by Thistill » Tue Jul 18, 2017 2:40 am
Beepaw
Female | Apprentice | Crushing on Falcon | With Leo. Falcon + Fam
The she-cat felt as if a tick had settled itself straight into her spine and was draining all of her character that she had.
Any attempt at being nice at this very moment would be feeble, as apparent by Beepaw's sharp eyes at Voltaire as she touched Falcon, something that set her off deep inside and made her chest pound in a way filled with adrenaline more than endorphins.
"Excuse me?" Came the hissing of Beepaw as she looked at Voltaire with a sharp gaze, an ear flicking and tail lashing hatefully. The she-cat had already rubbed her the wrong way in every single direction, and she felt farther from Falcon than when he had been upset about his family, but now he wasn't upset at all about it when it was mentioned, his eyes were light and airy, and she knew herself that she was not carrying herself the same way now. This is stupid now. Beepaw thought to herself sourly, a bad taste had formed in her mouth and when she spoke it was as if crawling insects, blood, and venom was seeping through her maw and overspilling onto the forest floor. "You needed help a few seconds ago and now you're all over here talking to Falcon? What happened to you needing help?" Beepaw mewed sharply to the she-cat. There was the venom in her voice.
Weaselfang
Male | Deputy | Crushing on Mintstar | With Whitefang, Ravensong
The tom briefly debated burying the mouse. He pressed his paw to the ground, realizing how muddy it just was. It would get the mouse more dirty than it was now, he dipped his maw with the mouse back into the water, washing it off a little, the mud leaking out of his mouth and the body growing colder. Weaselfang watched Whitefang pad off and Weaselfang set the mouse back down, opening his jaws to scent the air. Devoid. Nothing. He perked his ears. Devoid. Nothing. It was silent except for the squelching pawsteps of his clanmates looking for prey too. I don't even know who to give this mouse to. Weaselfang thought to himself sadly. Everyone needs to eat, the sick come first, but what about the kits? Are they more prioritized? Weaselfang thought to himself, a bit sour in his inability to think this out properly.
Bearface
Female | Warrior | Interested in N/A | With Rainwhisker, Marbledream, Paleheart, Wildfire
Bearface looked to Rainwhisker once more, then to the commotion going on. "Yes, we're strong. But perhaps it's our cue to help." Bearface said. She was strong, and she would be strong. Bearface got to her paws, her blue eyes observant like her father's own. Bearface padded over to Wildfire, hoping that Rainwhisker would do the same. Yarrowkit had finally fallen asleep and would remain in his position until awoken most likely. Treading paws never bothered him. "Paleheart, can I help you in any way? I feel it I owe you." Bearface mewed to the she-cat.
