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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] It was cold, like most days in leafbare, and Fadedstripe was feeling just plain miserable. At the moment, the dark tabby was curled up in his assigned nest, struggling to keep his teeth from chattering - he didn't want to wake any of his oversleeping denmates, who, judging by the time of day, had probably stayed up late on some patrol or the other, and would react quite violently to being disturbed. Truthfully, that was the last thing he wanted. Or needed, for that matter. Shifting slightly, the tom rolled over, flinching as a burst of cold air seemed to breach his thin fur. His ringed tail, striped in that unusual pattern that he had inherited from his father, wrapped around his coal-black paws in a futile attempt to warm them. It was strange that the cold could seep through the den's solid walls so easily; you'd think that someone (besides him, of course) would notice it and fix the mousebrained thing. Okay, so maybe he was miserable every day in leafbare, but today was even worse. It was strange that, out of all the months in the season, this particular day seemed to bother him the most. Newleaf was just around the corner, and the weather seemed to have warmed up considerably - wouldn't he be feeling better, then? Who knows; perhaps it was the promise of warm weather that irked him, or maybe even-- Ah... So that was it. Closing his bright amber eyes, Fadedstripe winced, but from remembrance this time; not the cold. This had to be the anniversary of his mother's death - he had kept track for a long time, and now, even as he tried to forget it, the memory had came back to him again. So maybe it wasn't the cold that was bothering him. He shivered violently, shifted again, then frowned at his own logic. Okay, so maybe it was the cold that was bothering him, but the memory of his mother - loving, sweet Marina - only made it worse. The tom let out a rattling sigh, then rested his head on his ebony paws, stifling a sneeze as the fluffy tip of a denmate's tail brushed up against his nose. Deciding that he had worn out his welcome, Fadedstripe retreated from the den, the cold air that greeted him nearly taking his breath away. Eyes narrowing in order to ward off the bright, yet heat-forsaken sunlight, the lithe warrior made his way to the scanty fresh-kill pile. He looked abnormally slim beside his bulkier clanmates, but that was nothing new - his build had always been that of an AspenClanner's, or so it seemed. Though, if anyone told him that to his face, there was sure to be a scuffle. He absolutely hated AspenClan. His gaze swept the pile, hoping to pick out a nice rabbit (compared to most SoulClanners, he also had strange tastes), but seeing none, he decided upon a scrawny vole. The tabby vowed to go hunting later, but instead of planning for it as he started to eat, his mind wandered. He missed Marina. Of course he missed her - she was his mother, was she not? But he had gotten over her death long ago, and truthfully, he wasn't about to sulk about it. That was the SoulClanner in him - get up, move on, and leave the weak behind. And he wasn't about to appear weak. notes - sappy, horrible post, I know. </3 word count - 563 muse - good [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=9a8b50] "Speaking" Doing Thinking "Your cat talking"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=979b2c] Stirring from her sleep Autumnfrost stood onto her paws. She sat inside the nursery and groomed her creamy white pelt. After removing the moss from her pelt she stood onto her paws. She stretched as she pushed out of the den. She smiled at the dull spring light. Soon the snow would be gone. For now it would still be chilly. She turned her glaze to the den and saw Brindlekit asleep. She let out a small purr. She loved being a queen. She looked to see if her two apprentice kits were in the clearing, but she didn't see them. She turned her glaze to the tom eating. she smiled at Fadedstripe. She padded over to the fresh-kill pile and grabed a mouse. She laid down next to fadedstripe. She looked at him. Good morning, Fadedstripe," Autumnfrost mewed. She studied his features and frowns. He seemed upset. "Whats wrong with you? You seem lost and upset. Are you okay? She started to eat her mouse but ate small bites so if she needed to respond she could. She turned her glaze back to the nursery and she could still see her kit, then, turned her glaze back to Fadedstripe. Then, took a few more bites of her mouse. Autumnfrost Speaking Autumnfrost Doing Autumnfrost Thinking "Other person's cat talking"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] Even after denying the existence of his sorrow - as well as attempting to shake off his vacancy - by the time Autumnfrost reached him, Fadedstripe had barely touched his vole. Talk about dysfunctional; he was absolutely irrational today! And, to make it worse, he hadn't even sensed her coming. It was a good thing he stayed in camp - if that had been an enemy warrior, he could of been ambushed rather easily. Selecting a mouse from the fresh-kill pile, the queen settled down beside him. The dark tabby's rosy nose twitched a bit as her familiar scent, typical of a SoulClanner, but with a touch of the nursery heightening it, seized his attention. Blinking rapidly, he looked up. "Good morning, Fadedstripe," the beautiful, creamy-white queen mewed. Beautiful; of course, Fadedstripe himself didn't really think of her that way. Not only was she nearly three years older than him, but, being a queen, she was something of a motherly figure - not a she-cat one stopped and gawked at. "Mornin', Autumnfrost," the tom replied, his young, smooth voice almost a purr, but slightly cracked from the cold. He shivered slightly, then winced as his clanmate's blue gaze, the shade of a bright autumn sky, swept over his troubled features. Tentatively, the tabby glanced at Autumnfrost's own frowning visage. She looked concerned, as if that one simple glance had told her all she had to know. "Whats wrong with you? You seem lost and upset. Are you okay?" Shivering again, Fadedstripe's brow furrowed. Either he was an open book, or this she-cat was highly empathetic. Probably the former. "I'm fine, it's just..." he hesitated, then shifted his ebony paws, obviously distressed. After a moment of thought, he continued. "It's just that it's really cold out today." It was a white lie, and though Fadedstripe was reluctant to tell anything but the truth to such a caring she-cat, he felt as if he needed to. "Or, so it seems," he added hastily, as if trying to change the subject. "What do you think?" He plastered a big, fake grin on his face, hoping that she wouldn't detect the fib. It was highly likely that she would, though. Despite his silver tongue, the tom was a horrible liar - one didn't have to be particularly persnickety about such things to realize this. [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=9a8b50] "Speaking" Doing Thinking "Your cat talking"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=979b2c] Autumnfrost odded her head in agreement to the tom. "It is cold, but soon new-leaf and then the sun wth be shinning and warming our pelts,Autumnfrost purred with excitment that just the thought of warm weather. She missed the warm weather. She looked back at Fadedstrike. She knew he wasn't upset about that. Her bossy attitude was starting to come out as she looked at the tom with 'I don't believe you' look."Fadedstripe, don't treat me like I'm dumb, because I'm not. I demand you tell me what wrong!" Autumnfrost major flaw was her bossy demanding attitude. She shrugged it off. She didn't care. She turned her glaze back to the nursery again and smiled at her small kit asleep, but turned her glaze back to Fadedstripe and she lost the smile. She flickered her tail, before wrapping her cream tail around her paws. She waited for the toms answer. She wasn't being very calm about it. She was a caring cat, with a bossy attitude which don't go well together sadly. At the same time it kinda did go together, just depend on the situation. Autumnfrost Speaking Autumnfrost Doing Autumnfrost Thinking "Other person's cat talking"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] Fadedstripe's grin widened and he let out a sigh, clearly relieved, as Autumnfrost nodded in agreement. Had his ruse worked? "It is cold," she mewed, "but soon new-leaf and then the sun wth be shinning and warming our pelts." The she-cat purred at the thought, and the dark tabby joined in, his amber eyes brightening considerably. It was true - you could smell it in the air, see it in the sky, feel it in your fur. But, truthfully, 'soon' still wasn't good enough for him. He wanted it now, and until then, there wasn't going to be any optimism on his part. He wasn't about to be mister misery-guts, though, no matter how utterly miserable he felt. No - that wasn't his job, and he had never been too enthusiastic about preforming any tasks other than his own. Appreciative of his clanmate's infectious cheer, the dark tabby returned his attention to Autumnfrost's face. "I'm looking forward to it, that's for sure--" He stopped, squinted, then recoiled at what he saw. Oh, no - the she-cat had that bossy, don't-you-dare-lie-to-me look in her eye, and, although it had never been aimed at him before, he had seen Autumnfrost direct it at others. It was terrifying. "Fadedstripe," the queen spat, "don't treat me like I'm dumb, because I'm not. I demand you tell me what wrong!" Surprised at the sudden spiel, Fadedstripe's ears flattened against his skull; the heavily patterned fur on the back of his neck, already scraggly from little-to-no grooming, bristled and spiked. His jaw slackened, but, seeming to shake off his shock, the tabby's amber eyes hardened. He wasn't going to be intimidated by this... bossy she-cat. Lifting his chin up, Fadedstripe forced himself to look Autumnfrost directly in the eyes. "That's..." He sniffed, then turned away. "that's none of your business."

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ooc - Haha, I can't wait to see how Autumnfrost will respond. xDDD

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=979b2c] Autumnfrost smiled at Fadedstripe as he mention the he couldn't wait for the warm, but the smile turned into a growl of anger and annoyance at the young tom. Her tail flickered with annoyance. She flattened her ears against her head. She briskled from head to tail. The she-cat ran over to the tom and stuck her face in his and glared at him. You listen to me, Fadedstrip and listen well. If it's no one concern, then ddon't come out into the clearing and be all moppy and sad. Your clanmates are going to wonder why what is wrong with you, you stupid mouse-brain. I can tell you know pissing off cat who are trying to help isn't going to help you either. You know what go ahead and mop around, see if I care! Autumnfrost spun around from the tom. She let out one more snarl before calming down. She sat outside the nursery and she began to groom her pelt. Slowly it was laying flat against her skin. She let her be removed from her head. She still held a glare and her tail still swiped back and forth. She looked at her kit and calmed down even more. She let out a small sigh. Autumnfrost Speaking Autumnfrost Doing Autumnfrost Thinking "Other person's cat talking"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] As paranoid as he was today, Fadedstripe didn't flinch when Autumnfrost stuck her face into his - on the contrary, he even snarled back, as awkward as it was; the two of them were nearly muzzle to muzzle, and while it wasn't as awkward as it would be with an older she-cat, this came pretty close. He could scent mouse on the queen's breath as she spoke. Fadedstripe was about to tug his head away from hers right then and there. Ugh - mouse. How... unpleasant. "You listen to me, Fadedstrip and listen well." "Oh?" the dark tabby growled, his voice actually dripping with sarcasm. Very few new how utterly vicious the tom could get when irritated - hopefully he wouldn't snap completely while the she-cat was still here. "Do I have a choice?" He didn't; Autumnfrost continued without a hitch. "If it's no one concern, then ddon't come out into the clearing and be all moppy and sad." The tabby felt his pelt go hot, not out of embarrassment because her words rang true, but out of anger. Who did this... queen think she was? How dare she even imply that! His words were no longer sarcastic - he was fuming now. "I wasn't trying to act mopey and sad. You were the one who approached me." "Your clanmates are going to wonder why what is wrong with you, you stupid mouse-brain." "True, but that doesn't give you permission to verbally attack me when I don't tell you!" The tabby snapped back, his lashing tail a testimony to his anger. He just wanted to leave - he wasn't in the mood for this. But still, as weary as he was, Fadedstripe met her gaze glare-for-glare - these were two clanmates, both extremely stubborn, in an argument. It wasn't going to stop until one of them walked away; and it sure as heck wouldn't be him! Who knew when it was going to end? There was a slight pause - Fadedstripe was about to melt with relief until (unfortunately for him) Autumnfrost continued. "I can tell you know pissing off cat who are trying to help isn't going to help you either." His menacing pair of amber eyes flashed with barely contained rage. "I wasn't--" he started to growl through clenched teeth, but the creamy-white she-cat cut him off. "You know what go ahead and mop around, see if I care!" With a snarl, Autumnbreeze spun around from the tom, her eyes still narrowed in a glare. Fadedstripe watched in disbelief as she stalked over to the nursery, sat down, and began to groom. She made no attempt to return. Oh, he was angry now - angrier than he had ever been before when arguing with another cat. How dare this she-cat just.... walk away! She started this mess! And, Great StarClan, she was gonna finish it. Still snarling, the tom called across camp, "Running away from your problems isn't going to help anything, sweet Autumnbreeze. Come back and finish what you started, or at least take the time to apologize!" His intricately-patterned brow furrowed in a perpetual scowl as he glared at her. In his opinion, he was the one who deserved an apology - his rights had been violated, had they not? He wasn't about to let this pass so easily... [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=9a8b50] "Speaking" Doing Thinking "Your cat talking"

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The day had dawned bleak and chilly. Reassuring herself, and practically reveling in, the fact that she was not needed outside to perform menial apprentice tasks, Adderpaw curled up in the warmth of her den, which was located quite near the Medicine cat’s den. Although situated near the freezing sea, the brisk winds blew air from the mainland towards the ocean. In fact, bits of heat rose from some unknown source. While this fact faintly disturbed her (she didn’t really want to know where it came from), she was fortunate for the additional heat.

By sunhigh, the temperature was still bitterly cold. The small apprentice poked a frozen nose out of her even tinier den. Outside, frost dripped from the thin hides of her fellow Clanmates. Warriors and apprentices alike moved stiffly, as if frozen solid from the cold. Stifling a laugh at their predicament, her ears caught snatches of furious conversation from nearby. She listened intently, her pricked ears aching from stretching so much. But she couldn’t identify the irritated voices. She gave a cautious sniff, shivering at the cold that seeped in through her nostrils. Hmm… Was that the scent of Fadedstripe and Autumnfrost she had caught? Probing her memory, she recalled treating one or both of them when whitecough had struck the Clan hard. It was during her early apprentice days, and she had feared she would not save them all. One died, she remembered, and she was struck with the reminiscence of the grief and shame she had experienced.

Adderpaw glanced up at the cloudy sky, its thick mist obscuring the sun’s nice rays. Stupid mouse-brained clouds, she cursed dumbly. Well duh, clouds didn’t even have brains. But that was beside the point. The tabby she-cat rose unsteadily and seemed to steel her nerves. She then stepped out of her cozy shelter and braved the leaf-bare chill.

“…Mopey and sad,” she heard. Adderpaw paused, smirking. Though she supposed one would be ‘mopey and sad’ in such terrible weather. So she proceeded onward, padding closer to the angry chorus of words being flung. Her paws took her to the edge of the Clan nursery. From atop a nearby misshapen, Twoleg-made stone, she watched the scene unfold. Autumnfrost, her pale ginger coat glinting silver beneath the thick blanket of monotone clouds, was a mere mouse-length’s away from Fadedstripe’s sneering face.

Silvery laughter tumbled from the female apprentice’s throat. Although she was apprenticed to a peace-loving Medicine cat, she was thrilled with battle. Fight! Fight! Fight! she called silently in her mind. Her jade green eyes gleamed with anticipation. Her muzzle stretched forward, ears pricked high, fangs showing. She was concentrating so hard that she barely caught the last few words thrown. “…Stupid mouse-brain.” Hmm, seems like at least someone else shared her concerns about the stupid clouds in the sky.

But then her look of utter excitement crumpled and wilted. Adderpaw glared on as the queen spun away from the approaching fight. “Coward!” she grumbled. Oops, that was a bit loud. Swiftly, she clambered off of her perch in one neat leap. Her pale eyes roving the bare landscape, she spied a clump of tall grass. Quickly she burrowed deep in the bunch, rustling the blades of greenery until she was positioned satisfactorily. Only the tip of her muzzle peeped out to continue surveying Autumnfrost’s and Fadedstripe’s interaction with each other.

Word Count: 563
Tags: Autumnfrost and Fadedstripe
OoC: Haha, Adderpaw just loves a good fight!