by yeeee. » Wed Aug 19, 2015 8:13 am
{Thank you jolly ^^}
Then, after a few blissful seconds, it slammed the pearl tom all at once. His reaction? Of course, as always, a small smile. What in the name of Starclan...? There are so many things wrong with this. First of all, why did he reject? ... Ahhh... I know why. He is fearful. I challenged him too much... is that why you reject me, Scorchstar? You believe I really want to overthrow you from the inside out? Is it because you fear I lust for life so much that I'd attempt to assassinate you, although you have at least half your lives and a clan of cats that despise me? Secondly, why not tell me yourself? He made the ultimate decision alone I believe - I didn't see him leave his den all night. Do you despise me that much? His baby blue eyes locked on the side of the den, unblinking for a few long moments.
Why does every clan despise me, and ultimately chase me out? Am I that much of a threat to legacy? Hrm... Dragging his legs beneath him, the petite tom rose from the bed, that same smile plastered on his maw. I will have some fun. Perhaps he should've left straight away. But... his mood wouldn't exactly allow it. "Perhaps not entirely deaf, but my hearing isn't the keenest," Snow said without changing face or tone. I'm not asking what you said... I'm giving you a chance to change it.
Tagged ;; Mossleap
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Spottedpaw grinned at the younger molly. "No problem," she stated, amusement coating her voice. Yawning once more, she gazed at her bed longingly for a minute, before forcing herself into an awkward stretching position. Licking her maw, she rolled her golden eyes then. "Plumwhisker has some nerve barging in her and waking us all up," the apprentice stated, but more amusement crept into her voice. "We outta get her back," Spottedpaw muttered, but let it drop.
She remember Flarepaw's words. Frankly, no mischief, at least not for awhile. It's odd, considering she always was up for fun earlier- eh, guess Scorchstar did something that we didn't see. Or maybe Flarepaw is finally settling down and focusing on becoming a warrior. "Yeah.. Noeyes can be a terror," Spottedpaw agreed, cutting off as another yawn came forth. Nodding her head slightly in an attempt to stay awake, she exited the den, before biting her bottom lip. "I'm assigned to patrol today," Spottedpaw mewed absentmindedly. It's been awhile... or maybe it's me.
Tagged ;; Flarepaw
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Batpaw noted the purr wasn't nearly as sweet as usual, and she had given a slightly startled response. She's usually much more alert and at ease than this. Regardless, he didn't voice his input yet; he simply listened to her words, his whiskers twitching slightly as he licked moisture from them. Then, he spoke. "Perhaps that's their sign - no sign. That could be their way of telling us that we are doing well - that we are less reliant than we were," the petite ebony tom mewed quietly, curling his tail slightly. The tall tom then hesitated a bit. Softberry is considered.. the usually calm, observant, sweet Softberry. Maybe I shouldn't be consoling her - she is correct, my warriors assessment is upcoming. However, it is rather unusual to see Softberry in such a state. With everything going on, the leader will need your support more than ever. Besides, I would like to know what is going on within my clan. Regardless, Batpaw shifted awkwardly. He never really felt comfortable with talking to cats, and tended not to do it often unless some drastic foolishness had occurred. But, today was an exception.
"Your concern is understandable, yet don't let it cloud your judgement." Aptly put, don't be overly hostile towards the rogues... yet. Observe and be jovial, but never give up anything at the same time... that is until Scorchstar accepts them. They could be excellent warriors, or detriments to my fm,ily. Realizing his words were a bit stern and directed considering Softberry was a higher rank, Batpaw cleared his throat then. "I do hope so. As for Moon speaking cats..." the tom hesitated, not the best with conversations, "Wouldn't that be star speaking?" Flickering his namesake ears backwards, he heard Hawkcry come over - hard not to hear with those heavy foosteps - eating.
How're you supposed to spar on a full stomach, Hawkcry? That's not exactly a small hare. A soft sigh escaped Batpaw's maw, and he resisted the urge to roll his filmy turquoise eyes. Ah well. Perhaps when you live to regret that choice you won't do it again - unless, that is, you have mastered the ability to fight even after stuffing your maw. This spar match will be intriguing, to say the least.
Tagged ;; Softberry
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