by FireCalls » Mon Mar 10, 2014 5:08 am
Hawktail:
I feel my fur prick suspiciously, "Oh?" I challenge, rising up to my paws, towering over my mate. It's pain that moves me to fury, not lack of trust. And it's our role as mates that lets me speak this way, not her role of leader, "What was so important?" I growl, "From what I've heard Darkheart asked if you wanted to go hunting, and you said yes!" I feel my fur fluff, up, "And what did it get you? Hungry kits and a broken paw!" My anger has abolished my worry, I slip past her, still fuming, and bound out of camp. She can care for the kits, a while.
Mousekit:
Confused, I back away from Willow, "You can't be a leader." I say, matter-of-factly, "You're a rogue. Unless your a rogue leader, but then, your name wouldn't change." I shake my head slightly, then say, just as pointedly, "You can be Willowstar; leader of the rogues. I'll be Mousestar; leader of Stormclan." I leap at her again, unaware of how offensive I just was.
Stonekit:
I start, backing away from Lilly nervously, "Oh, um, hi... um... Lilly." I stammer, tail down and ears back, "Did you want to... to p-play with me?" I ask, lowering myself into an awkward crouch.