rare)
Weedpaw does (usually before thinking)
Word Count 806
Tags Darkstar and Sparrowdash
OoC Long post…
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Post by flighty on Feb 26, 2011 11:03:08 GMT -8
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Darkstar shook out her tail, meeting Sparrowdash's angry gaze calmly. Her quiet mood quickly shifted as she 'listened' to what he was saying. She was startled that he was yelling at her, but even further startled by the words he used to scold her. Stretching her forepaws out, her calico pelt glittered in the sunlight. "Well, if I were gone, I'm fairly sure that you would freak out even more then you just did." She mewed quietly. "But I would hope that you don't drive yourself insane with worry about me." She brushed her tail lightly against his shoulder. "I'm a leader, after all. I have nine lives. You don't. Don't lose all caution when I'm in danger, because, after all, what would I do without you?" Her emerald gaze caught his for a moment, smoky green eyes soft and grateful.
The small calico leader sat down close beside Sparrowdash to watch Weedpaw's performance. The ginger apprentice carried himself well now, holding his position strongly and not backing down this time. He made the leap strongly, and landed decently. "Very nice, Weedpaw!" Darkstar called to her apprentice, letting her tail rest briefly on Sparrowdash's shoulder before flitting it away to curl around her paws. She glanced up at the tom with a shy smile.
Oh, dear! Now she was shy around him? Since when was she shy? She tried to remember the last time she'd smiled at anyone like that. Oh, right. Ripplefoot. She kicked herself internally for letting her guard down so much. That, in itself, was not a good thing! Leaders weren't supposed to let their guard down, and, besides, did she even have time for this tom? She couldn't offer him as much time as another she-cat could, and this irked her. If she was leader, she had responsibilities to the Clan and it's daily business. It would be tricky to balance her personal life and her duties together; it already was! She wanted Sparrowdash to be happy, of course, and she couldn't make him happy if she was busy running the Clan!
But what if being with her made him happy? What if he liked her more then he let on? The sleek tortoiseshell she-cat snuck another look at the tom, but before she could study him too closely, Weedpaw was flouncing around happily, shouting something about a bird and flying.
"Yes, Weedpaw, I saw that." She purred, her paws shuffling on the cold ground. "Flying, indeed! That was wonderful!" She stood up and padded over to her ginger apprentice, smiling brightly at him. "Here, why don't you take the raven back to camp and get some rest? You've earned it." She suggested, pushing the large black bird closer to him. "Maybe someone else is there waiting for you." Her tone was slightly teasing, her emerald eyes glittering with amusement.
More blackmail. No, not blackmail... More like... excessive persuasion. Trying to get her apprentice away for now made her feel a little guilty inside, but she needed to talk with Sparrowdash, to lay it all out in front of them, discuss their options, and figure out what exactly they felt about eachother. She was sure he liked her, and she liked him too!
Now it was just a matter of getting everything out in the open.
Goodness, but she hated talking things out like that. For her, long talks meant nothing but bad news. However, since she was leader now, she'd had her fair share of long talks and had figured out how to handle them. A purr rumbled in her throat as she nudged Weedpaw in the direction toward camp before returning to Sparrowdash's side.
"We need to talk." She mewed in a quiet whisper, her voice barely audible, praying the Weedpaw would leave soon and not eavesdrop...
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