S P A R K P A W
Sex: female Age: 8moons Rank: Fighter Apprentice Crush: tbd Betrothed: tbd Interacting: Pebblesky, Hollyflower, Skypaw, Fluffypaw, Apprentices
The tortoiseshell female was just shimmying off the faint traces of dust that had clung to her fur, having hoisted herself up from her short slumber. Yes, it was a short sleep. While some of the apprentices were capable of sleeping during the night, or for that matter through anything, Sparkpaw always seemed to be too bothered by others' bodies around her to actually achieve her needed shut eye. Sparkpaw hated sleeping by others, even if nights were supposed to get cold. The long haired oriental scrunched her face up in irritation. Naturally she awoke in such a state, part of her morning routine, but this contorted face of disgust was triggered by something else. It wasn't lighting up any idea bulbs until a warrior just bumbled in grabbed whom she thought to be Fluffypaw and lunged back outside their den. Interesting, her nostrils again flaring from the scent- Oh, well that'll do it. Whatever warrior had nodded in and quickly sped away she felt a little more aggravated about, He just darts in and thinks we are all going to get the message? Not all of as are top notch sniffers here. In all fairness of course the apprentice with an attitude knew that the yowling from outside should have been enough to make the lingering lumps of fur haul their rears. But there were also those cats that decided standing and looking around doe-eyed in confusion was a better plan. The female's spitting was loud and aggressive, though that wasn't really too odd for a cat such as Sparkpaw, "Get your lazy rears out of the damn den for Star Clan's sake you flea-brains!" Her yellow-green eyes glinted in anger at the sudden bits of surprise from some of the remaining apprentices, mostly Skypaw who always seemed to be the doe she referred to. After the last of their group funneled out of the den she too made her grand escape. With a powerful launch from her two back legs, the feisty female soon followed her own orders and emerged in a swift wind from the den. That's when she began catching the orange dancing light. A fire? How? Her eyes narrowed further in disdain, it was going to be a fun next few days and nights trying to rebuild the camp. And for Star Clan's sake no cat better die, I'm not about that mourning crap. Sparkpaw decided to keep moving and eyeing what lay forward than at the beautiful but deadly flames that were likely to engulf the camp. Ahead of her she finally identified Peppblesky and Hollyflower. And of course she still had some words to say even during the crisis, "HELLO, you could have actually told the rest of this lot to move their behinds!? Not everyone responds to a silent nodding, and why is Fluffypaw in your mouth, Fluffypaw don't tell me you tripped and sprained something out of panic?! My goodness what kind of apprentices are you guys?"
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S K Y P A W
Sex: male Age: 8moons Rank: Fighter Apprentice Crush: tbd Betrothed: tbd Interacting: Pebblesky, Hollyflower, Sparkpaw, Fluffypaw, Apprentices
Skypaw seemed to snap back into reality at the horrible hissing of Sparkpaw, I mean she could try just calmly telling us to get out, screaming doesn't really help in emergencies. Does it? But now really wasn't the time for questions or attempting to change Sparkpaws outlook on her attitude. The soft lilac, long furred tom skedaddled under the tortie's scornful eyes. They definitely never reached speaking terms yet, it was difficult for Skypaw to try interacting with her when he was already shy and unsure of just about everything he did. Scampering outside and soon away from their flame tinted camp, Skypaw's frowned deepened thinking about his brother, Darkwillow. He wasn't still in there, was he? He shook his head, Skypaw had confidence in his older brother he seemed to handle all situations with a calm and stoic face, never faltering in his composure. How Skypaw would ever amount to that was beyond him, he often thought it impossible. But Skypaw didn't wan to dote on his self-pity for long, if he did that he'd fall behind. If he did that he'd probably hear more out of Sparkpaw. In fact he already heard her running her maw to, boy was she bold, a warrior, Pebblesky. Of course seeing as he had Fluffypaw in his mouth, he couldn't exactly respond back. Skypaw's thoughts drifted, where were they running to, how long would they have to be away from camp? Would there even BE a camp to return to? Distracted, the tom was unaware of a pot hole of sorts, a dip in the earth, which cause him to fumble with his footing. FANTATSTIC!!!! He growled at his own thoughts as his body began to slide through the wet earth and into a few of his clan mates. They were going to need to jump in a pond after this one.
occ: I leave it up to you guys whom he bumps into and drags with him into the mud.