Roleplaying wrote:Rabbitwish
Cootfeather
Duskpaws
Smoothpetal
Tagged wrote:Sunnyflower / EC
Tumbleclan
Webwing / BC
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Rabbitwish hissed lowly as he padded along, his gaze scouring the cracked ground. He was unconsciously heading towards the Echoclan border; a bad habit that he had meant to break but didn't have the heart to. His paws were moving of their own accord. The tom lashed his tail in irritation. Why can't this be easy? His head twitched. A noise? He lifted his head, peering at the border. No cat stirred. You must be hearing things, Rab. He sighed. Might as well make use of your time. Rabbitwish began to pick his way towards the Gathering Area, where he knew of a good patch of celandine grew. Smudgepaw's eye needed to be treated again, but they were out of the healing herb.
As he approached the area, a familiar scent filled his nostrils. Conflicting emotions tore at him. Has she forgiven me? No! I can't see her again. I want to see her again. Turn around. Go back to camp. Pretend this didn't happen. Be the loyal tom your father believes you to be! You're the leader's son, for goodness sake! He froze. Rabbitwish couldn't do it. He trodded his way into the Gathering Area, not meeting Sunnyflower's gaze as he began to gather the celandine that he had come for. But even though he did not acknowledge her, he was hyper-aware of her presence. A prickling in his side, a magnetism of sorts, telling him that she was closeby. That he should also be closeby. And that he couldn't.
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Cootfeather stalked a few taillengths in front of Duskpaws, his tail lashing. Duskpaws kept his eyes on the ground. "Why do you care about this kit so much, anyway? She's just a kit, after all. We have plenty." Duskpaws mumbled to himself. Cootfeather whirled around, slamming his paws into the younger tom's chest and pinning him to the ground in a matter of seconds. The black tom's fangs were bared, his claws barely sheathed. "Do you have no shame? You are the deputy's only son, yet this is how you act! As if your clanmates are toys, bits of moss thrown about at your every whim! She is a living, breathing, cat! Just like you! And you have no idea what it is like to think that you have lost a child! I'd be shocked if a shecat ever fell for a rat like you." Cootfeather snarled. Duskpaws pressed his head into the ground, his eyes wide. He had never seen the tom like this before. But he didn't want to see him do that ever again. The dark tabby slowly pushed Cootfeather away from him, rolling to his paws and continuing on without apology. Well, be shocked than, because she's a heck of a lot prettier than you! Duskpaws sniffed, holding his chin up. Haha, good joke, me. No shecat likes you. A small voice in the back of his skull responded. Mistlepaw might. Ew! The twoleg rat? Haha.. ha! ...ha.. His inner laughter faded. Thinking of Mistlepaw made Cootfeather's actions seem small. And that disgusted Duskpaws almost as much as he enjoyed the thought. It disgusted him that he enjoyed it. He shook out his pelt. "Let's just go get Tigerkit back, ok? Then this will be all over and I can go back to my life, and you back to yours." Duskpaws said without turning around. Cootfeather's expression made Duskpaws feel that it would never be over, at least to the older warrior.
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Smoothpetal padded along the border with Beechclan, a light smile on her face. It wasn't an intentional direction, she was looking for any stray herbs she had missed the day before. So far, nothing. Not even a Beechclan patrol. The brown shecat paused, crouching to admire a spiderweb that spanned between the branches of a dead bush. Web? ... That... oh! I'm near his territory, aren't I? Smoothpetal stood up straight, lifting her neck to get a better view of the Beechclan land. Witherclan has been so hectic lately, it would be nice to see a familiar face... She admitted quietly to herself.