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Post by honeyy on Mar 22, 2011 1:07:01 GMT -5
Eyes narrowed in an all too curious way, the ginger she-cat let her tail flick to the side once more as she tilted her head to the side, unsure exactly what to make of this new sight. Sunlight bled through the treetops like the first calls of the birds in the fresh morning, the light breeze barely disturbing a leaf within the undergrowth of the territory. To most, despite the thin, snowy layer of white covering the ground, it would have been a pleasant day. But to the young apprentice, she didn't give much care to the landscape. No, her attention was glued to the strange beetle, its wings beautiful shakes of blue and gold, shimmering like the stream on a leaf-fall day. She'd never seen one before, especially no crawling across the top of the apprentice's den like this one was.
Why did beetles always come in so many colours? Ye sit made them easy to tell apart, but something about their coloured shiny pelts always made her stop and think. What even made them that colour? Why were some shiny black like a RiverClan cat's pelt and others brighter than a wild flower with spots? Maybe she was even thinking about it too deeply. Wrinkling up her nose slightly, Honeypaw pulled herself straight once more with a small huff. Confusing beetles, undecided about what colour suited them best. Yet. Beetles were more interesting than most things. Green gaze scanning the camp, all she she-cat could bring to think of was simply how boring the place was. There wasn't even anything interesting to mull over within the ravine's walls.
Another sigh left her jaws. No one gathered around the edges of the clearing was even remotely interesting, all warriors with no imagination or apprentices who were more likely to tease than debate with her. Not even Foxpaw's annoying tail was lying about within the confined area. But then again, with this snow that was probably for the best, the last thing she needed was him kicking the powder into her face like he always did. Giving up on her scan of the clan, the ginger apprentice slowly padded toward the fresh kill pile. She'd already been dragged out hunting earlier that morning on the first patrol, and now as her stomach gave a small grumble, she found herself finally taking the benefit of it for herself.
Picking a small mouse from the small pile after glancing toward the elders den, the she-cat slowly led herself back toward the apprentices den, sitting down outside it with a small frown. She really needed to find something better to do with her time. Glancing back to the den with a thoughtful gaze (she couldn't remember if Lynxpaw had been there or not), she finally decided against moving, instead leaning down to take of bite of the cold creature.
[ooc; sorry this took so long. x.x]
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Post by foxpaw * on Mar 31, 2011 10:08:04 GMT -5
He was lurking, watching. A silent bird of prey in the night. The cool air buffeted against his pelt, his eyes narrowing as he stared against the wind at his target. His claws unsheathed and dug at the bramble atop of the nursery, the tom flinching as the prickly plant caught against his fur. But that was nothing, he'd faced much worse things. Foxpaw held the urge to turn about and face the stinging spot which he felt itching, but there were other important matters to tend to.
Honeypaw. His latest, and most common victim.
The she-cat had been fixated upon some uninteresting beetle that Foxpaw could have cared less about it. If he had come upon it, he'd most likely play a game of toss with it along with some of the other apprentices and kits. At least that was something to do. He held his breath for a rabbit's heartbeat, pressing himself as close to the brambles as he could without collapsing the entire den in. Sure, he didn't want to be seen, but he didn't want to be confined to camp tending to the elder's nasty ticks. His breath left him as the she-cat abandoned the bug, heading to the fresh-kill pile. "Fatty," The orange cat grumbled, finally stalking from off the nursery roof and climbing down the sloped side to press through the opening in the walls. Thank Starclan Coalfur wasn't around, or she'd have his ears for this.
The queens didn't give much fuss at his entry as he peeked his head out once more, crouching low. He wriggled, timing the jump and the distance of the land. Honeypaw had glanced upwards from her meal and towards the apprentice's den. Perfect. With a screeching yowl, Foxpaw burst out into the camp clearing, paw extended to smack the piece of chilled prey from his sister's incoming jaws. His hind legs skittered across the ground unsteadily and per usual, the young tom smacked upwards with his other paw, sending un-iced flakes of snow into the other's face.
"Ha!" He was quite proud of his incredible stalking and pouncing technique. He'd have to do this again. "If I was a giant owl, I would have ripped your ears off and fed you to my chicks!" Too many elder stories again. A cheeky grin lit across the tom's muzzle. Oh, he was just too good at this.
(it's no problem, i kept you waiting too. >> and don't mind the scattered post, had to type this up real fast before the keyboarding teacher got back from his meeting, haha.)
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Post by honeyy on Apr 2, 2011 17:51:38 GMT -5
It was too quiet, and while others would say it was stupid to think such a thing, she'd learned a lot time ago that too much silence was as bad as too much noise, and it was enough to have the young she-cat unnerved. However, she'd worry about that once her growling belly was settled. The piercing yowl that shattered the quiet was more than enough to make the she-cat jump a mile in the air, her ginger fur fluffing up instinctively as she jumped to her paws, but not before a darker ginger blur rushed through her vision, whacking away the mouse. Before she could could even comprehend what was even happened, ginger was dissolved by white, as the cold snow connected with her face.
Great, just great. The whole thing made too much sense as soon as she managed to cough, shaking her head fiercely to try and get rid of the cold flake that had settled in her fur. “Foxpaw! You pesky little...!” Her breathless meow was cut off mid-way by the tom's triumphant yowl. “Ha! If I was a giant owl, I would have ripped your ears off and fed you to my chicks!” Ears flat against her head, Honeypaw screwed up her nose in obvious disgust, the cold melting snow chinning her skin in a way she didn't need right there and then. She should have just whacked the snow straight back at him, but her paws were already freezing, not to mention he'd be too happy about returning the favour.
Instead, she shook her head, and instead focused on his words, a confused look settling across her face. “My word Foxpaw, why would you even want to be an owl? All they ever do is sleep and flutter about in the clouds!” It baffled her, how her brother could even think of being something like that. Not that flying wouldn't be of any interest. Pausing to tilt her head thoughtfully, the she-cat's irritation quickly faded away as he thoughts took hold, not for the first time. “I wonder what it would be like to fly, more like a butterfly than a sinister owl.” The words were more to herself than to the ginger tom, but all the same she looked back up at him with thoughtful eyes.
Honeypaw you strange creature, he doesn't care about what you might want to do! She scowled herself mentally before shaking her head. Right, she never finished her earlier rant. “What in StarClan's name provoked you to flick snow! Of all things! Surely you have a mentor to pester instead of me.” Huffing, the ginger she-cat glares at him for a long moment. He'd btter have a good reason for annoying her. As much as she wanted company, she didn't want it if all he was going to do was flick snow in her face and ramble about owl.
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Post by foxpaw * on Jun 16, 2011 23:53:03 GMT -5
It had all went according to plan. As many times as he had crept up on his litter mate or even darted alongside her while she was unsuspectingly daydreaming, Foxpaw would have thought that she would have started to become more aware of advances. But he was never one to complain, really. The closer of an eye he could keep on his sister, the better.
That grin never left his face and he only chuckled as Honeypaw's nose crinkled and the fur on her back began to lay flat. As if to assist the already melting snow, he angled his body slightly, his tail smacking effortlessly at her nose to brush away whatever white flakes were left clinging to her light ginger pelt. Well, of course, he made sure to add a bit of extra 'oomph' to the last brushing, giddily turning himself away. Green eyes flickered over her, hoping that the apprentice would at least give him some sort of chase and he was readily disappointed as his sister instead dipped her head in thought.
Foxpaw had opened his mouth to smartly comment about her sudden 'theories', but the query of what was so great about being an owl caused him to plop down in front of her. "You think too much." Was the tom's only reply. His jaws stretched wide in a yawn, preventing him from continuing. After licking his tongue over his whiskers, he added, "I could use some extra sleep, y'know. That'd be great, actually. Oh, and preying on innocent little animals - like you - sounds fun!" Yeah, yeah. He wasn't going to let any of this die down soon. Starclan knew.
Her next ramblings seemed more spaced and Foxpaw heard the mention of a butterfly. "Ew. Bugs. They make me cringe." Sure, they didn't. But as her brother it was his job to pester her. It was his duty to debate every little mention of hers when he wasn't being lazy. However, he couldn't keep the purr out of his voice as he spoke fondly to his littermate.
The tom was about to quickly change the subject, but Honeypaw did that for him - this time, mentioning to him about the flurry of snow he'd sent in her direction. He couldn't help but to laugh and with a roll of his eyes, he glanced at her before staring off along the dens of the camp. If he made eye contact, he'd feel obliged to apologize. "You know who my mentor is. That's not a good idea." Pouncing Coalfur while she was eating her share? He didn't even want to think about it. "And that's what I have you for, darling little sister." His tail flicked casually. While it may have been his sworn duty to pester her, he also had a right of protecting and defending her. "How's it been for you? Any trouble with other apprentices? Warriors? Your mentor?" He spoke as if he didn't see her everyday.
He was up on his paws again, ears pricked for her reply, this time retrieving the thrown mouse. It was against the Warrior Code to disrespect prey like this and although its fur was sopped wet and it was hard as ice, they could just... put it back and get something else. The Elders wouldn't notice that it had a bite or two missing from it. Foxpaw dropped the creature at the lighter cat's paws. "Are you gonna finish that? I say put it back..."
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