SkyClan Training Plateau [Archive]

AbsurdJinx

December 29th, 2016, 10:05 PM

Grousestar was a bit ashamed that he hadn't gotten a chance to train with apprentice at all yet, he would have liked to train her as soon as he had proclaimed himself as her mentor, but alas, things had gotten rather busy with moving the clan and recovering from the battles that they had gone through and hadn't a single chance to train with Featherpaw at all, but now he finally had time to get to train the young she-cat. He had told her yesterday to meet him at the training plateau this morning and had naturally gotten there before her, he didn't want her to get there and her stand there all alone because he was late. He knew that the she-cat was paranoid and he knew that him being late to the ordeal wouldn't help her in the slightest, and actually, he had chosen himself as her mentor solely because he wanted to help her become less scared of the world.

And so the brown tabby had waited there in the training grounds since the crack of dawn, simply listening to the birds singing in the trees, watching the clouds pass by through the branches of the leafless leafbare trees, just about as happy as could be, the cuts and scraps and wounds from the liberation of the clans healing nicely, they wouldn't leave any scars luckily enough.

Finally Featherpaw appeared in the training grounds, Grousestar spotting her immediately and unable to begin purring out, the tom rising from his original laying position, stretching slightly and approaching the apprentice slowly, his tail held high.
"Greetings Featherpaw, glad to see that you could make it." Just like whenever he spoke with any other cat, there was a purr to his voice, a lighthearted tone that never really seemed to falter except when his clan was threatened. "Are you ready for your first day of training?" He questioned with a smile, tilting his head slightly.

FeatherPaw flinched simply at the sight of GrouseStar, and she discreetly stepped back, avoiding his gaze. She was trembling with anxiety, and her nervousness wasn't very difficult to spot. Before looking away, she had managed to sneak a quick glance at him, admiring his confident nature. Her belly fur brushed against the ground, and her tail was curled at her flank. She was obviously attempting to appear as small as possible.

She did, however, find some comfort in his lighthearted tone. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to help her relax. FeatherPaw could only nod in response to his questions. She had even attempted to speak, but nothing escaped past her parted lips. She closed her mouth, shifting away from GrouseStar by a few more kittensteps.

She always felt guilty after acting this way around another cat, but she couldn't help it. Anxiety controlled her, and it demanded her to shy away from those willing to approach her. FeatherPaw, though, strongly disliked her own nature. She believed she could be much more than a worried she-cat. She often dreamed of herself being a self-confident, carefree molly, but honestly, she struggled to see herself like that. Sure, she had once been like that, but that was only around one cat - her mother-figure, the cat who raised her. The only cat she had ever been open around was her deceased guardian, Shrike. Together, they were a troublesome duo who would often disrupt the peace of their housefolk's home.

With a quiet cough to clear her throat, FeatherPaw gathered the courage to briefly look at her mentor. What got her attention most was his smile, and with the slight tip of his head, she had to admit his adorableness. He reminded her of a curious kitten, which caused a breathy giggle from herself. She hadn't heard herself laugh in ages, but she didn't like the sound. She flattened her ears at her opinion of her own laugh, and averted her gaze from GrouseStar's line of vision. She even shuffled her body in her attempt to make herself smaller. FeatherPaw, in this moment, wished she could just become invisible. Nobody would miss me anyway, She concluded. Tears threatened to flood her eyes, but she was quick to blink them away. She wouldn't dare shed a single tear in front of anybody.

She tried to clear her mind of the depressing, haunting thoughts to focus on training, but she couldn't. Heck, training didn't excite her in the smallest. She couldn't find an interest in it. Really, she just wanted to curl up in her nest and sleep forever. FeatherPaw couldn't feel pain in her sleep.

Asikari

December 29th, 2016, 10:48 PM

Asikari flew to the training grounds, when she got there, she skidded to a stop.
So, what did I miss? The dragon winged cat asked, hoping she didn't miss anything.

The Cannibal

January 1st, 2017, 03:26 PM

FeatherPaw flinched simply at the sight of GrouseStar, and she discreetly stepped back, avoiding his gaze. She was trembling with anxiety, and her nervousness wasn't very difficult to spot. Before looking away, she had managed to sneak a quick glance at him, admiring his confident nature. Her belly fur brushed against the ground, and her tail was curled at her flank. She was obviously attempting to appear as small as possible.

She did, however, find some comfort in his lighthearted tone. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to help her relax. FeatherPaw could only nod in response to his questions. She had even attempted to speak, but nothing escaped past her parted lips. She closed her mouth, shifting away from GrouseStar by a few more kittensteps.

She always felt guilty after acting this way around another cat, but she couldn't help it. Anxiety controlled her, and it demanded her to shy away from those willing to approach her. FeatherPaw, though, strongly disliked her own nature. She believed she could be much more than a worried she-cat. She often dreamed of herself being a self-confident, carefree molly, but honestly, she struggled to see herself like that. Sure, she had once been like that, but that was only around one cat - her mother-figure, the cat who raised her. The only cat she had ever been open around was her deceased guardian, Shrike. Together, they were a troublesome duo who would often disrupt the peace of their housefolk's home.

With a quiet cough to clear her throat, FeatherPaw gathered the courage to briefly look at her mentor. What got her attention most was his smile, and with the slight tip of his head, she had to admit his adorableness. He reminded her of a curious kitten, which caused a breathy giggle from herself. She hadn't heard herself laugh in ages, but she didn't like the sound. She flattened her ears at her opinion of her own laugh, and averted her gaze from GrouseStar's line of vision. She even shuffled her body in her attempt to make herself smaller. FeatherPaw, in this moment, wished she could just become invisible. Nobody would miss me anyway, She concluded. Tears threatened to flood her eyes, but she was quick to blink them away. She wouldn't dare shed a single tear in front of anybody.

She tried to clear her mind of the depressing, haunting thoughts to focus on training, but she couldn't. Heck, training didn't excite her in the smallest. She couldn't find an interest in it. Really, she just wanted to curl up in her nest and sleep forever. FeatherPaw couldn't feel pain in her sleep.

{I'm so sorry about how late this reply is!}

The brown tabby wasn't phased as he saw his apprentice visibly flinch as he approached, he knew what he was getting himself into when he elected himself as her mentor, he couldn't expect her to randomly be cured of whatever shyness or fear she held on the first day of training, or at the first sight of him one on one with her, but he planned to try and help her throughout the moons he would spend with her, that was his goal. Besides, just about every apprentice was nervous on the first day of training! It was something new, the first time that their parents weren't right behind them, they were there with just their mentor, a cat they most of the time hadn't really known beforehand. So really, Grousestar expected any apprentice to be like this on their first day of training.

So while he wouldn't be able to 'cure' her of any sort of fear or nervousness, the tom could try and make her feel as relaxed and as comfortable as ever and so he kept his light-hearted, gentle tone, a tone he used with all cats of the clan, to make them feel at ease because sometimes he feels they treat him differently because he was the leader, and that's not something he wanted.

Seeing her back away a few more steps, Grousestar simply stopped his approach and sat down with his tail curling over his paws several fox-lengths away, not at all wanting to intimidate her in any sort of way.
"If you're not ready to start Featherpaw, then that's quite fine too. I won't actually be teaching you much today, it's sort of meant to be an evaluation so I can get a sense of what you know and how you work best, nothing too hard." Mewed the tom with that same light smile of his, drawing a paw up and casually beginning to rasp his tongue over it before bringing it up and using it to wash his forehead and behind his ears to the best of his ability, his eyes remaining carefully on Featherpaw, though ready to look away if she gave any sign that she didn't enjoy his gaze being near her, knowing that some cats didn't like eye contact at all and naturally he would respect that. As her mentor, he wanted to everything in his power to make sure that she was comfortable and at ease in his presence. Because if they didn't have trust, then she wouldn't learn anything. Trust was key in this.

"Just tell me when you're ready and we'll begin. I want to analyze how you think you should hunt first, again, nothing too hard, just pretend you're hunting a mouse use uh.. Use that leaf over there as your 'mouse'." He said, nodding towards a single leaf that was near the far right side of the training grounds before turning his head back to her and smiling gently, ready to watch her whenever she decided she was ready to show what she knew to him. He would say nothing else after this, he would simply fall quiet and wait and see, he wouldn't push her, he wouldn't do anything at all, he would quite simply wait.

Don't worry, she'll get out of this little phase little by little the more you train with her, this is how she'll be permanently. She'll learn to know that other cats, ones of her clan, won't hurt her in any sort of way, not if I have anything to say about it. Thought the tom to himself as he waited there, quietly washing himself.

AbsurdJinx

January 1st, 2017, 04:29 PM

{I'm so sorry about how late this reply is!}

The brown tabby wasn't phased as he saw his apprentice visibly flinch as he approached, he knew what he was getting himself into when he elected himself as her mentor, he couldn't expect her to randomly be cured of whatever shyness or fear she held on the first day of training, or at the first sight of him one on one with her, but he planned to try and help her throughout the moons he would spend with her, that was his goal. Besides, just about every apprentice was nervous on the first day of training! It was something new, the first time that their parents weren't right behind them, they were there with just their mentor, a cat they most of the time hadn't really known beforehand. So really, Grousestar expected any apprentice to be like this on their first day of training.

So while he wouldn't be able to 'cure' her of any sort of fear or nervousness, the tom could try and make her feel as relaxed and as comfortable as ever and so he kept his light-hearted, gentle tone, a tone he used with all cats of the clan, to make them feel at ease because sometimes he feels they treat him differently because he was the leader, and that's not something he wanted.

Seeing her back away a few more steps, Grousestar simply stopped his approach and sat down with his tail curling over his paws several fox-lengths away, not at all wanting to intimidate her in any sort of way.
"If you're not ready to start Featherpaw, then that's quite fine too. I won't actually be teaching you much today, it's sort of meant to be an evaluation so I can get a sense of what you know and how you work best, nothing too hard." Mewed the tom with that same light smile of his, drawing a paw up and casually beginning to rasp his tongue over it before bringing it up and using it to wash his forehead and behind his ears to the best of his ability, his eyes remaining carefully on Featherpaw, though ready to look away if she gave any sign that she didn't enjoy his gaze being near her, knowing that some cats didn't like eye contact at all and naturally he would respect that. As her mentor, he wanted to everything in his power to make sure that she was comfortable and at ease in his presence. Because if they didn't have trust, then she wouldn't learn anything. Trust was key in this.

"Just tell me when you're ready and we'll begin. I want to analyze how you think you should hunt first, again, nothing too hard, just pretend you're hunting a mouse use uh.. Use that leaf over there as your 'mouse'." He said, nodding towards a single leaf that was near the far right side of the training grounds before turning his head back to her and smiling gently, ready to watch her whenever she decided she was ready to show what she knew to him. He would say nothing else after this, he would simply fall quiet and wait and see, he wouldn't push her, he wouldn't do anything at all, he would quite simply wait.

Don't worry, she'll get out of this little phase little by little the more you train with her, this is how she'll be permanently. She'll learn to know that other cats, ones of her clan, won't hurt her in any sort of way, not if I have anything to say about it. Thought the tom to himself as he waited there, quietly washing himself.

[ No! No apologies! I know how busy you must be & I demand that this rp be on the bottom of your to-do-list ]

FeatherPaw felt warmth spread throughout her at his easy-going nature. She feared the worst of her mentor. For example, what if he had been harsh? If he had been quick to throw her into battle training? Of course, her mind automatically drew her to the worst case scenario ever. Her heart practically pounded against her chest, and she wondered if GrouseStar could hear it. She shuffled her paws anxiously, her gaze locked on her feet as she listened to him speak.

She silently thanked him for adjusting to her... her... disability? Her nature? Her anxiety. Whatever - she was just thankful to have such a nice mentor. FeatherPaw risked a brief glance at her mentor. He had a gentle smile that would relax anyone's tensed muscles - with the exception of FeatherPaw. Her movements were robotic, which such stiff muscles. GrouseStar looked like a warmhearted cat, and he most definitely proved that he was when he spoke. She averted her gaze, and instead, she looked at the leaf - er, `mouse` - he pointed out.

All she could do was stare blankly at the leaf for what seemed like ages. She didn't want to move in front of GrouseStar, as she was sure he'd be able to pick out a few of her flaws just by the way she walked. Heck, she was sure he found something wrong in just her appearance. She certainly did. She was born a jet-black molly, but as she aged, flecks of white began to paint her pelt. She hadn't thought very highly of herself before, personality-wise, but since the added specks of white, she hasn't thought very highly of herself both appearance-wise and personality-wise.

She didn't hear anything from GrouseStar except the faint laps of his tongue passing over his pelt. Tears flooded her eyes as she continued to stare at the leaf - but no, it was not the leaf that brought water to her eyes. She felt so strange in training - standing before her mentor who awaited her movement. FeatherPaw couldn't move. She couldn't. She bit back a sob, refusing to cry in front of others. Then she couldn't breathe, and she couldn't see. Everything before her was blurry. She shifted back, gasping for breath, and aggressively shaking her head as she repeatedly murmured the words `I can't` and `I'm sorry`. As she did this, she didn't look at GrouseStar as she expected to see him disappointed or furious with her cowardice. As she pictured her mentor's look, her gasping and words quickened - worsened. Her head swirled, her stomach ached uncomfortably, and her chest tightened. She couldn't think.

The Cannibal

January 6th, 2017, 06:27 PM

[ No! No apologies! I know how busy you must be & I demand that this rp be on the bottom of your to-do-list ]

FeatherPaw felt warmth spread throughout her at his easy-going nature. She feared the worst of her mentor. For example, what if he had been harsh? If he had been quick to throw her into battle training? Of course, her mind automatically drew her to the worst case scenario ever. Her heart practically pounded against her chest, and she wondered if GrouseStar could hear it. She shuffled her paws anxiously, her gaze locked on her feet as she listened to him speak.

She silently thanked him for adjusting to her... her... disability? Her nature? Her anxiety. Whatever - she was just thankful to have such a nice mentor. FeatherPaw risked a brief glance at her mentor. He had a gentle smile that would relax anyone's tensed muscles - with the exception of FeatherPaw. Her movements were robotic, which such stiff muscles. GrouseStar looked like a warmhearted cat, and he most definitely proved that he was when he spoke. She averted her gaze, and instead, she looked at the leaf - er, `mouse` - he pointed out.

All she could do was stare blankly at the leaf for what seemed like ages. She didn't want to move in front of GrouseStar, as she was sure he'd be able to pick out a few of her flaws just by the way she walked. Heck, she was sure he found something wrong in just her appearance. She certainly did. She was born a jet-black molly, but as she aged, flecks of white began to paint her pelt. She hadn't thought very highly of herself before, personality-wise, but since the added specks of white, she hasn't thought very highly of herself both appearance-wise and personality-wise.

She didn't hear anything from GrouseStar except the faint laps of his tongue passing over his pelt. Tears flooded her eyes as she continued to stare at the leaf - but no, it was not the leaf that brought water to her eyes. She felt so strange in training - standing before her mentor who awaited her movement. FeatherPaw couldn't move. She couldn't. She bit back a sob, refusing to cry in front of others. Then she couldn't breathe, and she couldn't see. Everything before her was blurry. She shifted back, gasping for breath, and aggressively shaking her head as she repeatedly murmured the words `I can't` and `I'm sorry`. As she did this, she didn't look at GrouseStar as she expected to see him disappointed or furious with her cowardice. As she pictured her mentor's look, her gasping and words quickened - worsened. Her head swirled, her stomach ached uncomfortably, and her chest tightened. She couldn't think.

{All rps have equal importance to me so I'm not putting this one at the bottom of my list, but thank you for understanding! c:}

Despite what she might fear, Grousestar could most certainly not hear that little heart of hers beating in her chest, no matter how loud it sounded in her ears, though he could make a guess that it was at an abnormal rate, it usually was with nervous cats like her. He spoke to her in his usual, easy-going, calm and gentle manner, treating her with as much gentleness as he offers every other cat in the clan, perhaps even more so if that was even possible considering he cared for all cats of the clan.

Emerald eyes focused on her for a moment as she looked at the leaf he instructed could be used as a 'mouse', happy that she at least looked at it and appeared to give it some sort of thought, and then looked away again, knowing that direct eye contact could perhaps make her even more nervous. Instead, the tom looked up at the bare limbs of the trees above, that smile of his still on his muzzle, his gaze focusing on a black bird that chattered noisily, flitting from one branch to another, bobbing its head. Grousestar liked birds, he liked how free they were, how they could fly where they wished and the elegance that went with them, he truly admired them and they were perhaps his favorite species of prey. All the while he watched the bird in the canopy, he kept his ears trained on her, waiting to see if he could hear any sort of movement, though not expecting her to do anything.

All the while the molly stared at the leaf, the tom simply watched the bird until it eventually flew from sight, in which he would let out a soft, happy sigh, his gaze momentarily focusing back on his apprentice before he slowly laid down on the ground of the training grounds, neatly tucking his paws beneath himself and making himself looked comfortable and relaxed, another trick he had found that sometimes helped nervous cats. If you looked relaxed, sometimes they would relax a bit too, and again, he kept in mind to not look too long so that she would grow self-conscious or scared.

His gaze continuously made small journeys back to the young cat as the leader waited very patiently for her, in the meantime quietly cleaning his pelt. Though his ears perked up when he heard her pawsteps and gasp, his head quickly snapping up to look at the young she-cat with worry, seeing her stumble backwards and shake her head rather aggressively. Immediately the brown tabby was to his paws and whisking over, within seconds he was upon her, pressing against her side and wrapping his tail around her.
"Shh, it's okay Featherpaw. I'm not forcing you to do this, you do this when you're ready, take it easy hm?" Cooed the tom softly, making sure his tail wasn't coiled too tight around her knowing it could just be another thing that might freak her out even more, which was something he most certainly did not want to do.
"It's alright Featherpaw, I'm not going to get angry. I promise."

AbsurdJinx

January 6th, 2017, 10:28 PM

{All rps have equal importance to me so I'm not putting this one at the bottom of my list, but thank you for understanding! c:}

Despite what she might fear, Grousestar could most certainly not hear that little heart of hers beating in her chest, no matter how loud it sounded in her ears, though he could make a guess that it was at an abnormal rate, it usually was with nervous cats like her. He spoke to her in his usual, easy-going, calm and gentle manner, treating her with as much gentleness as he offers every other cat in the clan, perhaps even more so if that was even possible considering he cared for all cats of the clan.

Emerald eyes focused on her for a moment as she looked at the leaf he instructed could be used as a 'mouse', happy that she at least looked at it and appeared to give it some sort of thought, and then looked away again, knowing that direct eye contact could perhaps make her even more nervous. Instead, the tom looked up at the bare limbs of the trees above, that smile of his still on his muzzle, his gaze focusing on a black bird that chattered noisily, flitting from one branch to another, bobbing its head. Grousestar liked birds, he liked how free they were, how they could fly where they wished and the elegance that went with them, he truly admired them and they were perhaps his favorite species of prey. All the while he watched the bird in the canopy, he kept his ears trained on her, waiting to see if he could hear any sort of movement, though not expecting her to do anything.

All the while the molly stared at the leaf, the tom simply watched the bird until it eventually flew from sight, in which he would let out a soft, happy sigh, his gaze momentarily focusing back on his apprentice before he slowly laid down on the ground of the training grounds, neatly tucking his paws beneath himself and making himself looked comfortable and relaxed, another trick he had found that sometimes helped nervous cats. If you looked relaxed, sometimes they would relax a bit too, and again, he kept in mind to not look too long so that she would grow self-conscious or scared.

His gaze continuously made small journeys back to the young cat as the leader waited very patiently for her, in the meantime quietly cleaning his pelt. Though his ears perked up when he heard her pawsteps and gasp, his head quickly snapping up to look at the young she-cat with worry, seeing her stumble backwards and shake her head rather aggressively. Immediately the brown tabby was to his paws and whisking over, within seconds he was upon her, pressing against her side and wrapping his tail around her.
"Shh, it's okay Featherpaw. I'm not forcing you to do this, you do this when you're ready, take it easy hm?" Cooed the tom softly, making sure his tail wasn't coiled too tight around her knowing it could just be another thing that might freak her out even more, which was something he most certainly did not want to do.
"It's alright Featherpaw, I'm not going to get angry. I promise."

[ You're too nice xD ]
[ I love what you wrote here - ``GrouseStar liked birds`` - it sounded so innocent in my mind; absolutely adorable cx ]

FeatherPaw flinched at GrouseStar's touch, but as soon as she adjusted, she sank into the warmth he offered her. ``I'm sorry,`` She cried, shaking her head softly. She continued to look sadly at the ground, her head turned so she was facing away from the tomcat. Her ears were folded back, and her eyes were shut tight as if it would clear her of tears, as if nobody would be able to see her embarrassing panic attack if she couldn't see them. She had fallen into a crouch, her chin resting on her paws, and her tail having quit moving due to nerves. She feared moving, but she didn't know why. She was eager to hide her face beneath her paws, but she was much too scared to move her head to do so.

She found comfort in his soothing voice that told her she wasn't being forced to stalk the leaf - er, mouse. Unfortunately, it was not enough to relax her as she continued to release dry sobs, and her muscles didn't stop being tense. FeatherPaw's chest heaved with every shaky inhale and exhale of breath, and she even dared to flex her toes despite her fear of movement at the moment. ``I-I can't breathe,`` She complained, leaning into GrouseStar as she focused on evening her breaths.

I can't. I can't. I'm sorry. I can't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. These were the two statements that were being repeated, non-stop, in her mind. Otherwise, FeatherPaw couldn't think straight. Almost like she was lost in a flood, fighting to keep her head above the surface. Meanwhile, blurred figures threw objects at her, yowling harsh words, like they wanted her to drown. The figures were safe, on land, and every time she would try to lift herself onto the terrain, she would be pushed off. It was frustrating, and scary, as well as exhausting - she simply could not understand it. Her frequent panic attacks were frustrating, scary, exhausting, and difficult to understand.

FeatherPaw, unbeknownst to her, was cursed with severe anxiety and depression, and her self-confidence was exactly in the high range. She feared nearly everything, including herself. There was never an escape. If she were to pounce on a leaf pretending to be a mouse - panic attack. If she were to leave camp - panic attack. If she were to curl up for bed - panic attack. Not to mentions that her dark thoughts often put her down. However, she did try to add a positive touch to her mainly-negative nature. She'd tell herself `today will be the day! The day I have the confidence to face my fears!`` but it never happens. This only put her down even more.

GrouseStar had quite a challenge on his paws.

The Cannibal

January 7th, 2017, 12:18 AM

[ You're too nice xD ]
[ I love what you wrote here - ``GrouseStar liked birds`` - it sounded so innocent in my mind; absolutely adorable cx ]

FeatherPaw flinched at GrouseStar's touch, but as soon as she adjusted, she sank into the warmth he offered her. ``I'm sorry,`` She cried, shaking her head softly. She continued to look sadly at the ground, her head turned so she was facing away from the tomcat. Her ears were folded back, and her eyes were shut tight as if it would clear her of tears, as if nobody would be able to see her embarrassing panic attack if she couldn't see them. She had fallen into a crouch, her chin resting on her paws, and her tail having quit moving due to nerves. She feared moving, but she didn't know why. She was eager to hide her face beneath her paws, but she was much too scared to move her head to do so.

She found comfort in his soothing voice that told her she wasn't being forced to stalk the leaf - er, mouse. Unfortunately, it was not enough to relax her as she continued to release dry sobs, and her muscles didn't stop being tense. FeatherPaw's chest heaved with every shaky inhale and exhale of breath, and she even dared to flex her toes despite her fear of movement at the moment. ``I-I can't breathe,`` She complained, leaning into GrouseStar as she focused on evening her breaths.

I can't. I can't. I'm sorry. I can't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. These were the two statements that were being repeated, non-stop, in her mind. Otherwise, FeatherPaw couldn't think straight. Almost like she was lost in a flood, fighting to keep her head above the surface. Meanwhile, blurred figures threw objects at her, yowling harsh words, like they wanted her to drown. The figures were safe, on land, and every time she would try to lift herself onto the terrain, she would be pushed off. It was frustrating, and scary, as well as exhausting - she simply could not understand it. Her frequent panic attacks were frustrating, scary, exhausting, and difficult to understand.

FeatherPaw, unbeknownst to her, was cursed with severe anxiety and depression, and her self-confidence was exactly in the high range. She feared nearly everything, including herself. There was never an escape. If she were to pounce on a leaf pretending to be a mouse - panic attack. If she were to leave camp - panic attack. If she were to curl up for bed - panic attack. Not to mentions that her dark thoughts often put her down. However, she did try to add a positive touch to her mainly-negative nature. She'd tell herself `today will be the day! The day I have the confidence to face my fears!`` but it never happens. This only put her down even more.

GrouseStar had quite a challenge on his paws.

{Aw, well I'm glad you think so xD}
{Yeah, Grouse is an innocent little babe, he doesn't even understand what love is, so pure :heartbounce:}

"Don't apologize, there's nothing to apologize for, you're alright." Breathed the tom gently, brushing the tip of his tail along her shoulder and gently resting his chin on tom of her head, in a way trying to shield her from the outside world, to shield her from whatever demons plagued her mind and caused her to react so negatively. That's what Grousestar wanted to do so desperately bad, to shield her from that fear, her inner demons, so that she could live a normal life because he knew, he just knew that this young molly had to be suffering if she were this nervous and scared all of the time. He wanted to help her so desperately bad, she was his apprentice and she was a valuable member to his clan.

Nonetheless, the tom continued to gently brush the tip of his tail along her shoulder as a human might gently rub someone else's back to help soothe them, lifting his chin from her head to look over her nervously, almost seeming to make sure there was no outward sign of injury, just wanting to be absolutely positive that she didn't have an illness or infected wound, anything of the sort. "You can breathe Featherpaw, you're just breathing too fast and shallow and are scaring yourself. You're alright." Reassured the tabby, continuing to soothingly brush at her shoulder with his tail that was loosely curled around her.

"It's alright, just focus on getting your breathing back to normal. Just know you're in a safe place and I would never let any harm occur to you, alright?" Purred out the tom quietly, his gaze slowly looking up at the canopy again to find that the black bird was back, a small smile turning the corners of his muzzle upwards.

"Do you see that bird up there Featherpaw? That's a black bird. They're just like a crow and a raven, but they're smaller. They're not as smart either, but aren't they just so pretty? Don't you think it's beautiful how they can fly wherever they want, just on the whim of thought?" Questioned the tom, still looking up at the bird with bright eyes, his tail still brushing along her shoulder. It was a genuine question, but also a tactic to get her mind off of whatever had caused her panic attack. He's never actually dealt with a cat who's had one, but he's got a decent idea of what to do and figured he was helping, or at least helping to the best of his ability. Grousestar might have a challenge, but I believe you just happened upon one of the most patient cats in Skyclan.

Grousestar would be more than happy to spend an eternity helping this young molly best her anxiety and depression and that was the absolute truth.

AbsurdJinx

January 12th, 2017, 06:21 PM

{Aw, well I'm glad you think so xD}
{Yeah, Grouse is an innocent little babe, he doesn't even understand what love is, so pure :heartbounce:}

"Don't apologize, there's nothing to apologize for, you're alright." Breathed the tom gently, brushing the tip of his tail along her shoulder and gently resting his chin on tom of her head, in a way trying to shield her from the outside world, to shield her from whatever demons plagued her mind and caused her to react so negatively. That's what Grousestar wanted to do so desperately bad, to shield her from that fear, her inner demons, so that she could live a normal life because he knew, he just knew that this young molly had to be suffering if she were this nervous and scared all of the time. He wanted to help her so desperately bad, she was his apprentice and she was a valuable member to his clan.

Nonetheless, the tom continued to gently brush the tip of his tail along her shoulder as a human might gently rub someone else's back to help soothe them, lifting his chin from her head to look over her nervously, almost seeming to make sure there was no outward sign of injury, just wanting to be absolutely positive that she didn't have an illness or infected wound, anything of the sort. "You can breathe Featherpaw, you're just breathing too fast and shallow and are scaring yourself. You're alright." Reassured the tabby, continuing to soothingly brush at her shoulder with his tail that was loosely curled around her.

"It's alright, just focus on getting your breathing back to normal. Just know you're in a safe place and I would never let any harm occur to you, alright?" Purred out the tom quietly, his gaze slowly looking up at the canopy again to find that the black bird was back, a small smile turning the corners of his muzzle upwards.

"Do you see that bird up there Featherpaw? That's a black bird. They're just like a crow and a raven, but they're smaller. They're not as smart either, but aren't they just so pretty? Don't you think it's beautiful how they can fly wherever they want, just on the whim of thought?" Questioned the tom, still looking up at the bird with bright eyes, his tail still brushing along her shoulder. It was a genuine question, but also a tactic to get her mind off of whatever had caused her panic attack. He's never actually dealt with a cat who's had one, but he's got a decent idea of what to do and figured he was helping, or at least helping to the best of his ability. Grousestar might have a challenge, but I believe you just happened upon one of the most patient cats in Skyclan.

Grousestar would be more than happy to spend an eternity helping this young molly best her anxiety and depression and that was the absolute truth.

Featherpaw fought to balance her shaky breaths, her gaze locked on the ground before her as she struggled to focus. She was genuinely grateful for Grousestar's company, although there was that ounce of irritation in her in which she felt for him. Shut up! But as quickly as it had grown, her frustration with him disappeared - which was quick. It was replaced with self-pity and sadness. He doesn't know. He doesn't care. Why's he trying? He isn't even trying. He just wants you to stop because you're annoying. She continued to convince herself that he truly didn't care. He wants to get this session over with. Then he won't have to be with me. I can understand that, though... I mean, why do I have to be me? Her breaths quickened, and she shuffled her paws as if preparing to run away - but she didn't. She was afraid of moving, for a reason she did not know.

While Grousestar continued to talk about the bird within the trees, Featherpaw's breathing was becoming stable. However, her breaths remained slightly labored as if lacking the energy to breathe properly. Her chest would rise and fall in a shaky motion, and her entire body trembled. She took a risk, barely raising her chin to stare at the blackbird. From the corner of her eye, she could see Grousestar staring at the bird as well. But unlike her, he had a kit-like fascination with the bird - she found him and his reaction with the bird to be absolutely adorable. Featherpaw studied the black-feathered prey, wondering what was so amazing about it. Luckily, the bird became a distraction, and her anxiety was forgotten.

She could feel the tomcat's tail brushing against her side in a soothing rhythm, offering her warmth and comfort in which she appreciated. Featherpaw exhaled heavily, blinking at the animal of flight. It wasn't completely black, a few flecks in it's feathers being shades of gray. It's eyes were round, and and a yellow-orange - frightening, actually. It's pointed peak matched the color of it's eyes. However, it was a gorgeous animal. Her gaze fluttered to it's wings, tucked to it's side. Her jaw dropped slightly as she began to understand Grousestar's feelings towards the bird. She imagined it's wings spreading, the feathers twitching as it did so. It would launch itself off the ground, producing a pathetic excuse for a cloud of dust as it's feet left the ground. The wings would be a blur as they swung up and down, gaining height. Reaching towards the sky, flying away from all it's troubles. It would be free.

``I - I want to be a bird. I want to fly away from all my troubles. Far, far away from here,`` Featherpaw murmured in response, her eyes wide in fascination as she imagined herself as a bird, flying away from here. Hope and joy sparkled in her eyes as if her thoughts had become reality. A weak smile was on her face, and her whiskers would twitch whenever her smile faltered. Bird. I want to be a bird.

The Cannibal

January 25th, 2017, 04:14 PM

Featherpaw fought to balance her shaky breaths, her gaze locked on the ground before her as she struggled to focus. She was genuinely grateful for Grousestar's company, although there was that ounce of irritation in her in which she felt for him. Shut up! But as quickly as it had grown, her frustration with him disappeared - which was quick. It was replaced with self-pity and sadness. He doesn't know. He doesn't care. Why's he trying? He isn't even trying. He just wants you to stop because you're annoying. She continued to convince herself that he truly didn't care. He wants to get this session over with. Then he won't have to be with me. I can understand that, though... I mean, why do I have to be me? Her breaths quickened, and she shuffled her paws as if preparing to run away - but she didn't. She was afraid of moving, for a reason she did not know.

While Grousestar continued to talk about the bird within the trees, Featherpaw's breathing was becoming stable. However, her breaths remained slightly labored as if lacking the energy to breathe properly. Her chest would rise and fall in a shaky motion, and her entire body trembled. She took a risk, barely raising her chin to stare at the blackbird. From the corner of her eye, she could see Grousestar staring at the bird as well. But unlike her, he had a kit-like fascination with the bird - she found him and his reaction with the bird to be absolutely adorable. Featherpaw studied the black-feathered prey, wondering what was so amazing about it. Luckily, the bird became a distraction, and her anxiety was forgotten.

She could feel the tomcat's tail brushing against her side in a soothing rhythm, offering her warmth and comfort in which she appreciated. Featherpaw exhaled heavily, blinking at the animal of flight. It wasn't completely black, a few flecks in it's feathers being shades of gray. It's eyes were round, and and a yellow-orange - frightening, actually. It's pointed peak matched the color of it's eyes. However, it was a gorgeous animal. Her gaze fluttered to it's wings, tucked to it's side. Her jaw dropped slightly as she began to understand Grousestar's feelings towards the bird. She imagined it's wings spreading, the feathers twitching as it did so. It would launch itself off the ground, producing a pathetic excuse for a cloud of dust as it's feet left the ground. The wings would be a blur as they swung up and down, gaining height. Reaching towards the sky, flying away from all it's troubles. It would be free.

``I - I want to be a bird. I want to fly away from all my troubles. Far, far away from here,`` Featherpaw murmured in response, her eyes wide in fascination as she imagined herself as a bird, flying away from here. Hope and joy sparkled in her eyes as if her thoughts had become reality. A weak smile was on her face, and her whiskers would twitch whenever her smile faltered. Bird. I want to be a bird.

{Jeez I am so sorry about how late this reply is x.x"}

As patient as ever, the tom, after speaking to her, remained quiet knowing that sometimes things simply needed to sort themselves out, she needed to be the one to tell her mind to calm down because it wouldn't matter what he said, in the end it was her who had to be the one to calm herself back down. Grousestar could only help but so much, but he would most certainly try his best to help as much as he could. The tom couldn't imagine the whirlwind of fear that was going on in her mind right now, but he knew it couldn't be good, he couldn't imagine the thoughts that were there in her mind, be he guessed that they could be ones of frustration, or of denial, ones that berated herself. He could talk all he wanted, but again, in the end, it would have to be her who stops these thoughts.

With his attention focused on the bird, he swiveled his left ear just slightly, noticing that her breaths were starting to become more stable, hoping that this was a sign that she was beating her mental demons, that she was overcoming this small breakdown, knowing that she was a strong cat, that she just didn't know it yet. But meanwhile, he spoke about the bird, allowing himself to become nearly entranced by it, fascinated by it and truly admiring it just like he always did. He wished that he could be as graceful, as elegant as that bird, to have the wisdom of it that only a bird could have. Many cats didn't like to think of them as anything but prey, but he saw them as fragile messengers that spoke and flew with the wind, telling warnings of rain, of danger, of anything going on in the forest with their own language that in its own were songs.

As the sunlight hit the black part of the birds feathers, a beautiful, glossy purple seemed to reflect the light back, making the creature even more beautiful in the leaders eyes, causing his smile to brighten considerably as the creature cawed out in it's strange language. Everything about that bird, everything, was beautiful to Grousestar. The way it moved, the colors, the way the light flooded over it's glossy feathers to give it a touch of new color, the way it's beaks and eyes set it apart from it's otherwise black body and even the way it spoke. It wasn't like the song of other birds, it was solely unique to that single species, the small series of chirps, the four whistles that increased in pitch in the last two whistles and the way the calls seemed to fill the forest after just one lets out a single chirp. The entire thing was amazing to him and he found it a shame that not everyone could truly admire the beautify of this bird, or any bird in general.
The blackbird turned on the branch, calling out into the forest, it's wings opening as if it thought about taking off before folding back to it's side and the bird turning back around on the branch, cocking it's head at the two cats in the training grounds.

Grousestar's ears swiveled as he heard Featherpaw speak up, his head turning slightly and his gentle green eyes focusing on her, allowing her to finish before turning his gaze back up to the bird.
"I once wanted to be a bird too. So that I could fly wherever I wanted, as free as ever, and speak in song, warning others of danger." And sometimes, the brown tabby still thought about his naive desire to be a bird, fond memories of his kithood, imagining that he was a raven and making silly chirping sounds as he raced around his mother, pretending that was flying and warning other birds of a cat in the forest. The thought brought a fond smile to his muzzle, his whiskers quivering a bit as he recollected the memory.

AbsurdJinx

January 27th, 2017, 04:06 PM

{Jeez I am so sorry about how late this reply is x.x"}

As patient as ever, the tom, after speaking to her, remained quiet knowing that sometimes things simply needed to sort themselves out, she needed to be the one to tell her mind to calm down because it wouldn't matter what he said, in the end it was her who had to be the one to calm herself back down. Grousestar could only help but so much, but he would most certainly try his best to help as much as he could. The tom couldn't imagine the whirlwind of fear that was going on in her mind right now, but he knew it couldn't be good, he couldn't imagine the thoughts that were there in her mind, be he guessed that they could be ones of frustration, or of denial, ones that berated herself. He could talk all he wanted, but again, in the end, it would have to be her who stops these thoughts.

With his attention focused on the bird, he swiveled his left ear just slightly, noticing that her breaths were starting to become more stable, hoping that this was a sign that she was beating her mental demons, that she was overcoming this small breakdown, knowing that she was a strong cat, that she just didn't know it yet. But meanwhile, he spoke about the bird, allowing himself to become nearly entranced by it, fascinated by it and truly admiring it just like he always did. He wished that he could be as graceful, as elegant as that bird, to have the wisdom of it that only a bird could have. Many cats didn't like to think of them as anything but prey, but he saw them as fragile messengers that spoke and flew with the wind, telling warnings of rain, of danger, of anything going on in the forest with their own language that in its own were songs.

As the sunlight hit the black part of the birds feathers, a beautiful, glossy purple seemed to reflect the light back, making the creature even more beautiful in the leaders eyes, causing his smile to brighten considerably as the creature cawed out in it's strange language. Everything about that bird, everything, was beautiful to Grousestar. The way it moved, the colors, the way the light flooded over it's glossy feathers to give it a touch of new color, the way it's beaks and eyes set it apart from it's otherwise black body and even the way it spoke. It wasn't like the song of other birds, it was solely unique to that single species, the small series of chirps, the four whistles that increased in pitch in the last two whistles and the way the calls seemed to fill the forest after just one lets out a single chirp. The entire thing was amazing to him and he found it a shame that not everyone could truly admire the beautify of this bird, or any bird in general.
The blackbird turned on the branch, calling out into the forest, it's wings opening as if it thought about taking off before folding back to it's side and the bird turning back around on the branch, cocking it's head at the two cats in the training grounds.

Grousestar's ears swiveled as he heard Featherpaw speak up, his head turning slightly and his gentle green eyes focusing on her, allowing her to finish before turning his gaze back up to the bird.
"I once wanted to be a bird too. So that I could fly wherever I wanted, as free as ever, and speak in song, warning others of danger." And sometimes, the brown tabby still thought about his naive desire to be a bird, fond memories of his kithood, imagining that he was a raven and making silly chirping sounds as he raced around his mother, pretending that was flying and warning other birds of a cat in the forest. The thought brought a fond smile to his muzzle, his whiskers quivering a bit as he recollected the memory.

[ No, it's fine! Don't worry about it, honestly. c= ]

Featherpaw stared at the bird in wonder as it's gaze rested on her and her mentor.It's gaze was piercing, like it knew something she did not. She couldn't help but meet it's prying eyes, searching for something that was not there. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath during her staring match with the bird, and she was quick to exhale. Holding her breath reminded her of her previous episode of panic, and she didn't want to think about that. She couldn't even bear looking at Grousestar who had experienced her internal attack; embarrassment kept her from looking at him. So when he spoke, she kept her gaze on the bird.

Featherpaw allowed a weak smile when he admitted he once shared her wants. But her smile faltered when she told herself he simply made up that story - perhaps so she wouldn't explain any further, or because he wanted the conversation to end quicker. Deciding to help him, she murmured hoarsely, ``Why d-don't we start training?`` Although she wasn't exactly eager to jump back into the thing that caused her attack, she was uncomfortable talking with someone - especially someone who preferred not to talk to her. That's everyone, she reminded herself. Featherpaw did, though, want to end the session - for Grousestar's sake. It couldn't be good for him to be with someone like herself.

Overpowering her fear of moving, Featherpaw shuffled away from Grousestar, removing her gaze from the bird. Now, her gaze was locked on her forepaws which shifted on the ground uneasily. She stood a tail-length or so from her mentor, much too fearful of moving to move any more. Although she asked the tomcat to begin training again, she wasn't ready to. Her reasons for everything she chose to do were complex - too complicated to explain. But she knew that even if she wasn't ready to train, she wanted the session to be finished. She wanted to return to Camp and curl in her nest, dreaming of being an animal of flight. Dreaming of flying away from all her fears, flying away from everything that brought her pain.

goddess of ducks

February 9th, 2017, 06:21 AM

graves

February 9th, 2017, 06:53 PM

731

February 9th, 2017, 07:03 PM

Povenshout padded into the area excitedly. this was his first apprentice! He was determined to not screw it up. His blue eyes shined as he turned to Blackpaw, smiling. "This is the training plateu," he mewed, his voice quivering with excitement as he spoke,"this is where we'll spend a lot of our time battle training and hunting moves, and we'll go in the territory later if you'd like to maybe practice your first hunt." the cream tom couldn't stop smiling because he could now share all of his excitement with someone.
Immacat

''Why he looks so content with that...Well, this is not important at all...'' thought the tom serious, when he approached from his mentor, he asked ''We will train fighting?'' Blackpaw meowed, and yawned lazily, ''It's better be fight, it's better be a fight, it's better be a fight!...'' he screamed mentally, he knew that he was really bad at hunting, and can stress someone easily with his terrible ways, one day a cat said that he hunt like a kit, and he thought that this cat was not wrong at all.

graves

February 9th, 2017, 07:53 PM

''Why he looks so content with that...Well, this is not important at all...'' thought the tom serious, when he approached from his mentor, he asked ''We will train fighting?'' Blackpaw meowed, and yawned lazily, ''It's better be fight, it's better be a fight, it's better be a fight!...'' he screamed mentally, he knew that he was really bad at hunting, and can stress someone easily with his terrible ways, one day a cat said that he hunt like a kit, and he thought that this cat was not wrong at all.
"We'll try a few moves sure, then practice a hunting crouch and see if we can bring back anything to the fresh kill pile." he mewed,"Though I'm a terrible hunter so i can promise anything." he chuckled. He made his way over to a more clear spot in the platu,tail twitching,"Ready to start?"

731

February 9th, 2017, 07:58 PM

"We'll try a few moves sure, then practice a hunting crouch and see if we can bring back anything to the fresh kill pile." he mewed,"Though I'm a terrible hunter so i can promise anything." he chuckled. He made his way over to a more clear spot in the platu,tail twitching,"Ready to start?"

Blackpaw was happy, and sighed relieved, he nodded in agreement, ''Should i start? he meowed, unsheathing his claws, pratically dug in the ground, the cream tom moved his tail, he chuckled a bit when his mentor said that he was a bad hunter, this makes him feel more comfortable.

graves

February 9th, 2017, 08:03 PM

Blackpaw was happy, and sighed relieved, he nodded in agreement, ''Should i start? he meowed, unsheathing his claws, pratically dug in the ground, the cream tom moved his tail, he chuckled a bit when his mentor said that he was a bad hunter, this makes him feel more comfortable.
"Shealth those claws of yours buddy," the warrior mewed,"when training you never use your claws, only in real battles." he shifted so his legs were spread apart more,so it'd be hard to knock him down, his tail swiped across the ground. The warrior nodded,"Show me what you got."

731

February 10th, 2017, 08:48 AM

"Shealth those claws of yours buddy," the warrior mewed,"when training you never use your claws, only in real battles." he shifted so his legs were spread apart more,so it'd be hard to knock him down, his tail swiped across the ground. The warrior nodded,"Show me what you got."

Blackpaw nodded in agreement, he sheathed his claws, and leaped, opening a bit his mouth, yellowish teeths revealing, muscles appearing to leap, when he jumped, he gave an tackle in the shoulder with his head, Blackpaw felt a slightly pain, but he was okay, Blackpaw observed with curiosity his mentor, eyes gleaming, it was not the best attack, but maybe this could help him in studying how Povenshout would react, and maybe he could give a tip about battle, the lack of training in fight as a loner was bad, and maybe this training could award that days.

graves

February 10th, 2017, 09:48 AM

Blackpaw nodded in agreement, he sheathed his claws, and leaped, opening a bit his mouth, yellowish teeths revealing, muscles appearing to leap, when he jumped, he gave an tackle in the shoulder with his head, Blackpaw felt a slightly pain, but he was okay, Blackpaw observed with curiosity his mentor, eyes gleaming, it was not the best attack, but maybe this could help him in studying how Povenshout would react, and maybe he could give a tip about battle, the lack of training in fight as a loner was bad, and maybe this training could award that days.
Blackpaws head his the toms shoulder which caused him to wobble slightly, but not by much. His body shifted so he wouldn't fall. "Next time, make your jump quickier, I could tell you were going to jump," he mewed,"And instead of using your head, use your paws. It'll knock me down I'm sure." he smiled,"Try again."

731

February 10th, 2017, 10:21 AM

Blackpaws head his the toms shoulder which caused him to wobble slightly, but not by much. His body shifted so he wouldn't fall. "Next time, make your jump quickier, I could tell you were going to jump," he mewed,"And instead of using your head, use your paws. It'll knock me down I'm sure." he smiled,"Try again."

The small tom nodded, he is not very quicker, so maybe a attack with brute force could help, but his weight did not help with this, so, it's better try the same attack, ''but like a surprise?...'' he asked to himself completing what the narrator was saying, he quickly jumped into the back of his mentor, and stayed on top of the back, Blackpaw thought that using his claws would help, but well, Povenshout prohibited, and the siamese cat put his fangs in Povenshout.

graves

February 10th, 2017, 10:37 AM

The small tom nodded, he is not very quicker, so maybe a attack with brute force could help, but his weight did not help with this, so, it's better try the same attack, ''but like a surprise?...'' he asked to himself completing what the narrator was saying, he quickly jumped into the back of his mentor, and stayed on top of the back, Blackpaw thought that using his claws would help, but well, Povenshout prohibited, and the siamese cat put his fangs in Povenshout.
Povenshout immediately hissed at the feeling of Blackpaw biting his scruff, he forgot to prohibit his fangs to, as in training you are not allowed to hurt one another, only in real combat. He immediately leaned over and flopped on his side, and standing back up again in hope he had thrown the apprentice off.

731

February 10th, 2017, 01:55 PM

Povenshout immediately hissed at the feeling of Blackpaw biting his scruff, he forgot to prohibit his fangs to, as in training you are not allowed to hurt one another, only in real combat. He immediately leaned over and flopped on his side, and standing back up again in hope he had thrown the apprentice off.

Blackpaw fell in the ground, the humor of his mentor changed very fast, in his face, a unexpressive expression, in his mind, questions, and a scream of surprise, Povenshout looked like a friendly guy, who never do something like that, but obviously, he could be furious, ''Sorry, but how could i train a fight without claws and fangs?'' he meowed, rising up.

graves

February 10th, 2017, 02:15 PM

Blackpaw fell in the ground, the humor of his mentor changed very fast, in his face, a unexpressive expression, in his mind, questions, and a scream of surprise, Povenshout looked like a friendly guy, who never do something like that, but obviously, he could be furious, ''Sorry, but how could i train a fight without claws and fangs?'' he meowed, rising up.
"It's the warrior code," he mewed,"For battle training we practice pounces, swipes and tackles but we never train with claws and bites is all." he explained. He shook the negative tension off,as he was usually never serious but when injured is the only time he is. "Let's try something more simple first, like tackling."

731

February 10th, 2017, 03:26 PM

[QUOTE=Immacat;166814]Blackpaw fell in the ground, the humor of his mentor changed very fast, in his face, a unexpressive expression, in his mind, questions, and a scream of surprise, Povenshout looked like a friendly guy, who never do something like that, but obviously, he could be furious, ''Sorry, but how could i train a fight without claws and fangs?'' he meowed, rising up.[
/QUOTE]
"It's the warrior code," he mewed,"For battle training we practice pounces, swipes and tackles but we never train with claws and bites is all." he explained. He shook the negative tension off,as he was usually never serious but when injured is the only time he is. "Let's try something more simple first, like tackling."
Blackpaw nodded, he quickly make a tackle touching the cream tom Povenshout with his paws, but awkwardly fell, he didn't thought how he will land, but at least he fell with his feets touching the ground first, he sighed relieved.

(Short reply because i'm getting off)

Empress Of Evil

February 10th, 2017, 04:22 PM

Empress Of Evil
Chirppaw padded warily into the training area, her long well groomed pelt messed up and knotted. She looked down at the cream colored fur and released a grunt of disgust. She hated, above anything else, having a messy pelt. It wasn't her fault that she was almost completely devoted to her fur, her mother he started it, by teaching her how to groom it, how to care for it, and why she had too care for it. After that, she just took it on and couldn't help herself, plus she hated when it got tangles because they hurt when she had to work them out later. Her warm honey colored hues scanned the area, with no sign of her mentor. She shrugged and turned down to straighten out her pelt. With each stroke she placed, she purred. This had just become habit for her. Her pelt mattered almost everything to her. It was a display of beauty for her, and also a way to flaunt out to her piers. She liked showing off her beautiful fur, it made her feel special.

As Chirppaw cleaned her creamy fur, her thoughts began rolling, and she realized how hard this was probably going to be for her. She liked being in control. She liked making the orders. She liked telling others what to do and what not to do. Sure she was proud that Grousestar had assigned Auroraflame to be her mentor, and she had always assumed that she would be easy going on a friend. But the more she thought, the more insecurities worked their way in. Maybe it wasn't a good thing after all. What if the best apprentices get assigned to regular warriors because they don't need that much help. Then that would make the worst apprentices the ones of the leader and deputy, with the worst of the worst assigned as medicine cat because, seriously, who wanted to spend all day cramped inside a filthy smelly den treating disgusting cuts and horrible sicknesses? Sure the medicine cats were necessary, but never would she ever want to spend time there, yuck!

Auroraflame padded into the Training Plateau with a cheerful smile on her face. This would be her second apprentice and she was quite excited to take on challenge of training a new apprentice. Auroraflame had only briefly talked to her apprentice before, and that was at the Skyrock. She remembered telling Chirppaw to go rest herself as they would start training later that day. The deputy stopped suddenly, her gaze searching for the particular persian figure of her apprentice. She couldn't help but raise an eye in amusement as she noticed Chirppaw was grooming her fur, deep in thought. It's great to see she likes to keep clean, but too bad her efforts will most likely be wasted, Auroraflame thought, chuckling softly to herself. The ebony she-cat doubted that Chirppaw would be able to keep clean during a training session, hardly any apprentice could escape clean.

"Goodmorning Chirppaw!", Auroraflame greeted with enthusiasm as she approached her apprentice. Ideas ran through her head as Auroraflame debated with herself over which basic training move they should do. "Today we'll be starting with some basics", the deputy announced. She paused for a moment, making her final decision. "We'll start by seeing what you might already know", the she-cat then continued. She decided it would be best for her if she could see what Chirppaw already knew. Hopefully, she would be able to help her improve with any incorrectly done actions. "Show me anything you might know about hunting", Auroraflame said with an encouraging smile. If Chirppaw didn't know anything about hunting, the deputy would gladly teach her every move and tip she knew. Afterall, that was what she was supposed to do.

graves

February 10th, 2017, 08:15 PM

[QUOTE]
Blackpaw nodded, he quickly make a tackle touching the cream tom Povenshout with his paws, but awkwardly fell, he didn't thought how he will land, but at least he fell with his feets touching the ground first, he sighed relieved.

(Short reply because i'm getting off)
He shook his pelt a bit,"Next time you pounce, I want you to look the opposite way you're planning on going to the attacker gets confused. And always go for their side, and dig your paws into the other cats ribs and try to knock them down." The warrior stood up straight against, facing him,"Try again, and be as quick as possible so I don't have time to react. Sometimes a running start helps."

731

February 11th, 2017, 06:28 AM

[QUOTE=Immacat;166884]
He shook his pelt a bit,"Next time you pounce, I want you to look the opposite way you're planning on going to the attacker gets confused. And always go for their side, and dig your paws into the other cats ribs and try to knock them down." The warrior stood up straight against, facing him,"Try again, and be as quick as possible so I don't have time to react. Sometimes a running start helps."

''I know that i'm his apprentice, but i felt like he treat me as i'm a recently 6 moon old kit apprenticed...Whatever.'' He thought, Blackpaw leaped more quickly, not looking at the eyes of his mentor, he was looking at his paw, but his icy blue eyes was lying, his target was the shoulder of his mentor, when reached his shoulder, he quickly jumped to the ground, leaving him upside down for a really short time. (a fraction of seconds)

(( Wolfybro ))

goddess of ducks

February 11th, 2017, 01:03 PM

Auroraflame padded into the Training Plateau with a cheerful smile on her face. This would be her second apprentice and she was quite excited to take on challenge of training a new apprentice. Auroraflame had only briefly talked to her apprentice before, and that was at the Skyrock. She remembered telling Chirppaw to go rest herself as they would start training later that day. The deputy stopped suddenly, her gaze searching for the particular persian figure of her apprentice. She couldn't help but raise an eye in amusement as she noticed Chirppaw was grooming her fur, deep in thought. It's great to see she likes to keep clean, but too bad her efforts will most likely be wasted, Auroraflame thought, chuckling softly to herself. The ebony she-cat doubted that Chirppaw would be able to keep clean during a training session, hardly any apprentice could escape clean.

"Goodmorning Chirppaw!", Auroraflame greeted with enthusiasm as she approached her apprentice. Ideas ran through her head as Auroraflame debated with herself over which basic training move they should do. "Today we'll be starting with some basics", the deputy announced. She paused for a moment, making her final decision. "We'll start by seeing what you might already know", the she-cat then continued. She decided it would be best for her if she could see what Chirppaw already knew. Hopefully, she would be able to help her improve with any incorrectly done actions. "Show me anything you might know about hunting", Auroraflame said with an encouraging smile. If Chirppaw didn't know anything about hunting, the deputy would gladly teach her every move and tip she knew. Afterall, that was what she was supposed to do.
Chirppaw was in between long stokes of her tongue when Auroraflame came into view. She sat bolt upright and flashed a welcoming and kind smile. "Hello Auroraflame!" He meowed happily, her voice having a weird kit like squeak to it. At the sound of her voice she became inwardly disgusted. She wasn't a kit anymore and she couldn't act or sound like one either. She cleared her throat and made a mental note to make sure that the squeak thing didn't happen again. She couldn't be sounding immature, especially not in front of the deputy. She cast one last glance down to her long bushy pelt and forced a shrug. It bothered her that her fur wasn't straight, clean and exactly like it was supposed to be, but she would have to put that off for now. She turned her honey colored gaze to face the Ebony warrior before her, her face growing serious. This was when training would truly begin, the time she would actually start to feel like a true apprentice of Skyclan.

As she listed she kept her stance loose and casual. She didn't want to show Auroraflame that she was nervous, overly excited, or too much of anything. Of course this was all because she felt the need to act older than she truly was, but that was a different story. Hunting, okay, well, there was the time where I saw a couple kits with the crouch thingy, but I've never really tried it before, so let's go for it. Hopefully I won't look completely mouse brained. She thought anxiously. In reply she said nothing, only a curt nod of her head. She crouched down, calling back to memory the image of the kits stalking each other like prey. She inhaled deeply as her front paws gently splayed out in front of her. Her hind legs were tense and almost in a standing position still. Her long fluffy tail waved straight out behind her, almost like a snake, and her fur was brushing the loose dirt below her. She withheld a disgusted mutter as she felt the dirt work its way into her fur. Great more hours of cleaning my fur for me tonight. she kept her gaze even and expressionless, but she turned to look to Auroraflame. "I've never really done anything like this before, only seen it once or twice in the camp." She explained rather bash fully.

graves

February 11th, 2017, 04:57 PM

[QUOTE=Wolfybro;167224]

''I know that i'm his apprentice, but i felt like he treat me as i'm a recently 6 moon old kit apprenticed...Whatever.'' He thought, Blackpaw leaped more quickly, not looking at the eyes of his mentor, he was looking at his paw, but his icy blue eyes was lying, his target was the shoulder of his mentor, when reached his shoulder, he quickly jumped to the ground, leaving him upside down for a really short time. (a fraction of seconds)

(( Wolfybro ))
Povenshout was tipped over a bit and flopped on his side with a thump with the force in his side that Blackpaw had given him. He stood up,slightly winded and shook his pelt of any dirt,"Good job!" he mewed breathlessly. He looked towards a near by tree and looked back at Blackpaw,"This is more of an advanced move, I'm sure you'll be better at it then me." he chuckled. He snagged a near by piece of moss and placed it a little ways away from the tree. He backed up, and ran straight for the tree,jumping on it but twisting his body and pushed off with his hind legs, landing square on the moss,"It's good for when your attacker is facing you and you want to get behind then and one their back."

731

February 12th, 2017, 08:39 AM

[QUOTE=Immacat;167629]
Povenshout was tipped over a bit and flopped on his side with a thump with the force in his side that Blackpaw had given him. He stood up,slightly winded and shook his pelt of any dirt,"Good job!" he mewed breathlessly. He looked towards a near by tree and looked back at Blackpaw,"This is more of an advanced move, I'm sure you'll be better at it then me." he chuckled. He snagged a near by piece of moss and placed it a little ways away from the tree. He backed up, and ran straight for the tree,jumping on it but twisting his body and pushed off with his hind legs, landing square on the moss,"It's good for when your attacker is facing you and you want to get behind then and one their back."

The skinny tom observed his mentor quietly, ''If i don't have moss?'' he meowed curious, observing each movement of Povenshout, ''A bunch of times fight is not important, because anothers cats didn't attack the rogues or loners, for an example, i was welcomed here...'' he thought, instantly, he was diving in his thoughts, Blackpaw lost his attention to Povenshout very fast...

graves

February 12th, 2017, 02:38 PM

[QUOTE=Wolfybro;168514]

The skinny tom observed his mentor quietly, ''If i don't have moss?'' he meowed curious, observing each movement of Povenshout, ''A bunch of times fight is not important, because anothers cats didn't attack the rogues or loners, for an example, i was welcomed here...'' he thought, instantly, he was diving in his thoughts, Blackpaw lost his attention to Povenshout very fast...
Povenshout looked at him,"Well in real combat that piece of moss is a cat." he mewed looking from him to the piece of moss on the ground. He shuffled where the moss was and looked towards him,"You can try the move on me if you'd like."

731

February 12th, 2017, 02:49 PM

[QUOTE=Immacat;169183]
Povenshout looked at him,"Well in real combat that piece of moss is a cat." he mewed looking from him to the piece of moss on the ground. He shuffled where the moss was and looked towards him,"You can try the move on me if you'd like."

''Ok'' he quickly meowed, he tried to copy what Povenshout did, he ran straight on the tree, but he leaped wrong and accidentally hit his face in the tree, the tom got down when unsheated his claws, scratching the tree very slowly.

graves

February 13th, 2017, 10:40 AM

[QUOTE=Wolfybro;169711]

''Ok'' he quickly meowed, he tried to copy what Povenshout did, he ran straight on the tree, but he leaped wrong and accidentally hit his face in the tree, the tom got down when unsheated his claws, scratching the tree very slowly.
Povenshout wipped around to face the apprentice,padding closer to him as he slide down the tree,"Are you alright Blackpaw? You didn't get hurt did you?" slight concern lacing his tone. This was his first apprentice and he had already messed it up,atleast,thats what he felt like. He hoped the other cat wasn't injured and was okay.

731

February 13th, 2017, 11:47 AM

[QUOTE=Immacat;169728]
Povenshout wipped around to face the apprentice,padding closer to him as he slide down the tree,"Are you alright Blackpaw? You didn't get hurt did you?" slight concern lacing his tone. This was his first apprentice and he had already messed it up,atleast,thats what he felt like. He hoped the other cat wasn't injured and was okay.

''Yes i'm'' he meowed, the tom distanced a bit from the tree, ''Can you show me a attack more easy to do?'' he meowed, and sat, paying attention to Povenshout.

graves

February 13th, 2017, 03:08 PM

[QUOTE=Wolfybro;170745]

''Yes i'm'' he meowed, the tom distanced a bit from the tree, ''Can you show me a attack more easy to do?'' he meowed, and sat, paying attention to Povenshout.
"Sure,we can always come back to that move another time." the tom mewed. He stood infront of the smaller cat,his blue eyes gazing at him,"With this move you're trying to unbalance your attacker with your paws instead of tackling them,incase you can't jump in the situation." he explained. He lowered himself so he was level and used his front paws to bat and his front legs,curling his paws around them and giving them a gentle tug to unbalance him.

731

February 13th, 2017, 04:41 PM

[QUOTE=Immacat;170768]
"Sure,we can always come back to that move another time." the tom mewed. He stood infront of the smaller cat,his blue eyes gazing at him,"With this move you're trying to unbalance your attacker with your paws instead of tackling them,incase you can't jump in the situation." he explained. He lowered himself so he was level and used his front paws to bat and his front legs,curling his paws around them and giving them a gentle tug to unbalance him.

(( I'm kinda confused about this attack ;-;))

graves

February 13th, 2017, 10:11 PM

[QUOTE=Wolfybro;170952]

(( I'm kinda confused about this attack ;-;))

(( Ahh okay so image poven infront of black, and him using his front paws to try to knock over blackpaw by trying the grab them or in this case "curl/hook" his paw around his leggys bc wel..he doesnt have fingers. so its like if I used my hand to grab your arm and twist it to unbalnce you,but in a cat way I guess?? hope that explains it ;w; ))

731

February 16th, 2017, 07:49 AM

[QUOTE=Immacat;171042]

(( Ahh okay so image poven infront of black, and him using his front paws to try to knock over blackpaw by trying the grab them or in this case "curl/hook" his paw around his leggys bc wel..he doesnt have fingers. so its like if I used my hand to grab your arm and twist it to unbalnce you,but in a cat way I guess?? hope that explains it ;w; ))

The tom fell in the ground by the weight of Povenshout, he licked his paw to take out the dirt, the tom lowered himself, and he used his front paws to hit and also his front legs, curling around, and giving a tug, but more brutally because he did not control very well.

Empress Of Evil

February 18th, 2017, 01:01 AM

Chirppaw was in between long stokes of her tongue when Auroraflame came into view. She sat bolt upright and flashed a welcoming and kind smile. "Hello Auroraflame!" He meowed happily, her voice having a weird kit like squeak to it. At the sound of her voice she became inwardly disgusted. She wasn't a kit anymore and she couldn't act or sound like one either. She cleared her throat and made a mental note to make sure that the squeak thing didn't happen again. She couldn't be sounding immature, especially not in front of the deputy. She cast one last glance down to her long bushy pelt and forced a shrug. It bothered her that her fur wasn't straight, clean and exactly like it was supposed to be, but she would have to put that off for now. She turned her honey colored gaze to face the Ebony warrior before her, her face growing serious. This was when training would truly begin, the time she would actually start to feel like a true apprentice of Skyclan.

As she listed she kept her stance loose and casual. She didn't want to show Auroraflame that she was nervous, overly excited, or too much of anything. Of course this was all because she felt the need to act older than she truly was, but that was a different story. Hunting, okay, well, there was the time where I saw a couple kits with the crouch thingy, but I've never really tried it before, so let's go for it. Hopefully I won't look completely mouse brained. She thought anxiously. In reply she said nothing, only a curt nod of her head. She crouched down, calling back to memory the image of the kits stalking each other like prey. She inhaled deeply as her front paws gently splayed out in front of her. Her hind legs were tense and almost in a standing position still. Her long fluffy tail waved straight out behind her, almost like a snake, and her fur was brushing the loose dirt below her. She withheld a disgusted mutter as she felt the dirt work its way into her fur. Great more hours of cleaning my fur for me tonight. she kept her gaze even and expressionless, but she turned to look to Auroraflame. "I've never really done anything like this before, only seen it once or twice in the camp." She explained rather bash fully.

Auroraflame watched her apprentice closely as she got down into a hunting crouch. She made mental notes of everything down correctly and incorrectly. Her front paws are fine but her hind ones need to go down a little. The tail is straight which is good, Auroraflame thought, quite happy with the pros and cons. Her apprentice was halfway there. The ebony she-cat could see the concentration on Chirppaw's face, feeling quite happy to know her apprentice was going to work hard. The deputy waited for the young cat to stand up before speaking.

"Right. Well that was great for a first go at a hunting crouch!", Auroraflame said, beaming at her apprentice. She paused before continuing. "Your front paws were placed correctly and your tail was straight which will help when keeping balance", Auroraflame started, making sure she didn't speak too fast so her apprentice could take in the information clearly. "Your hind legs unfortunately were up a bit too high. If you lowered them then you would get more power when springing up", Auroraflame said. "When you're hunting, you have to be careful with how much power you put into your spring. The further your prey is the more tense you need to be with your back legs", Auroraflame explained. With that, the deputy decided to show her apprentice a crouch of her own.

Legs tensed, tail straight like a stick, belly fur brushing against the ground and icy hues focused on a pebble, Auroraflame waiting a few moments before springing off the ground. She landed square on the sandy coloured pebble located quite a distance away. Getting up, she turned back to her apprentice before saying, "Try again". Using her nose, she pushed the pebble closer to Chirppaw.

goddess of ducks

February 18th, 2017, 01:18 AM

Auroraflame watched her apprentice closely as she got down into a hunting crouch. She made mental notes of everything down correctly and incorrectly. Her front paws are fine but her hind ones need to go down a little. The tail is straight which is good, Auroraflame thought, quite happy with the pros and cons. Her apprentice was halfway there. The ebony she-cat could see the concentration on Chirppaw's face, feeling quite happy to know her apprentice was going to work hard. The deputy waited for the young cat to stand up before speaking.

"Right. Well that was great for a first go at a hunting crouch!", Auroraflame said, beaming at her apprentice. She paused before continuing. "Your front paws were placed correctly and your tail was straight which will help when keeping balance", Auroraflame started, making sure she didn't speak too fast so her apprentice could take in the information clearly. "Your hind legs unfortunately were up a bit too high. If you lowered them then you would get more power when springing up", Auroraflame said. "When you're hunting, you have to be careful with how much power you put into your spring. The further your prey is the more tense you need to be with your back legs", Auroraflame explained. With that, the deputy decided to show her apprentice a crouch of her own.

Legs tensed, tail straight like a stick, belly fur brushing against the ground and icy hues focused on a pebble, Auroraflame waiting a few moments before springing off the ground. She landed square on the sandy coloured pebble located quite a distance away. Getting up, she turned back to her apprentice before saying, "Try again". Using her nose, she pushed the pebble closer to Chirppaw.
Chirppaw straightened once she saw what it appeared to be, her mentor waiting on her. A sense of doubt clouded her mind, thinking she had gotten something horribly wrong. She pushed it aside, not letting it bother her. Besides, if she had gotten it wrong then surely Auroraflame would show her how to do it correctly, right? As she straightened her body, and lifted her posture, she was able to meet the deputy's icy gaze evenly. She felt a prickle of self consciousness, knowing that her fur was messed up and dirty. She held back the overwhelming urge to clean herself and focused on the lessen. "Okay, so if I have to move my hind legs more, I can see that. But what happened if I over shoot my jump? Will I miss? Will I hurt myself?" Will I mess up my fur? Of course you will you dumb mousebrain! she thought self consciously. She had a decent amount of questions she wanted answered, but she knew that she couldn't bombard Auroraflame with them all.

Chirppaw watched carefully as Auroraflame demonstrated the move, with such precision, it made her fill up with a feeling of jealousy and envy. Why couldn't she be that good? Why did she have to fail so much? Why could she be perfect like her mentor? As the deputy pushed the pebble forwards for the persian to attempt the crouch again, she sighed. This time she dropped into a crouch and lowered her tail so that it hovered over the ground, though fur still ran across it. She crouched and blended her front legs, and tensed the back ones, like Auroraflame had told her. She gave a little wiggle of her haunches for some show, and leaped forwards. She outstretched her claws as she aimed. As she soared across the ground, heading for the pebble, she realized something. She had undershot it. A sickening feeling dropped in her stomach as she came to an abrupt stop, two tail lengths before the mouse. Her legs crumpled under her and hushed went rolling forwards. Once she stopped she popped back up with a flash of speed. She didn't even notice that where she was standing, the pebble was under her paws. Instead she found she couldn't hold it back any longer. She dipped her head still and began taking long smooth strokes over her dust and sand ridden fur.

(Hmm, what happens when you miss a jump and fall, I dunno maybe rupture a ligament, I don't know XD)

Empress Of Evil

February 18th, 2017, 02:05 AM

Chirppaw straightened once she saw what it appeared to be, her mentor waiting on her. A sense of doubt clouded her mind, thinking she had gotten something horribly wrong. She pushed it aside, not letting it bother her. Besides, if she had gotten it wrong then surely Auroraflame would show her how to do it correctly, right? As she straightened her body, and lifted her posture, she was able to meet the deputy's icy gaze evenly. She felt a prickle of self consciousness, knowing that her fur was messed up and dirty. She held back the overwhelming urge to clean herself and focused on the lessen. "Okay, so if I have to move my hind legs more, I can see that. But what happened if I over shoot my jump? Will I miss? Will I hurt myself?" Will I mess up my fur? Of course you will you dumb mousebrain! she thought self consciously. She had a decent amount of questions she wanted answered, but she knew that she couldn't bombard Auroraflame with them all.

Chirppaw watched carefully as Auroraflame demonstrated the move, with such precision, it made her fill up with a feeling of jealousy and envy. Why couldn't she be that good? Why did she have to fail so much? Why could she be perfect like her mentor? As the deputy pushed the pebble forwards for the persian to attempt the crouch again, she sighed. This time she dropped into a crouch and lowered her tail so that it hovered over the ground, though fur still ran across it. She crouched and blended her front legs, and tensed the back ones, like Auroraflame had told her. She gave a little wiggle of her haunches for some show, and leaped forwards. She outstretched her claws as she aimed. As she soared across the ground, heading for the pebble, she realized something. She had undershot it. A sickening feeling dropped in her stomach as she came to an abrupt stop, two tail lengths before the mouse. Her legs crumpled under her and hushed went rolling forwards. Once she stopped she popped back up with a flash of speed. She didn't even notice that where she was standing, the pebble was under her paws. Instead she found she couldn't hold it back any longer. She dipped her head still and began taking long smooth strokes over her dust and sand ridden fur.

(Hmm, what happens when you miss a jump and fall, I dunno maybe rupture a ligament, I don't know XD)

(Maybe you would break a leg? XD)

Auroraflame smiled encouragingly at Chirppaw and waited patiently for her apprentice to have another go. She suddenly remembered the question her apprentice had asked before she had performed a leap of her own. She parted her jaws to answer the question but saw Chirppaw was already focused and decided to wait until afterwards. She watched carefully, a pleased grin resting on her maw as she saw Chirppaw had taken in her advice and this time correctly performed the hunting crouch. Her smile did not fall though as Chirppaw landed two tail lengths before the pebble. She got the technique right. She just needs more practice, Auroraflame thought. The deputy's icy gaze stayed on her apprentice as she crumpled to the ground and rolled forward. Concern flooded into her eyes for a moment but relief soon overcame it as the persian popped back up immediately. What she saw next though, shocked her.

Auroraflame sat there, her mouth gaped open, shock clear in her gaze. She certainly had not expected this from her apprentice. It's great she wants to keep clean....but during a training session, Auroraflame thought. The bombay felt slightly annoyed by this, mostly shocked, but still slightly annoyed. She'll just have to put up with it, the she-cat thought. Auroraflame was a cat who had patience, but some things or actions could just make her snap and make her lose her patience in a second. This wasn't too bad. "Uh, Chirppaw. I would suggest you clean after the training sessions. It won't be such a waste of your efforts then", Auroraflame said, trying to make it as polite as possible. The deputy then did what she could to ignore Chirppaw's long strokes and continued with the lesson. "That time you did better. Your legs were lowered and you sprung further then if they were higher up. You just need more practice", Auroraflame praised, smiling weakly. "And to answer your question from earlier, you probably would miss considering you over shoot your leap. Whether you hurt yourself or not depends on what you're doing with your tail".

goddess of ducks

February 18th, 2017, 09:04 AM

(Maybe you would break a leg? XD)

Auroraflame smiled encouragingly at Chirppaw and waited patiently for her apprentice to have another go. She suddenly remembered the question her apprentice had asked before she had performed a leap of her own. She parted her jaws to answer the question but saw Chirppaw was already focused and decided to wait until afterwards. She watched carefully, a pleased grin resting on her maw as she saw Chirppaw had taken in her advice and this time correctly performed the hunting crouch. Her smile did not fall though as Chirppaw landed two tail lengths before the pebble. She got the technique right. She just needs more practice, Auroraflame thought. The deputy's icy gaze stayed on her apprentice as she crumpled to the ground and rolled forward. Concern flooded into her eyes for a moment but relief soon overcame it as the persian popped back up immediately. What she saw next though, shocked her.

Auroraflame sat there, her mouth gaped open, shock clear in her gaze. She certainly had not expected this from her apprentice. It's great she wants to keep clean....but during a training session, Auroraflame thought. The bombay felt slightly annoyed by this, mostly shocked, but still slightly annoyed. She'll just have to put up with it, the she-cat thought. Auroraflame was a cat who had patience, but some things or actions could just make her snap and make her lose her patience in a second. This wasn't too bad. "Uh, Chirppaw. I would suggest you clean after the training sessions. It won't be such a waste of your efforts then", Auroraflame said, trying to make it as polite as possible. The deputy then did what she could to ignore Chirppaw's long strokes and continued with the lesson. "That time you did better. Your legs were lowered and you sprung further then if they were higher up. You just need more practice", Auroraflame praised, smiling weakly. "And to answer your question from earlier, you probably would miss considering you over shoot your leap. Whether you hurt yourself or not depends on what you're doing with your tail".
Chirppaw felt ashamed. But also confused at the same time. Her mother told her that she always needed to look her best. Now granted, she had taken that a little too seriously, but still. But now Auroraflame was telling her to stop obsessing over her fur. Which should she do? The Persian released a low grunt and she raised her head to gaze back at her mentor. It bothered her so much now, almost more than before. She had to fight the urge to bend down and clean herself. But why was Auroraflame so fixated on keeping her from washing her fur? It annoyed her, feeling the dust creep into her long fur. Because once it was there, it was a pain to get out. The dirt worked it way through her fur, and made her itch. So the feeling coming up, wasn't going to be pleasant either.

She listened as the Ebony feline instructed her and explained how she was doing. She could say that for a first day, she was doing good, but she still wanted to just dip her head and clean.... She sighed, forcing herself to focus. Then it dawned on her. The way she was cleaning herself, not paying attention to her mentor, she was being kit like! Oh how she hated that almost as much as a dirty pelt. She focused a little bit more easily now and listened to what the deputy had to say. "Okay, I see. Kind of logical, but what does it have to do with my tail? I don't really see any importance there? What's the deal?" She asked, her tone sharp and brisk now. She needed to impress her. She needed to keep herself clean. Now those two things that mattered most were battling inside her. She had to choose which one she wanted. She couldn't do both, couldn't exactly do neither. So she'd have to do one or the other.

Empress Of Evil

February 22nd, 2017, 01:11 AM

Chirppaw felt ashamed. But also confused at the same time. Her mother told her that she always needed to look her best. Now granted, she had taken that a little too seriously, but still. But now Auroraflame was telling her to stop obsessing over her fur. Which should she do? The Persian released a low grunt and she raised her head to gaze back at her mentor. It bothered her so much now, almost more than before. She had to fight the urge to bend down and clean herself. But why was Auroraflame so fixated on keeping her from washing her fur? It annoyed her, feeling the dust creep into her long fur. Because once it was there, it was a pain to get out. The dirt worked it way through her fur, and made her itch. So the feeling coming up, wasn't going to be pleasant either.

She listened as the Ebony feline instructed her and explained how she was doing. She could say that for a first day, she was doing good, but she still wanted to just dip her head and clean.... She sighed, forcing herself to focus. Then it dawned on her. The way she was cleaning herself, not paying attention to her mentor, she was being kit like! Oh how she hated that almost as much as a dirty pelt. She focused a little bit more easily now and listened to what the deputy had to say. "Okay, I see. Kind of logical, but what does it have to do with my tail? I don't really see any importance there? What's the deal?" She asked, her tone sharp and brisk now. She needed to impress her. She needed to keep herself clean. Now those two things that mattered most were battling inside her. She had to choose which one she wanted. She couldn't do both, couldn't exactly do neither. So she'd have to do one or the other.

Auroraflame herself felt rather ashamed. She shouldn't lose patience over something so simple, she just couldn't help it. She just found it a little disrespectful. Taking a deep breath, she put on a smile. A genuine one, and looked at her apprentice, eager to answer her questions. "Your tail is the key to balancing. Without your tail straight, you would most likely topple over from the force you put into your jump", Auroraflame explained. The ebony feline enjoyed sharing her knowledge. It was always nice to know you could help someone. "Having a straight tail can also be handy when it comes to being silent. Having a straight tail means you have less chance of swishing it around all over the place and accidently brushing it against the ground", Auroraflame said, making sure she didn't speak to fast. The deputy knew all these things like she knew herself. Chirppaw, on the other hand, didn't, so she had to make sure she went slow to be certain the young cat would be able to follow and understand.

"Now, try again", the ebony feline said. She padded forward and used her nose to push the sandy coloured pebble closer. "We'll start by making this easier. If you can get this, then we'll move it back and see how you go", Auroraflame said, giving an encouraging smile to Chirppaw. If the persian was to get every perfected, or at least close to perfection, then baby steps would be a good way to teach her. If there was anything Auroraflame had learnt as an apprentice, it was that not everything could be done perfectly, straight away. Most things would take hard work and dedication to correct. When she first started as an apprentice, Auroraflame was quite shy. A good learner, but shy. Once she got further into apprenticeship, she gained confidence. That confidence helped her to learn. The deputy believed that knowing someone believed in you was an important key to learning something. That's why she believed in Chirppaw to become a great warrior.

goddess of ducks

February 22nd, 2017, 11:48 AM

Auroraflame herself felt rather ashamed. She shouldn't lose patience over something so simple, she just couldn't help it. She just found it a little disrespectful. Taking a deep breath, she put on a smile. A genuine one, and looked at her apprentice, eager to answer her questions. "Your tail is the key to balancing. Without your tail straight, you would most likely topple over from the force you put into your jump", Auroraflame explained. The ebony feline enjoyed sharing her knowledge. It was always nice to know you could help someone. "Having a straight tail can also be handy when it comes to being silent. Having a straight tail means you have less chance of swishing it around all over the place and accidently brushing it against the ground", Auroraflame said, making sure she didn't speak to fast. The deputy knew all these things like she knew herself. Chirppaw, on the other hand, didn't, so she had to make sure she went slow to be certain the young cat would be able to follow and understand.

"Now, try again", the ebony feline said. She padded forward and used her nose to push the sandy coloured pebble closer. "We'll start by making this easier. If you can get this, then we'll move it back and see how you go", Auroraflame said, giving an encouraging smile to Chirppaw. If the persian was to get every perfected, or at least close to perfection, then baby steps would be a good way to teach her. If there was anything Auroraflame had learnt as an apprentice, it was that not everything could be done perfectly, straight away. Most things would take hard work and dedication to correct. When she first started as an apprentice, Auroraflame was quite shy. A good learner, but shy. Once she got further into apprenticeship, she gained confidence. That confidence helped her to learn. The deputy believed that knowing someone believed in you was an important key to learning something. That's why she believed in Chirppaw to become a great warrior.
As Chirppaw listened, it began making sense, but she didn't know exactly why it was SO important to keep the tail perfectly straight. She understood what Auroraflame had just told her, but she didn't see the necessary importance. She shrugged it off though, thinking that she probably knew best, so she would do it anyways. Maybe once she went out on her own she could test the differences. She didn't exactly feel like directly disobeying what her mentor had just told her. She could wait until she was alone to do that. "Alright then. I'll give it a shot." She replied nonchalantly. Now she had to try again, and she would get everything perfect. Everything perfectly placed and positioned, just like how I like to keep my fur. She thought in understanding.

Chirppaw went back to her spot, the same place she had started before. As Auroraflame moved the pebble closer, and told her she would make it easier, she emitted a small grunt of annoyance. Great, now she thinks I'm not as good. Well I'll show her.... She thought smuggly. She didn't want Auroraflame to think less of her, or that she couldn't handle the original distance. Chirppaw knew she could, she just had to force her mentor to see that. So before she performed the jump, she took several places backwards, making the distance between her and the pebble even with what it was before. Now she was able to crouch down, a smile growing on her maw. She would get this. She had to get this. She crouched, her belly fur brushing the ground because of its length. Her tensed her hind muscles and made sure they were level with the rest of her body, allowing the most power to her spring. She flicked her ears back and make her tail stick out straight behind her like a board. Her honey brown hues were narrowed, full of concentration. She shifted on her hind quarters and sprang. She soared through the air, and she realized that the pebble had just passed under her. She overshot the jump. This time at least she was prepared more for a landing. She pushed her paws out, extended her claws and stick the landing. She claws anchored her into the dirt, and she felt pleased. Not only had she shown Auroraflame what she was cable of, but she had over jumped. That showed her strength in her jump right? Way better than what the deputy had expected. She deserved some praise for that right?

Empress Of Evil

March 3rd, 2017, 03:21 PM

As Chirppaw listened, it began making sense, but she didn't know exactly why it was SO important to keep the tail perfectly straight. She understood what Auroraflame had just told her, but she didn't see the necessary importance. She shrugged it off though, thinking that she probably knew best, so she would do it anyways. Maybe once she went out on her own she could test the differences. She didn't exactly feel like directly disobeying what her mentor had just told her. She could wait until she was alone to do that. "Alright then. I'll give it a shot." She replied nonchalantly. Now she had to try again, and she would get everything perfect. Everything perfectly placed and positioned, just like how I like to keep my fur. She thought in understanding.

Chirppaw went back to her spot, the same place she had started before. As Auroraflame moved the pebble closer, and told her she would make it easier, she emitted a small grunt of annoyance. Great, now she thinks I'm not as good. Well I'll show her.... She thought smuggly. She didn't want Auroraflame to think less of her, or that she couldn't handle the original distance. Chirppaw knew she could, she just had to force her mentor to see that. So before she performed the jump, she took several places backwards, making the distance between her and the pebble even with what it was before. Now she was able to crouch down, a smile growing on her maw. She would get this. She had to get this. She crouched, her belly fur brushing the ground because of its length. Her tensed her hind muscles and made sure they were level with the rest of her body, allowing the most power to her spring. She flicked her ears back and make her tail stick out straight behind her like a board. Her honey brown hues were narrowed, full of concentration. She shifted on her hind quarters and sprang. She soared through the air, and she realized that the pebble had just passed under her. She overshot the jump. This time at least she was prepared more for a landing. She pushed her paws out, extended her claws and stick the landing. She claws anchored her into the dirt, and she felt pleased. Not only had she shown Auroraflame what she was cable of, but she had over jumped. That showed her strength in her jump right? Way better than what the deputy had expected. She deserved some praise for that right?

Auroraflame watched curiously as she settled back down on the soft grass. Her eyes narrowing ever so slightly in confusion as Chirppaw stepped back till she was at the same distance she was at before. Is she sure about that? Auroraflame wondered. Well, she wasn't going to stop Chirppaw. If her apprentice wanted to test her abilities, then so be it. Learning was all about challenging yourself and putting yourself to the test. The deputy took note of every movement she made. She's crouched low enough, her tail is straight, Auroraflame thought, a pleased smile growing on her maw. She waited for Chirppaw to spring, and a few short moments later, she did. The ebony feline's icy blue hues followed the movement of the apprentice as she soared through the air. Her eyes gave nothing away as Chirppaw landed on the ground. Glancing behind the young cat, she noticed the pebble lying on the ground, untouched. The black she-cat rose to her paws. Once she was up, the tips of her mouth curved up to form a wide grin. "Well done!" Auroraflame praised. She was proud that her apprentice had managed to jump further than she had expected, but there was certainly a few faults with that. "I must be honest, I didn't expect you to jump that far, but it's wonderful that you did!" Auroraflame remarked. The deputy was an honest cat, she knew how to tell a white lie, and hated hurting one's feelings, but she wasn't one to deny the truth.

Auroraflame didn't speak for the next few moments, letting Chirppaw bask in whatever glory she might find. Although once it ended, she spoke again, her tone softer. "Now, if that were a real piece of prey, then you would've completely missed it and the prey would've run off by now," Auroraflame started. "Hunting is not about how far you jump. It's about the precision you put into catching your prey," Auroraflame continued. "Now, try again and see if you can actually land on the pebble," Auroraflame said, her icy hues glimmering in amusement. She used her nose to push the pebble to the distance that Chirppaw had just jumped, hoping that she would be able to land on the pebble, rather than beyond it.

goddess of ducks

March 3rd, 2017, 05:14 PM

Auroraflame watched curiously as she settled back down on the soft grass. Her eyes narrowing ever so slightly in confusion as Chirppaw stepped back till she was at the same distance she was at before. Is she sure about that? Auroraflame wondered. Well, she wasn't going to stop Chirppaw. If her apprentice wanted to test her abilities, then so be it. Learning was all about challenging yourself and putting yourself to the test. The deputy took note of every movement she made. She's crouched low enough, her tail is straight, Auroraflame thought, a pleased smile growing on her maw. She waited for Chirppaw to spring, and a few short moments later, she did. The ebony feline's icy blue hues followed the movement of the apprentice as she soared through the air. Her eyes gave nothing away as Chirppaw landed on the ground. Glancing behind the young cat, she noticed the pebble lying on the ground, untouched. The black she-cat rose to her paws. Once she was up, the tips of her mouth curved up to form a wide grin. "Well done!" Auroraflame praised. She was proud that her apprentice had managed to jump further than she had expected, but there was certainly a few faults with that. "I must be honest, I didn't expect you to jump that far, but it's wonderful that you did!" Auroraflame remarked. The deputy was an honest cat, she knew how to tell a white lie, and hated hurting one's feelings, but she wasn't one to deny the truth.

Auroraflame didn't speak for the next few moments, letting Chirppaw bask in whatever glory she might find. Although once it ended, she spoke again, her tone softer. "Now, if that were a real piece of prey, then you would've completely missed it and the prey would've run off by now," Auroraflame started. "Hunting is not about how far you jump. It's about the precision you put into catching your prey," Auroraflame continued. "Now, try again and see if you can actually land on the pebble," Auroraflame said, her icy hues glimmering in amusement. She used her nose to push the pebble to the distance that Chirppaw had just jumped, hoping that she would be able to land on the pebble, rather than beyond it.
Chirppaw was happy that she had impressed her. The deputy may not have said the exact words that she was impressed, but she knew she was. Chirppa ws broad maw cracked into a wide beam. She felt amazing with the praise. First training session and Auroraflame had already been impressed! The young apprentice remembered that she also had to act like an apprentice, and after her moment of jumping around, she settled down again. Respectfully, she dipped her creamy head. "Thank you Auroraflame." She mewed in reply, a slight purr coming through as well. She could hear the tone and knew it as one of being genuine. She didn't always talk like that, but she could easily fake it, so she knew what it sounded like. It was one of the special things she knew how to do extremely well, to read voice tones. Mostly Because she studied them so she knew how to act. She knew that some cats were to play and mess around with like friends. Others, mostly the warriors, she spoke with respect and reverence, they probably didn't want to play, so she acted older. And then with the leader and deputy, she always tried to act more mature around them, showing that she could be capable of being responsible. It was how she was trying to act here, responsible and wise.

Her joyful spirits were cut short though as Auroraflame instructed that if this were a real hunt, she would be empty pawed. Her smile faded away and her tail drooped slightly. A low, barely audible groan escaped her. Yeah, some praise, not too much though. Disappointedly, she padded back to her original spot. So maybe nit everything was about being impressive. Even though it seemed to be. She crouched down, body low, ears flattened, tail straight behind her. Her only problem was her long belly fur that dragged the ground. She glanced down quickly feeling her fur in the ground and groaned more. Dirty fur, more work for her later too, great.... She looked back up, her brown eyes narrowing. She bunched up her muscles and wiggled her hind quarters. She looked directly at the pebble, trying to judge how much power she would need to get there. Not knowing all spher strengths, or knowing exactly how to measure the jump, she sprang. She flew easily, the sensation of being weightless one of her new favorite feelings. She landed softly, but just inches from the pebble. Without hesitation, she scrambled forwards and clasped her paws around the pebble. Turning to her mentor she produced a sheepish grin. "Let me guess, I would've been empty pawed again, would I?" She asked in disappointment.

Brilliance

March 4th, 2017, 04:44 PM

lone

March 4th, 2017, 09:10 PM

A dark grey blue russian apprenticed groomed himself while he watched his friend try attack a stick. Azulpaw was bored and he only accompanied his piebald friend because he didn't want to face the day alone. Even if Bluepaw was a bit mean, in a teasing like manner to him, nothing serious.
Azulpaw was amused as Bluepaw continued to fumble with the tree branch. And, if he was being honest, it was the highlight of his day to watch as the apprentice tumble around.
''You might as well give up,'' The blue russian mused.
Bluepaw hissed, ''True warriors never give up.''
''But, you aren't a warrior.''
''I will be soon!'' Bluepaw stated, proudly. ''I just need to focus more on my attacking.''
''Yeah, you do suck at it.'' Azulpaw replied with a close of his eyes. Azulpaw wasn't much of a fighter. He was more on the intellect side, taking pride in his sardonic and witty comments, something Bluepaw despised about the other apprentice, but nonetheless valued him as a best friend.
Without warning, Bluepaw slowly approached the sensible apprentice, and jumped onto him. Azulpaw let out a shriek of surprise, and the two fumbled for a moment.
Azulpaw managed to use his hind legs to flip Bluepaw over, his paws resting on his shoulder blades. Bluepaw smirked, and he allowed himself to flip them over again, rolling in a circle around the area.
Bluepaw laid on top of a panting Azulpaw. He had no energy left, but Bluepaw felt as if he won an entire battle. ''The one who needs training...is you, my dear friend.''
''Whatever,'' Azulpaw huffed. ''Let me up, you heavy piece of mouse-brain.''
Bluepaw snickered and jumped off his best friend. He lashed his tail and twitched his ears. ''When battle comes I'll be ready.''
Azulpaw sighed, sitting up. He already cleaned his fur, and now it was dirty again from the clinging grass! He stared daggers at Bluepaw, but he knew he couldn't do anything. He wasn't as strong as the young apprentice anyway. ''Hopefully when battle comes, you'll earn a good butt whipping.''
Bluepaw laughed. ''You're just jealous.''
''Whatever.'' Azulpaw replied. ''I'm never jealous. And of you? Please. I'd rather take chances with myself, if I'm being honest.'' He told his friend.

Two she cats entered the Training Plateau, one of them being a stunning white and the other a blue color. The two cats looked around; one with authority and confidence, the other in a manner as though she were excited and analyzing everything. The older of the two, the white she cat, smirked when she saw the two toms wrestling. Such a waste of time, the white cat thought. She sat down and began to clean one paw, brushing it over her ears and looking over at the toms as though expecting one of them to make a remark on her appearance. She was used to being complimented; and because of that, sometimes it was hard to tell whether she was really serious about finding someone to cherish forever.

The blue cat, who was known as Asterpaw, glanced around the Training Plateau with her eyes wide, a smile etched firmly on her features. "This place is great, isn't it Alabasterpaw?" She asked, turning around to see her half-sister sitting. The blue she cat rolled her eyes, moving over towards the white one with an annoyed expression, hazel eyes sparking as though she were angry. And she wasn't angry, she was just annoyed with the older cat's constant flirtatious manner. Why did she always have to be so, so...so like herself? Couldn't she be calm and friendly for once, or at least more of a daredevil like Asterpaw herself?

Alabasterpaw, as the white she cat had now been claimed as, turned her head towards the she cat before shrugging. "It's alright. I'm much more interested in the view, though." She turned her hues towards the two toms, cobalt eyes gleaming with interest. This was something new. Well, well, well...and what might we have here? She thought, looking them over as though they were nothing more then prey in a fresh kill pile. That was her way. She would figure out which one of them was the most interested, play them for a while-- at least until she got bored-- and then leave as though she had never cared in the first place. It might be a heartless game, but at least it was one that intrigued her.

Asterpaw knew that look in her half-sister's hues. It meant that something bad was going to happen-- and then, as usual, she would be left behind to pick up the pieces. Always growing up in the older cat's shadow had showed her that she was going to have to write her own story if she wanted out of the bothersome routine of the older cat's antics. She glanced over towards the two toms as well, more out of interest then anything else, and then around at the Training Plateau. It was an interesting area, and one that she imagined she would be spending quite a bit of time in from now on. The she cat flicked the tip of her tail in a careless manner-- though she had just become an apprentice, she knew that she was well on her way to becoming a warrior of the Clan.

Alabasterpaw, on the other hand, couldn't care less about becoming a warrior. Her perfectly groomed pelt was about the only thing that interested her, and right now, she was very interested in the two toms. Drawing Asterpaw closer to her, she approached them with a smile on her features, ivory fangs gleaming in the light that seemed to illuminate her fangs almost as much as her 'angelic' features. "Hello there! I'm Alabasterpaw, and this is my sister- well, half sister- Asterpaw. And who might you two handsome cats be?" She asked, her fangs still glinting pleasantly along with her cobalt hues. Asterpaw rolled her eyes, shrugging as she smiled as well, though it was less perfect then her perfect older sister's.

Brilliance

March 4th, 2017, 10:45 PM

Two she cats entered the Training Plateau, one of them being a stunning white and the other a blue color. The two cats looked around; one with authority and confidence, the other in a manner as though she were excited and analyzing everything. The older of the two, the white she cat, smirked when she saw the two toms wrestling. Such a waste of time, the white cat thought. She sat down and began to clean one paw, brushing it over her ears and looking over at the toms as though expecting one of them to make a remark on her appearance. She was used to being complimented; and because of that, sometimes it was hard to tell whether she was really serious about finding someone to cherish forever.

The blue cat, who was known as Asterpaw, glanced around the Training Plateau with her eyes wide, a smile etched firmly on her features. "This place is great, isn't it Alabasterpaw?" She asked, turning around to see her half-sister sitting. The blue she cat rolled her eyes, moving over towards the white one with an annoyed expression, hazel eyes sparking as though she were angry. And she wasn't angry, she was just annoyed with the older cat's constant flirtatious manner. Why did she always have to be so, so...so like herself? Couldn't she be calm and friendly for once, or at least more of a daredevil like Asterpaw herself?

Alabasterpaw, as the white she cat had now been claimed as, turned her head towards the she cat before shrugging. "It's alright. I'm much more interested in the view, though." She turned her hues towards the two toms, cobalt eyes gleaming with interest. This was something new. Well, well, well...and what might we have here? She thought, looking them over as though they were nothing more then prey in a fresh kill pile. That was her way. She would figure out which one of them was the most interested, play them for a while-- at least until she got bored-- and then leave as though she had never cared in the first place. It might be a heartless game, but at least it was one that intrigued her.

Asterpaw knew that look in her half-sister's hues. It meant that something bad was going to happen-- and then, as usual, she would be left behind to pick up the pieces. Always growing up in the older cat's shadow had showed her that she was going to have to write her own story if she wanted out of the bothersome routine of the older cat's antics. She glanced over towards the two toms as well, more out of interest then anything else, and then around at the Training Plateau. It was an interesting area, and one that she imagined she would be spending quite a bit of time in from now on. The she cat flicked the tip of her tail in a careless manner-- though she had just become an apprentice, she knew that she was well on her way to becoming a warrior of the Clan.

Alabasterpaw, on the other hand, couldn't care less about becoming a warrior. Her perfectly groomed pelt was about the only thing that interested her, and right now, she was very interested in the two toms. Drawing Asterpaw closer to her, she approached them with a smile on her features, ivory fangs gleaming in the light that seemed to illuminate her fangs almost as much as her 'angelic' features. "Hello there! I'm Alabasterpaw, and this is my sister- well, half sister- Asterpaw. And who might you two handsome cats be?" She asked, her fangs still glinting pleasantly along with her cobalt hues. Asterpaw rolled her eyes, shrugging as she smiled as well, though it was less perfect then her perfect older sister's.

Azulpaw and Bluepaw stared at the two females in interest. More so Bluepaw than Azulpaw. Azulpaw looked on with a certain mask of irritability. The blue russian took a quick glance at his friend, Bluepaw, noting that he was in some kind of trance.
When the white she cat introduced herself, and Bluepaw couldn't even get a word out, Azulpaw was quick to come up with something. ''We're not desperate if that's what you're thinking!'' He replied wistfully, and turned away from the white she-cat. He sensed she was trying too hard. He sensed she was bad news in the first place, and the least thing he wanted to do was deal with...riffraff.
On the other hand, Bluepaw smacked Azulpaw with his tail, so powerfully that it knocked the young tom over. ''Hey!'' Azulpaw yelped.
Bluepaw replied through gritted teeth, ''Why must you be so rude? They are only introducing themselves.'' He sneered at his best friend, before turning back to the white she-cat. He didn't notice much of the other one. He didn't care much about her. This young cat felt as if he was walking on sunshine. He felt like the suns and the moon belonged to him, and he wanted to give it to...what's her name?...Alabasterpaw...sounded unique. Unusual on the tongue, and a perfect tune to the ears.
''Nice to meet you...Alabasterpaw...''He trailed off, glancing at the other she-cat beside her, ''And, you too.'' He briskly said.
Azulpaw stood up, muttering something inaudible to hear. Bluepaw continued, ''I'm Bluepaw, and this fellow here is my friend, Azulpaw.''
Azulpaw rolled his eyes, but he stared at the two. He wasn't the one to fawn over she-cats as other toms--namely, Bluepaw-- would do anything to impress them. As of now, he wanted to impress this...white she-cat. She was beautiful, Azulpaw would give her that credit. Albeit she looked as if she had a big head already, and he didn't want to make it anymore bigger than it already was.
He then noted the smaller female. What was her name?...Asterpaw? She seemed more innocent-like, more excited about life, but he could tell she was shadowed by this older...what is she to her?...half-sibling...?
''We were just playing around,'' Bluepaw flexed, showing off his slight definitions of muscles that he was gaining. ''Nothing much of the sort, you know, just playing around.''
''You were playing around.'' Azulpaw responded, annoyed. ''And, now it seems as if you're playing too much around. What do you want anyway?'' His anger was at Bluepaw first, but then carried onto the white she-cat just as quickly. Azulpaw never had much of a temper, and he surely didn't like his time wasted, but it seemed as if everyone was doing just that today! Wasting his time!
Azulpaw's eyes flickered to the smaller she-cat next to Alabasterpaw. It seemed as though his gazed soften a bit after seeing a smile, but he stared at them, pricking into their souls.
Bluepaw hissed at them. ''Don't be mean to her! She introduced herself, no need to be hostile,'' He flicked his tail once more, ''Pay no heed to him, he's just an old grump.''
''An old grump!?'' Azulpaw exclaimed.
''Why don't you go make yourself useful, and practice your hunting?'' Bluepaw seethed. ''I'll talk to this lovely she-cat.'' He said, flicking his tail towards Alabasterpaw.
''Right...she's the only lovely one and you don't even mention her sister? Asterpaw?'' Was he the first one to say the second she-cat's name? Azulpaw cared about equality. Why give one she-cat the time of day when she's with another? Granted, that sounded greedy, but Asterpaw looked more genuine, more sweeter than her half-sister, Azulpaw could tell. Bluepaw was more gullible. He needed to learn a lesson, but Azulpaw never wanted to see his best friend hurt. So, before Bluepaw could respond, Azulpaw turned away proudly, saying, ''I have better things to do instead of listening to this.''
Bluepaw fired back, ''Go practice your hunting skills, mouse-brain.''
Azulpaw muttered something that was incoherent, and he stalked a few ways away from the three other cats.

lone

March 4th, 2017, 11:13 PM

Azulpaw and Bluepaw stared at the two females in interest. More so Bluepaw than Azulpaw. Azulpaw looked on with a certain mask of irritability. The blue russian took a quick glance at his friend, Bluepaw, noting that he was in some kind of trance.
When the white she cat introduced herself, and Bluepaw couldn't even get a word out, Azulpaw was quick to come up with something. ''We're not desperate if that's what you're thinking!'' He replied wistfully, and turned away from the white she-cat. He sensed she was trying too hard. He sensed she was bad news in the first place, and the least thing he wanted to do was deal with...riffraff.
On the other hand, Bluepaw smacked Azulpaw with his tail, so powerfully that it knocked the young tom over. ''Hey!'' Azulpaw yelped.
Bluepaw replied through gritted teeth, ''Why must you be so rude? They are only introducing themselves.'' He sneered at his best friend, before turning back to the white she-cat. He didn't notice much of the other one. He didn't care much about her. This young cat felt as if he was walking on sunshine. He felt like the suns and the moon belonged to him, and he wanted to give it to...what's her name?...Alabasterpaw...sounded unique. Unusual on the tongue, and a perfect tune to the ears.
''Nice to meet you...Alabasterpaw...''He trailed off, glancing at the other she-cat beside her, ''And, you too.'' He briskly said.
Azulpaw stood up, muttering something inaudible to hear. Bluepaw continued, ''I'm Bluepaw, and this fellow here is my friend, Azulpaw.''
Azulpaw rolled his eyes, but he stared at the two. He wasn't the one to fawn over she-cats as other toms--namely, Bluepaw-- would do anything to impress them. As of now, he wanted to impress this...white she-cat. She was beautiful, Azulpaw would give her that credit. Albeit she looked as if she had a big head already, and he didn't want to make it anymore bigger than it already was.
He then noted the smaller female. What was her name?...Asterpaw? She seemed more innocent-like, more excited about life, but he could tell she was shadowed by this older...what is she to her?...half-sibling...?
''We were just playing around,'' Bluepaw flexed, showing off his slight definitions of muscles that he was gaining. ''Nothing much of the sort, you know, just playing around.''
''You were playing around.'' Azulpaw responded, annoyed. ''And, now it seems as if you're playing too much around. What do you want anyway?'' His anger was at Bluepaw first, but then carried onto the white she-cat just as quickly. Azulpaw never had much of a temper, and he surely didn't like his time wasted, but it seemed as if everyone was doing just that today! Wasting his time!
Azulpaw's eyes flickered to the smaller she-cat next to Alabasterpaw. It seemed as though his gazed soften a bit after seeing a smile, but he stared at them, pricking into their souls.
Bluepaw hissed at them. ''Don't be mean to her! She introduced herself, no need to be hostile,'' He flicked his tail once more, ''Pay no heed to him, he's just an old grump.''
''An old grump!?'' Azulpaw exclaimed.
''Why don't you go make yourself useful, and practice your hunting?'' Bluepaw seethed. ''I'll talk to this lovely she-cat.'' He said, flicking his tail towards Alabasterpaw.
''Right...she's the only lovely one and you don't even mention her sister? Asterpaw?'' Was he the first one to say the second she-cat's name? Azulpaw cared about equality. Why give one she-cat the time of day when she's with another? Granted, that sounded greedy, but Asterpaw looked more genuine, more sweeter than her half-sister, Azulpaw could tell. Bluepaw was more gullible. He needed to learn a lesson, but Azulpaw never wanted to see his best friend hurt. So, before Bluepaw could respond, Azulpaw turned away proudly, saying, ''I have better things to do instead of listening to this.''
Bluepaw fired back, ''Go practice your hunting skills, mouse-brain.''
Azulpaw muttered something that was incoherent, and he stalked a few ways away from the three other cats.

Alabasterpaw's hues narrowed at the rude response of the blue Russian. Sounds like something Asterpaw would say. She thought, glancing at her younger sister. Asterpaw was paying no attention to the two toms, instead glancing around at the scenery-- it looked as though she were planning some sort of a stunt. She loved planning stunts-- though it was a rare occasion when she actually got to carry one out. "My, you are quite the feisty one, aren't you? And handsome, too; that'll get you places." She purred with a wink, before turning her attention away from him. There was no sense in wasting her time on a tom who didn't seem to care in the first place.
Asterpaw, on the other hand, had finally returned her attention to the two toms. However much she disliked her sister's ways, no one spoke to Alabasterpaw like that and survived. Though Asterpaw was normally the friendlier of the two, when it came to her half-sister, she was going to protect her at all costs. Alabasterpaw tended to have her head in the clouds dreaming of a romantic fairytale...and yet she went around breaking hearts as though it was the easiest thing in the world to do. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't hear anyone asking whether you were 'desperate' or not." She snapped, her tail lashing back and forth angrily as her hues narrowed to slits.
While Alabasterpaw was somewhat surprised of her half-sister's protection, she shrugged it off. A smile came onto the she cat's maw when the undeniably better looking of the two and her hues brightened. "Such a gentleman. The pleasure is ours, meeting such handsome young apprentices-- right, Asterpaw?" She asked. She had often tried to get her sister into the mood for romance, but the blue she cat hadn't seemed to be too interested. Maybe it was just the way she was.
Asterpaw had trailed off in her thoughts again, before Alabasterpaw's voice came into her thoughts and brought her back to the present. "Huh? Oh right, yes, pleasure, blah, blah, blah." She shrugged, before her glance returned to the plateau in front of her. She was much more interested in that view. She and Alabasterpaw were the same age, and yet the white she cat seemed to have much more interest-- not to mention luck-- in the romance department, leaving Asterpaw in the dust. It wasn't that she wasn't interested...it was just that toms didn't really seem to care about her existence while the stunning female was around showing off her beauty.
"Oh, are you talking to me? Why, I'm just engaging in friendly conversation. And Asterpaw is too, aren't you, Ast?" She asked, nudging the apprentice with a sharp bump to the side. She wished her half-sister would pay more attention to what was going on around her. It was really quite embarrassing when she thought about it, the way that the young she cat didn't seem to pay much attention to what was going on...she lived in the past or future, never the present.
"Yeah, friendly conversation. Is that what I was supposed to say, Ally?" She asked, glancing at the cat who had acted like an older sibling to her all her life. Constantly overshadowed. No one would guess that they were the same age, and Asterpaw herself had come to think of herself as the 'younger sister' of the two, making her feel like she had been pushed down. She wasn't paying too much attention right now. After the hostile introduction, Asterpaw felt as though the two toms were like the night and the day; one of them was rude and couldn't care less, and the other was acting like some sort of a...of a flirt like her sister. Oh, Asterpaw was sick and tired of flirts and their stupid, stupid games that they decided to play with others.
Alabasterpaw giggled and lowered her head, her cobalt hues looking up at him in the most innocent way possible. "You flatter me! Am I really that lovely?" She asked, with another laugh, smiling brightly at the tom. She had found one who seemed to have been peaked by her faked interest. Good, now it was time for the real fun to begin...and then the most amazing part of all.
Asterpaw rolled her eyes and looked as though she were about to walk away, but Alabasterpaw's tail kept her from doing so, keeping her firmly locked in and looking at the two toms. Oh, she was being tortured by this stupid twist of fate. Why her? Why, of all the cats in the world, did it have to be her and these two? Couldn't she have bumped into someone more pleasant perhaps? A cat who shared her interest for the beauty of the plateau around them, and a cat who wasn't going to be hitting on her sister? Better not try that with me. I'll claw your ears off in a second. She thought snappishly, her hues flashing as angrily as they possibly could. Her ears pricked up when the second one mentioned her name...well, at least she was getting some recognition. Not that she wanted it, she would have done just as well without. "Yeah. Asterpaw." She mewed, with a slight shrug as though she were trying to say 'whatever.'
The white she cat was embarrassed by her sister's antics, and returned her gaze to Bluepaw. "My apologies for my sister's rudeness. She doesn't understand the value of making friends-- especially with such a strong, handsome tom as yourself. Asterpaw, why don't you be a dear and run along? You wanted to explore anyways, so go explore." This last part was directed at her sister, who looked as though she were only too glad to escape the two cats.
Asterpaw bounded towards the edge of the plateau, glancing over before she headed over towards the other side. The bored, more hostile side of her seemed to be forgotten as she crouched down, leg muscles tense, and looked just about ready to spring. She didn't think about how far down it might be. She just knew that she wanted to drop, and see what would happen when she hit bottom.

Brilliance

March 5th, 2017, 12:03 AM

Alabasterpaw's hues narrowed at the rude response of the blue Russian. Sounds like something Asterpaw would say. She thought, glancing at her younger sister. Asterpaw was paying no attention to the two toms, instead glancing around at the scenery-- it looked as though she were planning some sort of a stunt. She loved planning stunts-- though it was a rare occasion when she actually got to carry one out. "My, you are quite the feisty one, aren't you? And handsome, too; that'll get you places." She purred with a wink, before turning her attention away from him. There was no sense in wasting her time on a tom who didn't seem to care in the first place.
Asterpaw, on the other hand, had finally returned her attention to the two toms. However much she disliked her sister's ways, no one spoke to Alabasterpaw like that and survived. Though Asterpaw was normally the friendlier of the two, when it came to her half-sister, she was going to protect her at all costs. Alabasterpaw tended to have her head in the clouds dreaming of a romantic fairytale...and yet she went around breaking hearts as though it was the easiest thing in the world to do. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't hear anyone asking whether you were 'desperate' or not." She snapped, her tail lashing back and forth angrily as her hues narrowed to slits.
While Alabasterpaw was somewhat surprised of her half-sister's protection, she shrugged it off. A smile came onto the she cat's maw when the undeniably better looking of the two and her hues brightened. "Such a gentleman. The pleasure is ours, meeting such handsome young apprentices-- right, Asterpaw?" She asked. She had often tried to get her sister into the mood for romance, but the blue she cat hadn't seemed to be too interested. Maybe it was just the way she was.
Asterpaw had trailed off in her thoughts again, before Alabasterpaw's voice came into her thoughts and brought her back to the present. "Huh? Oh right, yes, pleasure, blah, blah, blah." She shrugged, before her glance returned to the plateau in front of her. She was much more interested in that view. She and Alabasterpaw were the same age, and yet the white she cat seemed to have much more interest-- not to mention luck-- in the romance department, leaving Asterpaw in the dust. It wasn't that she wasn't interested...it was just that toms didn't really seem to care about her existence while the stunning female was around showing off her beauty.
"Oh, are you talking to me? Why, I'm just engaging in friendly conversation. And Asterpaw is too, aren't you, Ast?" She asked, nudging the apprentice with a sharp bump to the side. She wished her half-sister would pay more attention to what was going on around her. It was really quite embarrassing when she thought about it, the way that the young she cat didn't seem to pay much attention to what was going on...she lived in the past or future, never the present.
"Yeah, friendly conversation. Is that what I was supposed to say, Ally?" She asked, glancing at the cat who had acted like an older sibling to her all her life. Constantly overshadowed. No one would guess that they were the same age, and Asterpaw herself had come to think of herself as the 'younger sister' of the two, making her feel like she had been pushed down. She wasn't paying too much attention right now. After the hostile introduction, Asterpaw felt as though the two toms were like the night and the day; one of them was rude and couldn't care less, and the other was acting like some sort of a...of a flirt like her sister. Oh, Asterpaw was sick and tired of flirts and their stupid, stupid games that they decided to play with others.
Alabasterpaw giggled and lowered her head, her cobalt hues looking up at him in the most innocent way possible. "You flatter me! Am I really that lovely?" She asked, with another laugh, smiling brightly at the tom. She had found one who seemed to have been peaked by her faked interest. Good, now it was time for the real fun to begin...and then the most amazing part of all.
Asterpaw rolled her eyes and looked as though she were about to walk away, but Alabasterpaw's tail kept her from doing so, keeping her firmly locked in and looking at the two toms. Oh, she was being tortured by this stupid twist of fate. Why her? Why, of all the cats in the world, did it have to be her and these two? Couldn't she have bumped into someone more pleasant perhaps? A cat who shared her interest for the beauty of the plateau around them, and a cat who wasn't going to be hitting on her sister? Better not try that with me. I'll claw your ears off in a second. She thought snappishly, her hues flashing as angrily as they possibly could. Her ears pricked up when the second one mentioned her name...well, at least she was getting some recognition. Not that she wanted it, she would have done just as well without. "Yeah. Asterpaw." She mewed, with a slight shrug as though she were trying to say 'whatever.'
The white she cat was embarrassed by her sister's antics, and returned her gaze to Bluepaw. "My apologies for my sister's rudeness. She doesn't understand the value of making friends-- especially with such a strong, handsome tom as yourself. Asterpaw, why don't you be a dear and run along? You wanted to explore anyways, so go explore." This last part was directed at her sister, who looked as though she were only too glad to escape the two cats.
Asterpaw bounded towards the edge of the plateau, glancing over before she headed over towards the other side. The bored, more hostile side of her seemed to be forgotten as she crouched down, leg muscles tense, and looked just about ready to spring. She didn't think about how far down it might be. She just knew that she wanted to drop, and see what would happen when she hit bottom.

Bluepaw stood in a trance for what seemed like forever. He was very shocked that even a she-cat would look his way. He was even more shock that she started talking to him first. He felt a knot curling in his stomach at Azulpaw's almost ruining his chances.
''Heh, you are very lovely.'' He complimented. ''Beautiful, in fact.'' He stared deep into her eyes, getting lost in them. He had to shake his head to rid the thoughts, and he sighed. He took a quick glance behind him to see Azulpaw enjoying the scenery, or the look of the water. Azulpaw's tail was curled around him, and his head looked straight into the distance, with a slight tilt.
Bluepaw focused back on the she-cats in front of them, and said, ''Your sister,'' he pointed, already forgetting the other one's name, ''She's feisty. Kinda reminds me of Azulpaw.'' He chuckled, glancing back at his best friend. He knew Azulpaw didn't really pay any heed to the female cats around the clan, but he never knew way. Azulpaw was only close to one female apprentice; their friend Silverpaw. She was the only one who could crack him, get him to tell her his problems. Azulpaw shared a special bond with Silverpaw. It was more platonic however, than romantic. When Bluepaw confronted Azulpaw about having a crush on the silver she-cat, Azulpaw laughed as if it were a joke, and he answered seriously that she's like a sister to him, and forever will be.
Why couldn't he be more on the daring side? We could've had double dates! With me taking Alabasterpaw, and he takes the...other sister, whatever her name was. He's always ruining stuff!
''Oh, you think I'm handsome?'' The young apprentice flattened his ears, ''I, um, wow...''He was speechless. This pretty attractive feline was talking to him! Flirting with him! And, he was acting as if he were a fish out of water; no words; no comment. If he were Azulpaw, he wouldn't be fazed as much. But, he's not Azulpaw. He's Bluepaw! Given his name because of his crystallize hues.
Bluepaw, feeling a wave of confidence come upon him, stepped closer to the she-cat, whispering, ''Between you and me; you're the most beautiful she-cat I ever laid my eyes upon. And, I've seen many before, but you have topped them all.'' He smiles at her.
Azulpaw wasn't that far from the two, so he could practically hear everything that was said. He always had a great hearing ability, noticing every small movement and detail. He twitched his ears and laughed silently to himself. Bluepaw did not know what he was getting into, and he hoped Bluepaw would learn a lesson, but he also hoped that Bluepaw didn't cry over this one she-cat.
Azulpaw shook his head and sighed. He stared into the pond he was next to, looking down at his mirrored self. He knew wholeheartedly that he was the uglier brother out the two best friends. He did not have Bluepaw's heart melting eyes, or Bluepaw's slight muscle definition, even Bluepaw's fur took on a cool turn! No, when Azulpaw looked down, he could only see smooth dark grey fur and yellow eyes. He was still growing, but nothing physically would ever really change about him.
Azulpaw looked up from the water, and stared into the distance. He loved the trees, he loved the grass, he loved this field. He loved running in it. He loved climbing trees and going to the highest peaks to look at the world from up above. He loved watching the pretty birds. He loved watching the flying insects; namely, the butterflies with their designs in their wings. He loved it all because he appreciated nature. Granted, Bluepaw and Silverpaw were absolutely right about him needing to work more on his battling and hunting moves if he were to become a warrior, but Azulpaw wasn't really a fighter! He was more of a...he didn't know. He wanted to become a warrior because he wanted to be with Bluepaw. The best friend who will forever be with him until the end. Even after they get mates. Even after they have kits. This made Azulpaw laugh. Nine out of ten Bluepaw would be the only one with a mate, and soon enough with kits of his own while Azulpaw remained the grumpy apprentice he was. Or, the grumpy apprentice everyone called him out to be. Not that it mattered, and he looked one last time at Bluepaw trying to swoon the white she-cat. With a roll of his eyes, Azulpaw skipped over to a tree, unsheathing his claws to balance himself, and climbed to the highest point, laying down on a branch, and swishing his tail.
He could be here forever.
Away from everyone. And, forever living in his own thoughts.

lone

March 5th, 2017, 01:11 AM

Bluepaw stood in a trance for what seemed like forever. He was very shocked that even a she-cat would look his way. He was even more shock that she started talking to him first. He felt a knot curling in his stomach at Azulpaw's almost ruining his chances.
''Heh, you are very lovely.'' He complimented. ''Beautiful, in fact.'' He stared deep into her eyes, getting lost in them. He had to shake his head to rid the thoughts, and he sighed. He took a quick glance behind him to see Azulpaw enjoying the scenery, or the look of the water. Azulpaw's tail was curled around him, and his head looked straight into the distance, with a slight tilt.
Bluepaw focused back on the she-cats in front of them, and said, ''Your sister,'' he pointed, already forgetting the other one's name, ''She's feisty. Kinda reminds me of Azulpaw.'' He chuckled, glancing back at his best friend. He knew Azulpaw didn't really pay any heed to the female cats around the clan, but he never knew way. Azulpaw was only close to one female apprentice; their friend Silverpaw. She was the only one who could crack him, get him to tell her his problems. Azulpaw shared a special bond with Silverpaw. It was more platonic however, than romantic. When Bluepaw confronted Azulpaw about having a crush on the silver she-cat, Azulpaw laughed as if it were a joke, and he answered seriously that she's like a sister to him, and forever will be.
Why couldn't he be more on the daring side? We could've had double dates! With me taking Alabasterpaw, and he takes the...other sister, whatever her name was. He's always ruining stuff!
''Oh, you think I'm handsome?'' The young apprentice flattened his ears, ''I, um, wow...''He was speechless. This pretty attractive feline was talking to him! Flirting with him! And, he was acting as if he were a fish out of water; no words; no comment. If he were Azulpaw, he wouldn't be fazed as much. But, he's not Azulpaw. He's Bluepaw! Given his name because of his crystallize hues.
Bluepaw, feeling a wave of confidence come upon him, stepped closer to the she-cat, whispering, ''Between you and me; you're the most beautiful she-cat I ever laid my eyes upon. And, I've seen many before, but you have topped them all.'' He smiles at her.
Azulpaw wasn't that far from the two, so he could practically hear everything that was said. He always had a great hearing ability, noticing every small movement and detail. He twitched his ears and laughed silently to himself. Bluepaw did not know what he was getting into, and he hoped Bluepaw would learn a lesson, but he also hoped that Bluepaw didn't cry over this one she-cat.
Azulpaw shook his head and sighed. He stared into the pond he was next to, looking down at his mirrored self. He knew wholeheartedly that he was the uglier brother out the two best friends. He did not have Bluepaw's heart melting eyes, or Bluepaw's slight muscle definition, even Bluepaw's fur took on a cool turn! No, when Azulpaw looked down, he could only see smooth dark grey fur and yellow eyes. He was still growing, but nothing physically would ever really change about him.
Azulpaw looked up from the water, and stared into the distance. He loved the trees, he loved the grass, he loved this field. He loved running in it. He loved climbing trees and going to the highest peaks to look at the world from up above. He loved watching the pretty birds. He loved watching the flying insects; namely, the butterflies with their designs in their wings. He loved it all because he appreciated nature. Granted, Bluepaw and Silverpaw were absolutely right about him needing to work more on his battling and hunting moves if he were to become a warrior, but Azulpaw wasn't really a fighter! He was more of a...he didn't know. He wanted to become a warrior because he wanted to be with Bluepaw. The best friend who will forever be with him until the end. Even after they get mates. Even after they have kits. This made Azulpaw laugh. Nine out of ten Bluepaw would be the only one with a mate, and soon enough with kits of his own while Azulpaw remained the grumpy apprentice he was. Or, the grumpy apprentice everyone called him out to be. Not that it mattered, and he looked one last time at Bluepaw trying to swoon the white she-cat. With a roll of his eyes, Azulpaw skipped over to a tree, unsheathing his claws to balance himself, and climbed to the highest point, laying down on a branch, and swishing his tail.
He could be here forever.
Away from everyone. And, forever living in his own thoughts.

Alabasterpaw looked amused by the way Bluepaw was staring at her. This was the most fun she'd had in, oh...ages. She was going to feel almost bad when she dumped him like scum, but then again, that was the best part, wasn't it? A strange look came across the she cat's features before the end of her tail flicked and she smiled, almost posing in front of the tom as though to tempt him into watching her further. She really was a stunning she cat, though she didn't like to brag on herself too much...Alabasterpaw was one of those cats who preferred to let others praise her, while she just sat back and basked in their attention. "My, my, quite forward, aren't you? And like I said before, quite handsome, too...." She purred, her voice trailing off as she flicked her tail towards the tom, gently brushing it along his side. It was something she enjoyed doing. Just another part of her flirting game, and she knew it would draw him in like a kittypet to a twoleg nest.

Asterpaw continued to crouch on the edge of the plateau, looking down over it. She couldn't see the bottom. As much as she liked a risk, she wasn't stupid-- she knew when she might be going too far, and she stopped. Because she didn't want to get hurt, she knew it would break Alabasterpaw. Completely break her. The she cat sighed, sitting at the edge and staring out at the territory stretched beyond. There were just trees, and grass...everywhere she looked she could see beauty beyond her. She had often wondered what it would be like to jump and land on top of one of those trees. Being older now, she knew that most of them had quite prickly leaves and were not in the least bit pleasant. Not in a way that most cats would define pleasant, anyways. She glanced over at the grey apprentice who had moved away first. Who had been so rude to her sister. Who did he think he was, anyways?

The white she cat smirked, cocking her head to one side. "Asterpaw's got a mind of her own, alright. She doesn't change herself for anyone. I, on the other hand...am perfectly willing to bend a little in order to gain what I want." She stepped closer to the tom while she said this, until her face was only an inch from his. Before anything else could happen, however, she jerked away and was sitting back where she had been, a mischievous gleam in her hues the only thing that revealed what was going on now. She was a little annoyed with Asterpaw for having skipped out on her like that. Really, did she not understand how rude it was to run off from such a kind tom? As for the other one, well...Alabasterpaw couldn't really blame her on that. He had been quite rude, not at all the type of cat that she herself liked.

Asterpaw glanced over at the two cats who appeared to be having the time of her lives. As far as she was concerned, Alabasterpaw could keep the tom. She wasn't interested at all. Gazing out into the territory once more, she sighed before turning tail and padding back towards the two of them. Catching only a few words, she felt as though she might be sick and moved away on her own to another area of the plateau overlooking the Camp. It really was quite beautiful, and she didn't know how cats couldn't appreciate the overall beauty of the whole thing.

"Why of course! Hasn't anyone ever told you that before? You're quite handsome, just like I said before. Yes, you're going to make some she cat very proud and happy one day," She purred with a smile, her tail swishing back and forth elegantly. Elegance had always sort of been...Alabasterpaw's thing. She was one of the most dainty young apprentices that lived in the Clan. But that was just her own opinion-- however, upon Bluepaw's next words, she found herself blushing slightly. Yes, she was used to that by now. And no, she didn't mind being hit on like that. But she still found herself embarrassed by it, especially when the cat was so...so forward with his flirtatious nature. "Well I am flattered, sir! And I appreciate your kind words, the likes of which I have received many times a day, but I must say-- never from a tom with such gorgeous eyes as yours," She mewed, a purr rumbling in her chest as she did so.

Asterpaw began to approach the cat in the tree, her blue head cocked to one side. "I have something to ask you, and I'm only going to say it once, so you'd better listen up before I come up there and shove you out of that tree. Understood?" She asked in a snappy manner. She was nowhere near as friendly and sweet tempered as she looked-- more genuine, definitely, but sweet didn't seem to be in this apprentice's vocabulary. She glanced up at him to make sure she understood. She wasn't kidding about the tree thing, either-- she'd done it before, thankfully not too high of a tree, and it hadn't damaged the cat at all. Well, perhaps their ego, but other then that, nothing at all. After a moment, her hues narrowed and she spoke again. "I really wasn't kidding about the tree thing. So you'd better tell me: why were you so rude to my sister?" She asked, her hues completely narrowed now.

Brilliance

March 5th, 2017, 02:56 PM

Alabasterpaw looked amused by the way Bluepaw was staring at her. This was the most fun she'd had in, oh...ages. She was going to feel almost bad when she dumped him like scum, but then again, that was the best part, wasn't it? A strange look came across the she cat's features before the end of her tail flicked and she smiled, almost posing in front of the tom as though to tempt him into watching her further. She really was a stunning she cat, though she didn't like to brag on herself too much...Alabasterpaw was one of those cats who preferred to let others praise her, while she just sat back and basked in their attention. "My, my, quite forward, aren't you? And like I said before, quite handsome, too...." She purred, her voice trailing off as she flicked her tail towards the tom, gently brushing it along his side. It was something she enjoyed doing. Just another part of her flirting game, and she knew it would draw him in like a kittypet to a twoleg nest.

Asterpaw continued to crouch on the edge of the plateau, looking down over it. She couldn't see the bottom. As much as she liked a risk, she wasn't stupid-- she knew when she might be going too far, and she stopped. Because she didn't want to get hurt, she knew it would break Alabasterpaw. Completely break her. The she cat sighed, sitting at the edge and staring out at the territory stretched beyond. There were just trees, and grass...everywhere she looked she could see beauty beyond her. She had often wondered what it would be like to jump and land on top of one of those trees. Being older now, she knew that most of them had quite prickly leaves and were not in the least bit pleasant. Not in a way that most cats would define pleasant, anyways. She glanced over at the grey apprentice who had moved away first. Who had been so rude to her sister. Who did he think he was, anyways?

The white she cat smirked, cocking her head to one side. "Asterpaw's got a mind of her own, alright. She doesn't change herself for anyone. I, on the other hand...am perfectly willing to bend a little in order to gain what I want." She stepped closer to the tom while she said this, until her face was only an inch from his. Before anything else could happen, however, she jerked away and was sitting back where she had been, a mischievous gleam in her hues the only thing that revealed what was going on now. She was a little annoyed with Asterpaw for having skipped out on her like that. Really, did she not understand how rude it was to run off from such a kind tom? As for the other one, well...Alabasterpaw couldn't really blame her on that. He had been quite rude, not at all the type of cat that she herself liked.

Asterpaw glanced over at the two cats who appeared to be having the time of her lives. As far as she was concerned, Alabasterpaw could keep the tom. She wasn't interested at all. Gazing out into the territory once more, she sighed before turning tail and padding back towards the two of them. Catching only a few words, she felt as though she might be sick and moved away on her own to another area of the plateau overlooking the Camp. It really was quite beautiful, and she didn't know how cats couldn't appreciate the overall beauty of the whole thing.

"Why of course! Hasn't anyone ever told you that before? You're quite handsome, just like I said before. Yes, you're going to make some she cat very proud and happy one day," She purred with a smile, her tail swishing back and forth elegantly. Elegance had always sort of been...Alabasterpaw's thing. She was one of the most dainty young apprentices that lived in the Clan. But that was just her own opinion-- however, upon Bluepaw's next words, she found herself blushing slightly. Yes, she was used to that by now. And no, she didn't mind being hit on like that. But she still found herself embarrassed by it, especially when the cat was so...so forward with his flirtatious nature. "Well I am flattered, sir! And I appreciate your kind words, the likes of which I have received many times a day, but I must say-- never from a tom with such gorgeous eyes as yours," She mewed, a purr rumbling in her chest as she did so.

Asterpaw began to approach the cat in the tree, her blue head cocked to one side. "I have something to ask you, and I'm only going to say it once, so you'd better listen up before I come up there and shove you out of that tree. Understood?" She asked in a snappy manner. She was nowhere near as friendly and sweet tempered as she looked-- more genuine, definitely, but sweet didn't seem to be in this apprentice's vocabulary. She glanced up at him to make sure she understood. She wasn't kidding about the tree thing, either-- she'd done it before, thankfully not too high of a tree, and it hadn't damaged the cat at all. Well, perhaps their ego, but other then that, nothing at all. After a moment, her hues narrowed and she spoke again. "I really wasn't kidding about the tree thing. So you'd better tell me: why were you so rude to my sister?" She asked, her hues completely narrowed now.

Bluepaw twitched his ears, almost flattening them in a sense. It was a bad habit that he got from his friend, Azulpaw. The straightforwardness, it seemed. Bluepaw had patience--a lot of it in fact, but his friend did not. Azulpaw didn't like his time being wasted, and Bluepaw believed that whatever he was doing, his time was worth it. He came back to his senses and stared at the striking female. "I, um..." He trailed off, looking back into her pretty orbs. "Yeah...." He looked down uncomfortably at his paws. "I like to call it as I see it." Bluepaw gained his confidence back, his posture becoming more taller. Hearing her purr was like a siren's song that made his ears tilt forward to grasp it more clearly. He was overwhelmed with different emotions around the she-cat. His heart was beating fast. Was he dying? He felt like falling out when he felt her touch him. What was this feeling? Was this...he wanted to gag...a feeling of love? His eyes flashed. It was way too soon for him to think that he was in love. In lust? Maybe. But he couldn't admit he was in love but he knew that the feline had him wrapped around her paws, reeling him in to do anything she desired.

High trees were a definite for the dark grey apprentice. With his tail swishing, and the wind blowing gently, making his ears twitched. He was content where he was. He was content that he couldn't see them below. Azulpaw rolled his eyes. He questioned himself as to why he even tagged along with Bluepaw, why he allowed himself to take the drama. The two of them were living in their own world. They had each other, let alone Silverpaw whom was part of their duo rare times, but they were best friends; brothers. Azulpaw knew that he would lose his best friend if his friend found love. Their duo would become...nothing. One and being alone wasn't apart of Azulpaw's plan. He didn't carry a smooth transition or a groundbreaking confidence that Bluepaw carried. Azulpaw used his sarcasm and witty remarks as a type of confidence for him. He didn't care what other think of him and he certainly didn't care how they acted around him. Cats would be themselves and they're allowed to do so. Azulpaw respected cats who were genuine, who were themselves.
He looked into the distance, watching birds scatter around.

Bluepaw allowed a purr to erupt from his throat at the compliment of the attractive she-cat. Something about this she-cat meant mischief and Bluepaw was all about the mischief...to a certain point. "Oh, she sounds like Azulpaw--my friend. He hate changing himself." Bluepaw mewed. "I wonder how come you feel the need to bend for things you want. A tom should give you the world without you having to ask for anything." Unknown to others, Bluepaw was a flirt, but he was also naive. Though he took interest from afar of other she-cats, he didn't strike the nerve to talk to them first. Oh no, he didn't want to feel as if he'd embarrass himself, and Azulpaw implanted in his mind the very need to focus on his goals instead of some desperate she-cat, in his own words. Bluepaw said it with such a confidence, his eyes glowed as they looked at the female, he longed to touch her, but didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. He recounted how her tail brushed alongside him, and he purred at the thought of it. When he saw her get closer to him, he found himself leaning into her until he saw that she jerked away, and he almost fell in the process. He quickly picked himself back up, his eyes widened and he looked away slightly embarrassed. "I, um...so why did you even want to talk to me?" He asked, turning back to the she-cat. He hoped he'd be able to catch everything she said, because he knew he was captivated.

Azulpaw ears perked at a voice below him. His tail swished in annoyance. What does this irritable she-cat want now? He rolled his eyes at hearing her threat, but he held her up to it. She looked like someone that loves to spitfire.
"Oh yeah?" He called down, sitting up on the tree branch. "You'll be doing me a favor--put me out of my misery why don't you?" He replied sarcastically. He did not enjoy being bothered, and perhaps if he worked harder on his battle training, he would taken the chance to pounce at the female, but deep down he knew he wasn't ready. She would pound him into oblivion, he was sure of it.
Azulpaw groaned quietly at the mention of her half-sister, and after she was finished. He didn't say anything for a while. He only looked down at her, staring at her attentively and wondering why she even wanted to know if she had no desire to talk to him. He had no desire to talk to her, let alone see her. And, after a few minutes of contemplating this, he jumped down from the tree in a swift move. If it was one thing he was good at, it was jumping and speed. He was quick to respond--with his brain, evidently, but when it came to high ledges or trees or rocky substances, it was what he excelled in, and where Bluepaw did not. He stood in front of the female, standing taller. He looked her in the eyes and said, "Why should I tell you my intentions if you apparently just threatened to shove me out of a tree?" He smirked, "Perhaps what if I died after that fall...and then you would never received your answer." He begin walking past her, "It's not like you'd care as to why I was rude anyway. It's probably in my nature." He turned back around to face her, flickering his tail. "Or it's the fact that your sister is absolutely stunning, and could perhaps have any tom in the clan...but she chose my naive best friend, Bluepaw. Of course, he took the moment to swoon her, but I know that if she breaks him, what's going to happen then? I'm only rude for the cats I care about." He barred his teeth in annoyance. "Sorry if I hurt your fussy feelings. Next time I'll show fake happiness at seeing the two of you, if it'll make you happy." He lashed his tail, turning back around and going up to a pond to take a quick lap before sitting down by it.

lone

March 6th, 2017, 03:56 PM

Bluepaw twitched his ears, almost flattening them in a sense. It was a bad habit that he got from his friend, Azulpaw. The straightforwardness, it seemed. Bluepaw had patience--a lot of it in fact, but his friend did not. Azulpaw didn't like his time being wasted, and Bluepaw believed that whatever he was doing, his time was worth it. He came back to his senses and stared at the striking female. "I, um..." He trailed off, looking back into her pretty orbs. "Yeah...." He looked down uncomfortably at his paws. "I like to call it as I see it." Bluepaw gained his confidence back, his posture becoming more taller. Hearing her purr was like a siren's song that made his ears tilt forward to grasp it more clearly. He was overwhelmed with different emotions around the she-cat. His heart was beating fast. Was he dying? He felt like falling out when he felt her touch him. What was this feeling? Was this...he wanted to gag...a feeling of love? His eyes flashed. It was way too soon for him to think that he was in love. In lust? Maybe. But he couldn't admit he was in love but he knew that the feline had him wrapped around her paws, reeling him in to do anything she desired.

High trees were a definite for the dark grey apprentice. With his tail swishing, and the wind blowing gently, making his ears twitched. He was content where he was. He was content that he couldn't see them below. Azulpaw rolled his eyes. He questioned himself as to why he even tagged along with Bluepaw, why he allowed himself to take the drama. The two of them were living in their own world. They had each other, let alone Silverpaw whom was part of their duo rare times, but they were best friends; brothers. Azulpaw knew that he would lose his best friend if his friend found love. Their duo would become...nothing. One and being alone wasn't apart of Azulpaw's plan. He didn't carry a smooth transition or a groundbreaking confidence that Bluepaw carried. Azulpaw used his sarcasm and witty remarks as a type of confidence for him. He didn't care what other think of him and he certainly didn't care how they acted around him. Cats would be themselves and they're allowed to do so. Azulpaw respected cats who were genuine, who were themselves.
He looked into the distance, watching birds scatter around.

Bluepaw allowed a purr to erupt from his throat at the compliment of the attractive she-cat. Something about this she-cat meant mischief and Bluepaw was all about the mischief...to a certain point. "Oh, she sounds like Azulpaw--my friend. He hate changing himself." Bluepaw mewed. "I wonder how come you feel the need to bend for things you want. A tom should give you the world without you having to ask for anything." Unknown to others, Bluepaw was a flirt, but he was also naive. Though he took interest from afar of other she-cats, he didn't strike the nerve to talk to them first. Oh no, he didn't want to feel as if he'd embarrass himself, and Azulpaw implanted in his mind the very need to focus on his goals instead of some desperate she-cat, in his own words. Bluepaw said it with such a confidence, his eyes glowed as they looked at the female, he longed to touch her, but didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. He recounted how her tail brushed alongside him, and he purred at the thought of it. When he saw her get closer to him, he found himself leaning into her until he saw that she jerked away, and he almost fell in the process. He quickly picked himself back up, his eyes widened and he looked away slightly embarrassed. "I, um...so why did you even want to talk to me?" He asked, turning back to the she-cat. He hoped he'd be able to catch everything she said, because he knew he was captivated.

Azulpaw ears perked at a voice below him. His tail swished in annoyance. What does this irritable she-cat want now? He rolled his eyes at hearing her threat, but he held her up to it. She looked like someone that loves to spitfire.
"Oh yeah?" He called down, sitting up on the tree branch. "You'll be doing me a favor--put me out of my misery why don't you?" He replied sarcastically. He did not enjoy being bothered, and perhaps if he worked harder on his battle training, he would taken the chance to pounce at the female, but deep down he knew he wasn't ready. She would pound him into oblivion, he was sure of it.
Azulpaw groaned quietly at the mention of her half-sister, and after she was finished. He didn't say anything for a while. He only looked down at her, staring at her attentively and wondering why she even wanted to know if she had no desire to talk to him. He had no desire to talk to her, let alone see her. And, after a few minutes of contemplating this, he jumped down from the tree in a swift move. If it was one thing he was good at, it was jumping and speed. He was quick to respond--with his brain, evidently, but when it came to high ledges or trees or rocky substances, it was what he excelled in, and where Bluepaw did not. He stood in front of the female, standing taller. He looked her in the eyes and said, "Why should I tell you my intentions if you apparently just threatened to shove me out of a tree?" He smirked, "Perhaps what if I died after that fall...and then you would never received your answer." He begin walking past her, "It's not like you'd care as to why I was rude anyway. It's probably in my nature." He turned back around to face her, flickering his tail. "Or it's the fact that your sister is absolutely stunning, and could perhaps have any tom in the clan...but she chose my naive best friend, Bluepaw. Of course, he took the moment to swoon her, but I know that if she breaks him, what's going to happen then? I'm only rude for the cats I care about." He barred his teeth in annoyance. "Sorry if I hurt your fussy feelings. Next time I'll show fake happiness at seeing the two of you, if it'll make you happy." He lashed his tail, turning back around and going up to a pond to take a quick lap before sitting down by it.

The pretty white she cat laughed inwardly at his hesitation. Oh, this was the most fun she'd had in ages! Though, she couldn't help but feel bad...what was going to happen to the tom when she'd had enough? Was he going to be angry with her? Would he admit that his friend had been right? Would something good come of this, or would it end up being a horrible ending that she would hate to see? She wasn't sure what would come of it, but she was hoping that the tom would be alright. She liked him-- in an amused, 'eh-he's-alright' sort of way. His less confident moments were actually rather sweet...though not something she would necessarily want. A small giggle escaped her and she took another step closer until she was looking directly at him, her face only an inch away. "You call it as you see it, hm?" She asked in a purr, before stepping away once more.

Asterpaw glanced over towards her half-sister again, hues narrowing until they were almost slits. This was one of the least impressive things that she had seen in a long time. Still got her touch, she thought with a sigh. The smaller apprentice curled her tail around her paws as she sat against the base of the tree, looking quite as though she would like to forget that Alabasterpaw was related to her...after all, it was somewhat embarrassing to note that this cat was ripping a friendship apart. As she always did. It seemed as though the singular toms were nowhere near as interesting, and Asterpaw didn't understand why. Was it just the fact that she liked ripping friendship apart? Leaving one or two members of the duo-- or trio-- broken-hearted and later, the second or third? It didn't make sense to her at all. And neither did the flirting nonsense. Just walk up to a tom, act all pretty, laugh at anything they say and compliment them, and you've done it! It's that simple, Ast! She could remember the white she cat telling her. It didn't seem that simple. Then again, Alabasterpaw always made it look easy... she was an expert at this sort of thing.

"Oh he does, does he?" She asked, looking over towards where her half-sister was sitting at the base of the tree. She appeared to have been talking a moment before, and now was just watching. Way to go, Ast! She thought with a purr rumbling in her chest again. She didn't know that Asterpaw wasn't flirting. And that she was defending her sister for an incident that Alabasterpaw, to be honest, didn't remember at all. She didn't realize that her half-sister was trying to help, and thought that she was becoming like herself...a flirt. Confident. And always radiating perfection wherever she went, like the she cat thought she was. Nothing had ever brought this young female down, and she doubted anything ever would. "You flatter me...but would you believe there are some toms out there who don't like me at all? Yeah, they think I have 'bad intentions' and are 'going to hurt them.' But you don't think that, do you?" She asked, making her hues very wide and blinking with the most innocent expression she could muster. It wasn't too innocent...but at least it conveyed her message that she was trying to get across. At his next question, the she cat looked confused for a moment...and then her expression brightened and she cocked her head to the side, white fangs showing once more in a brilliant smile. "Well, my sister and I came in here-- just for a look around, she likes to do that sort of silly thing-- and I thought 'who are those handsome young toms over there?' So I brought Asterpaw over, and here we are now! Though without your friend-- shame, really." She shook her head in mock sadness before her friendly expression returned.

Asterpaw rolled her eyes, hearing her sister's conversation. She knew the white she cat had a tendency to exaggerate things, but that was ridiculous. She knew her sister had been thinking nothing of the sort, and she really knew that she didn't miss the tom's friend. "I would, but I don't want to get in trouble for murder-- even if it was an accident. It'd be all too easy to accidentally come up there, accidentally not see you, and accidentally push you out of this stupid tree." She snapped, her hues flashing angrily. She didn't like this cat. He was far too-- obnoxious. Although not quite as much as her sister, who always got the attention. Always got the spotlight. Always got the toms, though she didn't care too much about that part. Toms were annoying, and this one just seemed to be proving her point for her. Thanks a lot-- what was it? Oh yeah, Azulpaw. She thought with a grin, her tail twitching back and forth at speeds that should have been impossible for her. Alarm shot through her as the tom jumped from the tree-- perhaps he had decided to jump, and save her the trouble of killing him?-- and then landed in front of her, taller by quite a bit. She was small, and at that moment she had never hated her size more."Because you hurt my sister, and nobody hurts Alabasterpaw." She snapped, feeling very much tempted to lash her tail across his smug features. Though that wouldn't do any good. She could blind him...but that wouldn't do her much good either, he'd probably go stumbling over the edge of the plateau and then she would be in real trouble. Or whoever missed him would just think he was plain stupid, which worked for her too. Either way she would win. "You're right, I really don't care. As for my sister being stunning-- that's hardly a surprise, it's what everyone thinks, so if you were rude for that reason--" She stopped when she realized what he had said at the end of his sentence. Ok-ay...she thought, trying to hide her surprise, although she wasn't doing too good of a job with it. But his next statement once again proved the stupidity and infuriating nature of a tom, and her hues hardened once again. "Please do. At least you won't be going around hurting cats like they're nothing. And don't you dare say that's what Alabasterpaw does, because I already know and I don't like it at all, but at least I have the decency not to snap at her." She snarled, her hues flashing with mixed emotions as she did so.

Brilliance

March 6th, 2017, 04:35 PM

The pretty white she cat laughed inwardly at his hesitation. Oh, this was the most fun she'd had in ages! Though, she couldn't help but feel bad...what was going to happen to the tom when she'd had enough? Was he going to be angry with her? Would he admit that his friend had been right? Would something good come of this, or would it end up being a horrible ending that she would hate to see? She wasn't sure what would come of it, but she was hoping that the tom would be alright. She liked him-- in an amused, 'eh-he's-alright' sort of way. His less confident moments were actually rather sweet...though not something she would necessarily want. A small giggle escaped her and she took another step closer until she was looking directly at him, her face only an inch away. "You call it as you see it, hm?" She asked in a purr, before stepping away once more.

Asterpaw glanced over towards her half-sister again, hues narrowing until they were almost slits. This was one of the least impressive things that she had seen in a long time. Still got her touch, she thought with a sigh. The smaller apprentice curled her tail around her paws as she sat against the base of the tree, looking quite as though she would like to forget that Alabasterpaw was related to her...after all, it was somewhat embarrassing to note that this cat was ripping a friendship apart. As she always did. It seemed as though the singular toms were nowhere near as interesting, and Asterpaw didn't understand why. Was it just the fact that she liked ripping friendship apart? Leaving one or two members of the duo-- or trio-- broken-hearted and later, the second or third? It didn't make sense to her at all. And neither did the flirting nonsense. Just walk up to a tom, act all pretty, laugh at anything they say and compliment them, and you've done it! It's that simple, Ast! She could remember the white she cat telling her. It didn't seem that simple. Then again, Alabasterpaw always made it look easy... she was an expert at this sort of thing.

"Oh he does, does he?" She asked, looking over towards where her half-sister was sitting at the base of the tree. She appeared to have been talking a moment before, and now was just watching. Way to go, Ast! She thought with a purr rumbling in her chest again. She didn't know that Asterpaw wasn't flirting. And that she was defending her sister for an incident that Alabasterpaw, to be honest, didn't remember at all. She didn't realize that her half-sister was trying to help, and thought that she was becoming like herself...a flirt. Confident. And always radiating perfection wherever she went, like the she cat thought she was. Nothing had ever brought this young female down, and she doubted anything ever would. "You flatter me...but would you believe there are some toms out there who don't like me at all? Yeah, they think I have 'bad intentions' and are 'going to hurt them.' But you don't think that, do you?" She asked, making her hues very wide and blinking with the most innocent expression she could muster. It wasn't too innocent...but at least it conveyed her message that she was trying to get across. At his next question, the she cat looked confused for a moment...and then her expression brightened and she cocked her head to the side, white fangs showing once more in a brilliant smile. "Well, my sister and I came in here-- just for a look around, she likes to do that sort of silly thing-- and I thought 'who are those handsome young toms over there?' So I brought Asterpaw over, and here we are now! Though without your friend-- shame, really." She shook her head in mock sadness before her friendly expression returned.

Asterpaw rolled her eyes, hearing her sister's conversation. She knew the white she cat had a tendency to exaggerate things, but that was ridiculous. She knew her sister had been thinking nothing of the sort, and she really knew that she didn't miss the tom's friend. "I would, but I don't want to get in trouble for murder-- even if it was an accident. It'd be all too easy to accidentally come up there, accidentally not see you, and accidentally push you out of this stupid tree." She snapped, her hues flashing angrily. She didn't like this cat. He was far too-- obnoxious. Although not quite as much as her sister, who always got the attention. Always got the spotlight. Always got the toms, though she didn't care too much about that part. Toms were annoying, and this one just seemed to be proving her point for her. Thanks a lot-- what was it? Oh yeah, Azulpaw. She thought with a grin, her tail twitching back and forth at speeds that should have been impossible for her. Alarm shot through her as the tom jumped from the tree-- perhaps he had decided to jump, and save her the trouble of killing him?-- and then landed in front of her, taller by quite a bit. She was small, and at that moment she had never hated her size more."Because you hurt my sister, and nobody hurts Alabasterpaw." She snapped, feeling very much tempted to lash her tail across his smug features. Though that wouldn't do any good. She could blind him...but that wouldn't do her much good either, he'd probably go stumbling over the edge of the plateau and then she would be in real trouble. Or whoever missed him would just think he was plain stupid, which worked for her too. Either way she would win. "You're right, I really don't care. As for my sister being stunning-- that's hardly a surprise, it's what everyone thinks, so if you were rude for that reason--" She stopped when she realized what he had said at the end of his sentence. Ok-ay...she thought, trying to hide her surprise, although she wasn't doing too good of a job with it. But his next statement once again proved the stupidity and infuriating nature of a tom, and her hues hardened once again. "Please do. At least you won't be going around hurting cats like they're nothing. And don't you dare say that's what Alabasterpaw does, because I already know and I don't like it at all, but at least I have the decency not to snap at her." She snarled, her hues flashing with mixed emotions as she did so.

Azulpaw let out a groan in frustration, and he swiveled his head to stare at the she-cat. He didn't know what to say for a while. He did note that she was highly protective of the attractive feline. And, if Azulpaw wasn't angered at Bluepaw at that moment, he would had been nice. He would had been kind--a genuine type of kindness to the two she-cats that approached them earlier. Azulpaw was guarded. He lashed his tail out, ''Whatever you say, princess.'' He looked back into the water. ''I don't understand why you protect her if she clearly look like a she-cat that...''He trailed off. He didn't want to continue his thoughts. He didn't want Asterpaw to know anything about what he was thinking. Besides, it seemed as if he upset her already. He laughed at her threat from earlier. ''Accidentally you say?'' He snickered. ''Oh please, it would blessing for it to happen. I don't have time to be around bold she-cats who are puny in size, and all mew but no fight.'' He got up and trotted back towards her, and walking past her back to the tree. He unsheathed his claws, as he was ready to climb back up it. He gave her a smirk, ''I'm going back up if it makes you any happier...perhaps you can live up to that threat.'' He sinked his claws into the tree bark and swiftly climbed up to the tallest branch, wrapping his tail around it firmly. ''And, if you do decide to accidentally knock me out this tree. At least attend my funeral. It would be worth my while.'' He replied with utmost sarcasm.

Bluepaw swished his tail, excitedly. His eyes focused on the she-cat in front of them, but his ears were interested as to what was Azulpaw and...what was her name?...talking about. He wondered if they were getting along. He wondered if Azulpaw was being nice and apologizing for the rude response upon meeting them for the first time. He tried to pay attention to Alabasterpaw, his interests piped up quickly. His thoughts were so consumed about the future. What if they became mates? What if they had kits? What would they name them? How many would there be? He wanted to hop around on his paws in an excited manner, but he didn't want to creep out the female in front of him. He found himself leaning into her once again. Why was she playing this game with him!? Or, did she truly have interest in him as he did with her. Upon first meeting, she was deliberately in his thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking about her. ''Toms don't like you?'' He asked, offended. ''That's stupid! It's their problem if they can't appreciate the beauty that walks by.'' His voice held sincerity, not the normal voice he use to flirt with other females. ''I don't think you have bad intentions, but then again, I don't really know you that well. I don't mind getting to know you..at all.'' He smiled shyly, and looked towards his paws.
Bluepaw looked back up at her with his ears perked. Did he hear that correctly? Did she just call him handsome? He let out a light laugh, ''You call me bold, huh? It's as if flirting is in your nature.'' He edged closer to her.

Azulpaw settled in the tree, and once again found his eyes wavering over to the female below. ''By the way, how dare you do not expect me to protect my best friend as you are doing for your sister--or whoever she is to you.'' He laid down, his paws tucked under him. He knew it was a clean threat--something weak because if it did happen that she attacked him, he wouldn't know how to respond to that. So, he used his attitude. And, if she didn't like it, he couldn't care less. He was irritated at her presence, and wondered why she even stayed long. He narrowed his eyes down at her, ''You would have to kill me first before you let that horrid sister of yours break my best friend's heart.'' He was pretty serious with that. He also knew he had to train if he wanted to be quick in action. He stared into her eyes and awaited for her next snappy remark. He knew it was bound to happen anyway. ''Why don't you run along and make yourself useful to the clan instead of chatting with a,'' He shivered, insulting himself. ''...useless cat.'' And, he turned his eyes, appreciating the pretty color of the sky.

lone

March 8th, 2017, 10:54 AM

Azulpaw let out a groan in frustration, and he swiveled his head to stare at the she-cat. He didn't know what to say for a while. He did note that she was highly protective of the attractive feline. And, if Azulpaw wasn't angered at Bluepaw at that moment, he would had been nice. He would had been kind--a genuine type of kindness to the two she-cats that approached them earlier. Azulpaw was guarded. He lashed his tail out, ''Whatever you say, princess.'' He looked back into the water. ''I don't understand why you protect her if she clearly look like a she-cat that...''He trailed off. He didn't want to continue his thoughts. He didn't want Asterpaw to know anything about what he was thinking. Besides, it seemed as if he upset her already. He laughed at her threat from earlier. ''Accidentally you say?'' He snickered. ''Oh please, it would blessing for it to happen. I don't have time to be around bold she-cats who are puny in size, and all mew but no fight.'' He got up and trotted back towards her, and walking past her back to the tree. He unsheathed his claws, as he was ready to climb back up it. He gave her a smirk, ''I'm going back up if it makes you any happier...perhaps you can live up to that threat.'' He sunk his claws into the tree bark and swiftly climbed up to the tallest branch, wrapping his tail around it firmly. ''And, if you do decide to accidentally knock me out this tree. At least attend my funeral. It would be worth my while.'' He replied with utmost sarcasm.

Bluepaw swished his tail, excitedly. His eyes focused on the she-cat in front of them, but his ears were interested as to what was Azulpaw and...what was her name?...talking about. He wondered if they were getting along. He wondered if Azulpaw was being nice and apologizing for the rude response upon meeting them for the first time. He tried to pay attention to Alabasterpaw, his interests piped up quickly. His thoughts were so consumed about the future. What if they became mates? What if they had kits? What would they name them? How many would there be? He wanted to hop around on his paws in an excited manner, but he didn't want to creep out the female in front of him. He found himself leaning into her once again. Why was she playing this game with him!? Or, did she truly have interest in him as he did with her. Upon first meeting, she was deliberately in his thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking about her. ''Toms don't like you?'' He asked, offended. ''That's stupid! It's their problem if they can't appreciate the beauty that walks by.'' His voice held sincerity, not the normal voice he use to flirt with other females. ''I don't think you have bad intentions, but then again, I don't really know you that well. I don't mind getting to know you..at all.'' He smiled shyly, and looked towards his paws.
Bluepaw looked back up at her with his ears perked. Did he hear that correctly? Did she just call him handsome? He let out a light laugh, ''You call me bold, huh? It's as if flirting is in your nature.'' He edged closer to her.

Azulpaw settled in the tree, and once again found his eyes wavering over to the female below. ''By the way, how dare you do not expect me to protect my best friend as you are doing for your sister--or whoever she is to you.'' He laid down, his paws tucked under him. He knew it was a clean threat--something weak because if it did happen that she attacked him, he wouldn't know how to respond to that. So, he used his attitude. And, if she didn't like it, he couldn't care less. He was irritated at her presence, and wondered why she even stayed long. He narrowed his eyes down at her, ''You would have to kill me first before you let that horrid sister of yours break my best friend's heart.'' He was pretty serious with that. He also knew he had to train if he wanted to be quick in action. He stared into her eyes and awaited for her next snappy remark. He knew it was bound to happen anyway. ''Why don't you run along and make yourself useful to the clan instead of chatting with a,'' He shivered, insulting himself. ''...useless cat.'' And, he turned his eyes, appreciating the pretty color of the sky.

An angry snarl emitted from the she cat's maw. She was furious with the tom. Why did he have to act like such a jerk? And a know-it-all? Did he not realize that he had hurt her sister? Or did he realize it, and was just too stubborn and conceited to admit it or even act like he cared? He probably didn't. Asterpaw wouldn't put it past him, he seemed so stuck up and lost in his own thoughts about how special he was that he couldn't handle anything else but that. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth, back and forth until it appeared that it had resonated into a pattern of anger.
She was still furious, but as she listened to him her anger faded for a moment and then grew. Really? Princess? She thought, rolling her eyes before she unsheathed her claws. "I care her because she's my sister. And clearly you don't care too much about your friend, or you would be down there protecting him from my flirty sister's control, before he's too far under her stupid spell." She snapped. She didn't agree with what her sister did; why didn't he understand that! Maybe she was so angry because she wanted the tom to understand she wasn't a bad cat so badly. Or maybe it was the fact that he wasn't down there, by his friend's side, helping him.
Either way, Asterpaw wasn't going to be thrilled with the tom for a long, long time. Perhaps never. She wasn't quite sure. At his next words, another snarl of anger and frustration came and she glanced up at the sky for a moment, watching a bird fly by. That bird was as free as she wished she were. If she could have been anything else, she would wish to be a bird...they were so beautiful. And perfect. And they made Asterpaw happy. A moment later her hues softened and she laughed, a light, airy laugh that sounded almost exactly like her half-sister's... though the intentions were not the same. "Me? Attend a funeral? No, I imagine the only cat there will be your friend and perhaps my sister." She snapped, before turning her back on him with an air of a cat who was done.

Alabasterpaw, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. This was great. Amazing. Splendid. Things rarely went according to plan for her and yet, here she was with this tom, and everything was going exactly the way she had imagined it. She might as well have played this conversation out in her head, it was going so well. Oh, she was so happy she could have danced for joy...but she wouldn't. That just might scare the tom away, which was not the young she cat's goal. Then again, what could scare a tom away from her? Nothing that she had yet encountered. No one could take a tom away from her-- though she had yet to meet a tom she couldn't steal from someone else. And although that was bad, it was in her nature...she couldn't help it.
Telling Alabasterpaw to stop flirting and messing around was like telling the sun not to come up in the morning. Like telling a bird not to fly. Like telling cats not to hunt, or monsters not to run on the Thunderpath. It was something you would never, ever do. A grin spread across the she cat's maw at his next words, and her own hues opened in surprise as he continued. "Well, to be fair, some of them are already...in love. But I can normally get over that pretty quickly, and they all come around. They always do. As long as I keep my interest in them," She shrugged with a swift, slight movement that was so quick, it seemed as though she hadn't moved at all. Although the she cat was extraordinarily beautiful, and had grace and elegance to match her beauty, she was not to be messed with; she would hurt a cat if she needed to.
And she would definitely hurt a cat who messed with her dear sister, though Asterpaw would be more likely to hurt that cat first. "I don't mind getting to know you either. I say we grab my dear sister and your little friend and all go for a walk, getting to know each other. Shall we?" She asked, glancing at the tom with her hues as wide as they could possibly go. Her mock innocence could be considered offensive, but she looked quite pretty while doing it...almost as though there was nothing in her way, like she were the only cat around. A sweet smile spread across her maw at his next words, and her hues went back to their original, young state. "Oh, but of course it is! If I couldn't flirt, why...I'd probably end up dying," Alabasterpaw looked pitiful for a moment before her elegance came back. That had been a bit dramatic, but drama was also one of the white she cat's talents-- drama, elegance, grace, and flirting were definitely her stronger points.

The blue she cat glanced up in the tree and her hues narrowed. She didn't really like climbing, but she was very tempted to shove him of that tree as she had threatened. "You're not really protecting him, are you?" She asked, glancing over towards where her sister was still flirting with the tom. The she cat dug her claws into the bark of the tree, scaling it easily, although she was frustrated with his annoying nature. He was one of the most annoying cats she had ever had the misfortune to come across, and she wouldn't have felt bad had she never seen him again.
But first thing's first. She thought, as she reached the branch that the tom was on. "For one thing, she's not horrid. And for another...that could be easily arranged." She snapped, her voice soft and dangerous as she nudged him lightly. She didn't actually want him to fall, per se-- but perhaps a little shock, or fright wouldn't have been too bad. She could have lived with him at least slipping the tiniest bit. Death might be too extravagant for this obnoxious younger feline.
At least, she thought he was younger. She wasn't quite sure. "Whoever said you were useless?" She asked, turning her own hues upwards and edging away carefully, just in case he had the brilliant idea of trying to push her off. She could always jump. That'd be a fall to remember.

Brilliance

March 8th, 2017, 12:38 PM

An angry snarl emitted from the she cat's maw. She was furious with the tom. Why did he have to act like such a jerk? And a know-it-all? Did he not realize that he had hurt her sister? Or did he realize it, and was just too stubborn and conceited to admit it or even act like he cared? He probably didn't. Asterpaw wouldn't put it past him, he seemed so stuck up and lost in his own thoughts about how special he was that he couldn't handle anything else but that. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth, back and forth until it appeared that it had resonated into a pattern of anger.
She was still furious, but as she listened to him her anger faded for a moment and then grew. Really? Princess? She thought, rolling her eyes before she unsheathed her claws. "I care her because she's my sister. And clearly you don't care too much about your friend, or you would be down there protecting him from my flirty sister's control, before he's too far under her stupid spell." She snapped. She didn't agree with what her sister did; why didn't he understand that! Maybe she was so angry because she wanted the tom to understand she wasn't a bad cat so badly. Or maybe it was the fact that he wasn't down there, by his friend's side, helping him.
Either way, Asterpaw wasn't going to be thrilled with the tom for a long, long time. Perhaps never. She wasn't quite sure. At his next words, another snarl of anger and frustration came and she glanced up at the sky for a moment, watching a bird fly by. That bird was as free as she wished she were. If she could have been anything else, she would wish to be a bird...they were so beautiful. And perfect. And they made Asterpaw happy. A moment later her hues softened and she laughed, a light, airy laugh that sounded almost exactly like her half-sister's... though the intentions were not the same. "Me? Attend a funeral? No, I imagine the only cat there will be your friend and perhaps my sister." She snapped, before turning her back on him with an air of a cat who was done.

Alabasterpaw, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. This was great. Amazing. Splendid. Things rarely went according to plan for her and yet, here she was with this tom, and everything was going exactly the way she had imagined it. She might as well have played this conversation out in her head, it was going so well. Oh, she was so happy she could have danced for joy...but she wouldn't. That just might scare the tom away, which was not the young she cat's goal. Then again, what could scare a tom away from her? Nothing that she had yet encountered. No one could take a tom away from her-- though she had yet to meet a tom she couldn't steal from someone else. And although that was bad, it was in her nature...she couldn't help it.
Telling Alabasterpaw to stop flirting and messing around was like telling the sun not to come up in the morning. Like telling a bird not to fly. Like telling cats not to hunt, or monsters not to run on the Thunderpath. It was something you would never, ever do. A grin spread across the she cat's maw at his next words, and her own hues opened in surprise as he continued. "Well, to be fair, some of them are already...in love. But I can normally get over that pretty quickly, and they all come around. They always do. As long as I keep my interest in them," She shrugged with a swift, slight movement that was so quick, it seemed as though she hadn't moved at all. Although the she cat was extraordinarily beautiful, and had grace and elegance to match her beauty, she was not to be messed with; she would hurt a cat if she needed to.
And she would definitely hurt a cat who messed with her dear sister, though Asterpaw would be more likely to hurt that cat first. "I don't mind getting to know you either. I say we grab my dear sister and your little friend and all go for a walk, getting to know each other. Shall we?" She asked, glancing at the tom with her hues as wide as they could possibly go. Her mock innocence could be considered offensive, but she looked quite pretty while doing it...almost as though there was nothing in her way, like she were the only cat around. A sweet smile spread across her maw at his next words, and her hues went back to their original, young state. "Oh, but of course it is! If I couldn't flirt, why...I'd probably end up dying," Alabasterpaw looked pitiful for a moment before her elegance came back. That had been a bit dramatic, but drama was also one of the white she cat's talents-- drama, elegance, grace, and flirting were definitely her stronger points.

The blue she cat glanced up in the tree and her hues narrowed. She didn't really like climbing, but she was very tempted to shove him of that tree as she had threatened. "You're not really protecting him, are you?" She asked, glancing over towards where her sister was still flirting with the tom. The she cat dug her claws into the bark of the tree, scaling it easily, although she was frustrated with his annoying nature. He was one of the most annoying cats she had ever had the misfortune to come across, and she wouldn't have felt bad had she never seen him again.
But first thing's first. She thought, as she reached the branch that the tom was on. "For one thing, she's not horrid. And for another...that could be easily arranged." She snapped, her voice soft and dangerous as she nudged him lightly. She didn't actually want him to fall, per se-- but perhaps a little shock, or fright wouldn't have been too bad. She could have lived with him at least slipping the tiniest bit. Death might be too extravagant for this obnoxious younger feline.
At least, she thought he was younger. She wasn't quite sure. "Whoever said you were useless?" She asked, turning her own hues upwards and edging away carefully, just in case he had the brilliant idea of trying to push her off. She could always jump. That'd be a fall to remember.

Azulpaw looked down at the she-cat. Furious with himself, and definitely furious with her. He didn't let this show, as he glanced at the sky. He flicked his ears towards her next words, emitting out another roll of his eyes. He cleared his throat. ''I can say the same for you,'' He paused. ''Your sister doesn't seem to idiotic. She looks like she knows what she is doing.'' From the tree, he took a quick glance at the other two a few ways from them. He focused his attention on Alabasterpaw, watching her every move. And, he could see Bluepaw falling for it heavily. Azulpaw shook his head, and brought his attention back to the oh-so-lovely blue she-cat below him. ''Whereas, my best friend--Bluepaw is extremely naive. Even if I did go over there and warn him--which I do all the time-- he pays no heed to me. It's like communicating through a tunnel. Only one end is closed!'' Azulpaw unsheathed his claws, and started delicately piercing through the branch. ''And, if you only care about your sister...what about the cats she's hurting? What you going to do about that, or does it go over your head like everything else most likely?'' He could tell that the she-cat was smart. Not that he would let her on that comment. He didn't pay much heed to her, and found her presence a bother to him. Why is she still here?
When Azulpaw heard her laughter, he darted his eyes at her, wondering what was so funny. He narrowed them, wanting to hiss. ''What? Me dying is the highlight of your day?'' It was quite hurting that the she-cat would laugh at such a thing. It was quite nerving that he was paranoid that she was laughing at him. He flattened his ears and looked away.

Bluepaw held a smile on his maw as he was greatly endeared by the she-cat in front of him. He was fascinated by her every move, her every word, and her...everything. Though he always got distracted when he seen a pretty she-cat, but this she-cat. She was different. Aside from the fact that she was actually conversing with him. She looked interested in him. ''I-I-I wouldn't blame them for falling in love,'' He said, slyly. ''I mean...you are someone to fall in love with every time the eyes meet.'' with that said, he cocked his head to the side to furthermore analyze Alabasterpaw. However, when she continued, his eyes flashed for a moment. He was quite confused as to what she was admitting to. Was it all just a play on feelings with her? He didn't want to feel dejected, so he clouded the thoughts away, but had no comment to answer her. He had to keep reminding himself that she could have any tom she wanted...yet she was here with him. Oh, Starclan why me! What if something bad happens! What if Azulpaw was right!? No. He won't be. Bluepaw took another glance at Alabaster and he nodded, ''I think a walk will do us all some good,'' He stretched full length, flexing his slight muscles. ''Perhaps, Azulpaw will loosen up, and be more...friendly.'' He shrugged lightly. He gulped. At least that's what he hoped. Azulpaw always kept his guard up--no matter what cat, no the matter the age, no matter the gender-- it took a long time before Azulpaw even considered Silverpaw a friend. Bluepaw constantly had to bring his friend to kindness lessons, but Azulpaw never listened. Bluepaw never understood why. Azulpaw was impatient, he was so guarded as if he had been hurt before. Bluepaw knew that Azulpaw never really talked to she-cats before, so what could have his dark grey friend so hurt?
Bluepaw decided he would talk to his friend later. And, while out on this walk, he will set him straight in case Azulpaw steps out of line...which was bound to happen. But staring into the pretty orbs of the feline across from him made all his worries go away, and he felt like she would be able to make him do anything to her heart's content.

Azulpaw was greatly displeased that the she-cat followed him up the tree. He stopped clawing at the branch and stared into her eyes. ''Oh well, looks like I done a bad job,'' He muttered. ''I didn't get rid of you.'' He turned his head once, and sat up on the branch, so he appeared at full height next to the feline. ''And, I do protect with all the energy I can...I protect him with words.'' For now, and I'll protect him more once I get my battle skills together. ''I will always protect him. Like I protect all the ones I care about.'' He looked the female up and down, as an attempt to check her out. When she hit him with her paw, he almost slipped, but unsheathed his claws to hang onto the branch. He hissed at her, ''I bet you would like to see me dead.'' He turned away from her, and stared at the ground. He turned back to her, smirking. ''Then again, I can certainly make your wish come true.'' And, he dared himself to let go, but then she uttered another question before he even had the chance. Not that he wanted to do anything of the sort, anyway.
Azulpaw rolled his eyes. ''Why are you so curious about that?'' He snapped. He didn't know why he said it. Kinda just slipped, but he knew he was useless at the moment. He couldn't protect his friend from falling under the other feline's words. That was the only thing Azulpaw could use to protect Bluepaw. Words. Yet words were never enough. His friend would bicker back at him. Especially if it was about a female, so Azulpaw never paid any heed to it. Even though he wanted to. He never been hurt. And, he never wanted to be. He do remember his mother being hurt after his dad left her. She was emotionally scarred, and she left him here because he reminded her of the cursed piece of riffraff. So, Azulpaw grew guarded. He didn't want to make the same mistake as his mother. Getting emotionally attached to anyone, but he did. With Bluepaw. Not so much in an romantic way, but more of a brotherly fondness. And, that was enough for the dark grey tom. He knew it would be even worse if it were a female that he was attached to. ''Saves me a broken heart.'' He blurted, and widened his eyes. He quickly covered it up by adding, ''I say that I'm useless. And, that's all the opinion that matters.''

lone

March 9th, 2017, 10:46 AM

Azulpaw looked down at the she-cat. Furious with himself, and definitely furious with her. He didn't let this show, as he glanced at the sky. He flicked his ears towards her next words, emitting out another roll of his eyes. He cleared his throat. ''I can say the same for you,'' He paused. ''Your sister doesn't seem to idiotic. She looks like she knows what she is doing.'' From the tree, he took a quick glance at the other two a few ways from them. He focused his attention on Alabasterpaw, watching her every move. And, he could see Bluepaw falling for it heavily. Azulpaw shook his head, and brought his attention back to the oh-so-lovely blue she-cat below him. ''Whereas, my best friend--Bluepaw is extremely naive. Even if I did go over there and warn him--which I do all the time-- he pays no heed to me. It's like communicating through a tunnel. Only one end is closed!'' Azulpaw unsheathed his claws, and started delicately piercing through the branch. ''And, if you only care about your sister...what about the cats she's hurting? What you going to do about that, or does it go over your head like everything else most likely?'' He could tell that the she-cat was smart. Not that he would let her on that comment. He didn't pay much heed to her, and found her presence a bother to him. Why is she still here?
When Azulpaw heard her laughter, he darted his eyes at her, wondering what was so funny. He narrowed them, wanting to hiss. ''What? Me dying is the highlight of your day?'' It was quite hurting that the she-cat would laugh at such a thing. It was quite nerving that he was paranoid that she was laughing at him. He flattened his ears and looked away.

Bluepaw held a smile on his maw as he was greatly endeared by the she-cat in front of him. He was fascinated by her every move, her every word, and her...everything. Though he always got distracted when he seen a pretty she-cat, but this she-cat. She was different. Aside from the fact that she was actually conversing with him. She looked interested in him. ''I-I-I wouldn't blame them for falling in love,'' He said, slyly. ''I mean...you are someone to fall in love with every time the eyes meet.'' with that said, he cocked his head to the side to furthermore analyze Alabasterpaw. However, when she continued, his eyes flashed for a moment. He was quite confused as to what she was admitting to. Was it all just a play on feelings with her? He didn't want to feel dejected, so he clouded the thoughts away, but had no comment to answer her. He had to keep reminding himself that she could have any tom she wanted...yet she was here with him. Oh, Starclan why me! What if something bad happens! What if Azulpaw was right!? No. He won't be. Bluepaw took another glance at Alabaster and he nodded, ''I think a walk will do us all some good,'' He stretched full length, flexing his slight muscles. ''Perhaps, Azulpaw will loosen up, and be more...friendly.'' He shrugged lightly. He gulped. At least that's what he hoped. Azulpaw always kept his guard up--no matter what cat, no the matter the age, no matter the gender-- it took a long time before Azulpaw even considered Silverpaw a friend. Bluepaw constantly had to bring his friend to kindness lessons, but Azulpaw never listened. Bluepaw never understood why. Azulpaw was impatient, he was so guarded as if he had been hurt before. Bluepaw knew that Azulpaw never really talked to she-cats before, so what could have his dark grey friend so hurt?
Bluepaw decided he would talk to his friend later. And, while out on this walk, he will set him straight in case Azulpaw steps out of line...which was bound to happen. But staring into the pretty orbs of the feline across from him made all his worries go away, and he felt like she would be able to make him do anything to her heart's content.

Azulpaw was greatly displeased that the she-cat followed him up the tree. He stopped clawing at the branch and stared into her eyes. ''Oh well, looks like I done a bad job,'' He muttered. ''I didn't get rid of you.'' He turned his head once, and sat up on the branch, so he appeared at full height next to the feline. ''And, I do protect with all the energy I can...I protect him with words.'' For now, and I'll protect him more once I get my battle skills together. ''I will always protect him. Like I protect all the ones I care about.'' He looked the female up and down, as an attempt to check her out. When she hit him with her paw, he almost slipped, but unsheathed his claws to hang onto the branch. He hissed at her, ''I bet you would like to see me dead.'' He turned away from her, and stared at the ground. He turned back to her, smirking. ''Then again, I can certainly make your wish come true.'' And, he dared himself to let go, but then she uttered another question before he even had the chance. Not that he wanted to do anything of the sort, anyway.
Azulpaw rolled his eyes. ''Why are you so curious about that?'' He snapped. He didn't know why he said it. Kinda just slipped, but he knew he was useless at the moment. He couldn't protect his friend from falling under the other feline's words. That was the only thing Azulpaw could use to protect Bluepaw. Words. Yet words were never enough. His friend would bicker back at him. Especially if it was about a female, so Azulpaw never paid any heed to it. Even though he wanted to. He never been hurt. And, he never wanted to be. He do remember his mother being hurt after his dad left her. She was emotionally scarred, and she left him here because he reminded her of the cursed piece of riffraff. So, Azulpaw grew guarded. He didn't want to make the same mistake as his mother. Getting emotionally attached to anyone, but he did. With Bluepaw. Not so much in an romantic way, but more of a brotherly fondness. And, that was enough for the dark grey tom. He knew it would be even worse if it were a female that he was attached to. ''Saves me a broken heart.'' He blurted, and widened his eyes. He quickly covered it up by adding, ''I say that I'm useless. And, that's all the opinion that matters.''

"She does. She always...does. It's not easy dealing with her, y'know...I mean, she gets me into all sorts of trouble. And then I'm left to pick up the pieces. Like I will be when she decides your friend isn't interesting anymore." Asterpaw mewed, glancing in another direction entirely. The sky was so beautiful. It reminded her of the blue of her sister's eyes, though much prettier...she supposed that was why toms liked her sister so much. While she looked completely-- average. Average was the perfect word to describe Asterpaw, and she didn't mind it...not really. To be average was a sort of, well...what most cats were, which made Asterpaw feel better. She didn't mind that her sister was ten times prettier then her, and acted as though she owned the world. What did it matter to her? As long as she stayed out of the way, she was fine.
And Alabasterpaw wasn't a bad cat. Not really. At the tom's next words, she hid a smile. "Then you've got to make him listen to you. Don't try reverse psychology-- do that, and things get about ten times worse. But you have to make him understand...if not now, later. Perhaps after my sister's done doing her little routine would be a good time." The blue she cat glanced over towards the two as though she knew exactly how long it would be. To her surprise, the white she cat looked...interested. Well, that was a look that rarely crossed her friend's features, and she was stunned. Surprised. She couldn't believe it. H-how...w-where...she thought, but she was careful not to say anything out loud. How was this happening? Alabasterpaw was never interested in a tom for more then, well...about five seconds. Possibly less, but that was debatable. The feline swallowed, a nervous purr beginning to emit from her throat and chest as she wondered what was going on. If the she cat got too attached; things could get worse.
This had happened once before while they were very young. "I help them after she ditches them. Of course, they're suspicious of my intentions; since my sister has the brilliant idea to introduce me along with herself. And then shoves me to the side until she's done. Her interest starts fading after a few minutes of conversation, and that's when her really strong flirting begins. It's quite a show." Asterpaw sat against the tree, wrapping her tail around her paws and licking her maw as she watched the cats interacting. At his next words, a coy smile came over her features and she shrugged, her expression going back to a more serious one as always.

For a moment, Alabasterpaw looked guilty-- incredibly guilty. As though she had done something so wrong she could never be forgiven. And she knew what she was doing was, in many ways, wrong. But she couldn't help it! The thrill that she got was too great, too grand, for her to want to stop. She loved it. And she was absolutely, positively, completely sure that someday, maybe...just maybe...things were going to be way, way different. Things were going to be better, in a manner. But his words hurt...like, physically hurt her. And she didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to fix this. What had she gotten herself into now, something that was so deep and big that she couldn't work it out? Asterpaw will fix it. After I leave him, she'll be able to work it out perfectly. The she cat thought confidently, raising her head so that she looked almost royal in her appearance, a smile showing on her maw and confidence in her hues.
"Thank you. You're very sweet," Alabasterpaw mewed with the smallest of smiles, the expression in her hues going from friendly to nervous in a matter of moments, but it was only for a second before it flickered back. Almost as though it were resetting itself. And perhaps, that was her goal-- to get her mental state to reset, and everything else. Why, oh why did things always have to be so complicated? Confusing? And altogether just plain obnoxious. Life was confusing her, toying with her, wasn't it? That was what was going on. Something was seriously wrong and life was shoving it in her face. But why? What had she done to deserve that...what had she done to make things so confusing for her? Maybe this was life's way of telling her to stop. Stop flirting, stop being such a diva, and-- in her sister's words-- to be herself.
But this is myself! She thought in a complaining tone, before Bluepaw's comment brought her back to the present and she glanced over towards where her sister and the other tom were in the tree. Huh. Ast hates climbing, Looks like she takes after me after all, chasing those toms. You go, girl! She thought, cheering her sister on mentally. She knew that if she were to say something like that out loud, Asterpaw might lose her balance and fall-- which she looked as though she were going to jump anyway, and an expression of fear came into the apprentice's eyes. What if the she cat did jump? How badly would she be hurt? "Asterpaw! And...whatever your name is, we're going on a walk!" She called, as though she were a Mother talking to kits.

"I'm going to assume what you meant was 'I'm so happy to see you, Asterpaw, and absolutely thrilled that you hate climbing but took the risk to come all the way up here to see me,'" The she cat mewed with a smirk on her maw as she dug her claws into the branch in frustration. She was careful not to allow this frustration to show too clearly; that could spell trouble for her. Instead, she went about her way, stepping closer to the tom before backing up slightly. She didn't pay much attention to his next words, but eventually pieced them together and realized the overall gist of what he was saying. "And how's that going for you? I know from what you've told me that it's going wonderfully and that he always listens to everything you say." She mewed sarcastically, the tip of her tail flicking in an irritated manner.
She wasn't quite sure why she was bothering with this tom. Perhaps it was the fact that he had-- well-- insulted her sister, and perhaps was still thinking dark thoughts against her. Asterpaw didn't like that at all. She hated the thought that this tom might have something against her sister, one of her best friends...but what could she do about it? He would just love it if she shunned him, so she was bothering him in order to get her payback. "I wouldn't mind it. It'd be an awful lot of work covering up, but then again, if you could make my wish come true I suppose it'd be worth my while." She shrugged, speaking in a casual tone as though talking about something else.
She often did that. It was confusing, sometimes, what she was thinking about...but then again, there were times when she was quite a sweet cat. It all depended on her mood that day, and what she was thinking. It always depended on that. "You brought it up. I simply have an inquisitive nature." She answered quickly, with a shrug as though it were no big deal. And perhaps to her, it really wasn't. What was the definition of a 'big deal' anyways? Did she really care what other cats thought? Well...sort of, yes. Actually quite a bit. But she was careful not to allow that to interfere with her snappy comebacks...just in case. A broken...what? She thought, cocking her head to the side as she listened to his words. A broken heart. It saved him a broken heart? That couldn't go very well. "Well, that's your opinion and I guess you're entitled to it." She mewed. She wasn't going to sugarcoat it and tell him 'no, of course you aren't useless' 'you're perfect the way you are' 'don't ever stop trying' and other stupid little things like that. They didn't make any sense to her, anyways. She heard her sister's voice carrying across the plateau and inwardly rolled her eyes, a sigh emitting from the she cat's maw. "Coming, Alli!" She called back, eyeing the distance from the tree branch to the ground as though thinking she could make it. And then, with one swift movement, she leaped down, allowing herself to fall before she landed on the ground neatly.

Brilliance

March 9th, 2017, 11:46 AM

"She does. She always...does. It's not easy dealing with her, y'know...I mean, she gets me into all sorts of trouble. And then I'm left to pick up the pieces. Like I will be when she decides your friend isn't interesting anymore." Asterpaw mewed, glancing in another direction entirely. The sky was so beautiful. It reminded her of the blue of her sister's eyes, though much prettier...she supposed that was why toms liked her sister so much. While she looked completely-- average. Average was the perfect word to describe Asterpaw, and she didn't mind it...not really. To be average was a sort of, well...what most cats were, which made Asterpaw feel better. She didn't mind that her sister was ten times prettier then her, and acted as though she owned the world. What did it matter to her? As long as she stayed out of the way, she was fine.
And Alabasterpaw wasn't a bad cat. Not really. At the tom's next words, she hid a smile. "Then you've got to make him listen to you. Don't try reverse psychology-- do that, and things get about ten times worse. But you have to make him understand...if not now, later. Perhaps after my sister's done doing her little routine would be a good time." The blue she cat glanced over towards the two as though she knew exactly how long it would be. To her surprise, the white she cat looked...interested. Well, that was a look that rarely crossed her friend's features, and she was stunned. Surprised. She couldn't believe it. H-how...w-where...she thought, but she was careful not to say anything out loud. How was this happening? Alabasterpaw was never interested in a tom for more then, well...about five seconds. Possibly less, but that was debatable. The feline swallowed, a nervous purr beginning to emit from her throat and chest as she wondered what was going on. If the she cat got too attached; things could get worse.
This had happened once before while they were very young. "I help them after she ditches them. Of course, they're suspicious of my intentions; since my sister has the brilliant idea to introduce me along with herself. And then shoves me to the side until she's done. Her interest starts fading after a few minutes of conversation, and that's when her really strong flirting begins. It's quite a show." Asterpaw sat against the tree, wrapping her tail around her paws and licking her maw as she watched the cats interacting. At his next words, a coy smile came over her features and she shrugged, her expression going back to a more serious one as always.

For a moment, Alabasterpaw looked guilty-- incredibly guilty. As though she had done something so wrong she could never be forgiven. And she knew what she was doing was, in many ways, wrong. But she couldn't help it! The thrill that she got was too great, too grand, for her to want to stop. She loved it. And she was absolutely, positively, completely sure that someday, maybe...just maybe...things were going to be way, way different. Things were going to be better, in a manner. But his words hurt...like, physically hurt her. And she didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to fix this. What had she gotten herself into now, something that was so deep and big that she couldn't work it out? Asterpaw will fix it. After I leave him, she'll be able to work it out perfectly. The she cat thought confidently, raising her head so that she looked almost royal in her appearance, a smile showing on her maw and confidence in her hues.
"Thank you. You're very sweet," Alabasterpaw mewed with the smallest of smiles, the expression in her hues going from friendly to nervous in a matter of moments, but it was only for a second before it flickered back. Almost as though it were resetting itself. And perhaps, that was her goal-- to get her mental state to reset, and everything else. Why, oh why did things always have to be so complicated? Confusing? And altogether just plain obnoxious. Life was confusing her, toying with her, wasn't it? That was what was going on. Something was seriously wrong and life was shoving it in her face. But why? What had she done to deserve that...what had she done to make things so confusing for her? Maybe this was life's way of telling her to stop. Stop flirting, stop being such a diva, and-- in her sister's words-- to be herself.
But this is myself! She thought in a complaining tone, before Bluepaw's comment brought her back to the present and she glanced over towards where her sister and the other tom were in the tree. Huh. Ast hates climbing, Looks like she takes after me after all, chasing those toms. You go, girl! She thought, cheering her sister on mentally. She knew that if she were to say something like that out loud, Asterpaw might lose her balance and fall-- which she looked as though she were going to jump anyway, and an expression of fear came into the apprentice's eyes. What if the she cat did jump? How badly would she be hurt? "Asterpaw! And...whatever your name is, we're going on a walk!" She called, as though she were a Mother talking to kits.

"I'm going to assume what you meant was 'I'm so happy to see you, Asterpaw, and absolutely thrilled that you hate climbing but took the risk to come all the way up here to see me,'" The she cat mewed with a smirk on her maw as she dug her claws into the branch in frustration. She was careful not to allow this frustration to show too clearly; that could spell trouble for her. Instead, she went about her way, stepping closer to the tom before backing up slightly. She didn't pay much attention to his next words, but eventually pieced them together and realized the overall gist of what he was saying. "And how's that going for you? I know from what you've told me that it's going wonderfully and that he always listens to everything you say." She mewed sarcastically, the tip of her tail flicking in an irritated manner.
She wasn't quite sure why she was bothering with this tom. Perhaps it was the fact that he had-- well-- insulted her sister, and perhaps was still thinking dark thoughts against her. Asterpaw didn't like that at all. She hated the thought that this tom might have something against her sister, one of her best friends...but what could she do about it? He would just love it if she shunned him, so she was bothering him in order to get her payback. "I wouldn't mind it. It'd be an awful lot of work covering up, but then again, if you could make my wish come true I suppose it'd be worth my while." She shrugged, speaking in a casual tone as though talking about something else.
She often did that. It was confusing, sometimes, what she was thinking about...but then again, there were times when she was quite a sweet cat. It all depended on her mood that day, and what she was thinking. It always depended on that. "You brought it up. I simply have an inquisitive nature." She answered quickly, with a shrug as though it were no big deal. And perhaps to her, it really wasn't. What was the definition of a 'big deal' anyways? Did she really care what other cats thought? Well...sort of, yes. Actually quite a bit. But she was careful not to allow that to interfere with her snappy comebacks...just in case. A broken...what? She thought, cocking her head to the side as she listened to his words. A broken heart. It saved him a broken heart? That couldn't go very well. "Well, that's your opinion and I guess you're entitled to it." She mewed. She wasn't going to sugarcoat it and tell him 'no, of course you aren't useless' 'you're perfect the way you are' 'don't ever stop trying' and other stupid little things like that. They didn't make any sense to her, anyways. She heard her sister's voice carrying across the plateau and inwardly rolled her eyes, a sigh emitting from the she cat's maw. "Coming, Alli!" She called back, eyeing the distance from the tree branch to the ground as though thinking she could make it. And then, with one swift movement, she leaped down, allowing herself to fall before she landed on the ground neatly.

Azulpaw looked at the female as he watched her jump down. She seemed to hold a moment of hesitation before she made her leap. After she jumped down, he swiftly landed on all fours after her, and he sent her a smirk. ‘’Who knew you could be such a sweet, kitty.’’ He smirked, and flickered his tail. ‘’Saving these toms from the spell of your darling sister. In my opinion, the two of you are the perfect team for heart break.’’ He shrugged, and twitched his ears, hissing lowly. Granted, Alabasterpaw didn’t know his name. Or, she was only doing that to be rude. Whatever it was, he didn’t care. Not that it mattered anyway. ‘’And, besides, I doubt your sister would want to leave my dear best friend. Bluepaw is an interesting cat.’’ An idiotic cat, an naive cat, a short-minded cat, but he is an interesting cat. Azulpaw flicked his ears, remembering what the blue she-cat said earlier. He knew she was right, but he inwardly rolled his eyes. He was not pleased to listen to her, but he allowed the information to sink in, and this made him run to Bluepaw with a much better wash of confidence.

Bluepaw looked over at the two and cocked his head. He wondered if they were getting along. He was quite surprised that Azulpaw even talked to the she-cat after all. The only she-cat he ever allowed to get close to him was Silverpaw. Now he was talking to Alabasterpaw’s sister. A large grin came over his face, and he was alerted that the white she-cat made a stern voice at the two when they were in the tree. He looked down shyly, thinking she would be an magnificent mother to kits someday. He blushed at the thought and had to reframe himself before he commented on it. He didn’t want her to feel greatly uncomfortable. When she stared at him earlier, concerned fill his eyes. She wasn’t being flirty like she normally was. He picked up on that straight away and he pondered on if he done something wrong.

He had no time to comprehend this because Azulpaw ran to him, past Alabasterpaw as if she wasn’t there. He nipped Bluepaw’s ear, and motioned him to follow. Bluepaw was confused, and he shook his head mentally, for he didn’t want to leave the white she-cat. Azulpaw nodded his head and trotted off a few ways away where they would be out of earshot. Bluepaw gave Alabasterpaw an apologectic grin. ‘’I’ll, um, be right back.’’ He turned around, his tail between his legs and he trotted up to Azulpaw, a fire in his eyes.

‘’What is it?’’
‘’I wouldn’t like for you to listen to me for once.’’ The dark grey tom seethed.
Bluepaw rolled his eyes. ‘’I don’t want Alabasterpaw waiting.’’
‘’Tough luck for her, buddy, because I will let you know how I feel about this situation.’’ Azulpaw sent a stern glare at his best friend, before his eyes slithered towards Asterpaw. It seemed as if his gaze softened at looking at her, remembering the advice she gave him earlier. He sighed longingly, before he turned back to his friend. ‘’Listen, you’re going to be really-’’

‘’Hurt?’’ Bluepaw interrupted him, a flash in his eyes. ‘’You don’t think I know that!? I mean, look at her.’’ He flickered his tail towards Alabasterpaw, his gaze filled with a tenderness he never felt in his life. ‘’She’s interested in me!’’ His voice squeaked, which usually only happened when he was nervous. ‘’In me! In me! If it doesn’t last, then oh well. At least I can say that I known her-’’

‘’All for a little while.’’ Azulpaw huffed, looking at his paws. ‘’I just want you to make the right decisions. Yeah, I’ll admit she is pretty, but there’s more to a she-cat other than looks. Get to know her-’’

‘’Heart. Blah, blah, blah. I know.’’ Bluepaw stated, solemnly. ‘’I just don’t know how long it’ll last, so I’m enjoying her attention. She seems to have a good heart-’’

‘’But, bad intentions.’’ Azulpaw stated.

Bluepaw was at his friend’s rudeness. This made him narrow his eyes at the tom across from him, and he lashed out, ‘’Can’t you be nice for once! At least once! You don’t even know them.’’ This made Azulpaw flattened his ears. Bluepaw hardly ever yelled at him. But Azulpaw knew better. After all, this situation involved she-cats. ‘’Won’t you be nice?’’ The tom adjusted his posture to stand taller, even though the other tom was the same height as he was.

Azulpaw didn’t say anything. It’s not like he was mean. He just didn’t take a liking to other cats that easily. Then again, it never hurt to be friendly. And, before he answered a silver streak jumped from behind him, making him plop on the ground. He let out a grunt in pain, and rolled his eyes up to see Silverpaw. Bluepaw was annoyed at the silver bengal’s antics. ‘’Can’t you see that we’re busy!?’’ He hate the fact that he kept Alabasterpaw waiting for his return.

Silverpaw rolled her eyes. ‘’I’m here to see my friend.’’ She hopped off Azulpaw, and gave him a sweet smile.

‘’Well, he’s busy.’’ The other tom replied.

Silverpaw squinted her eyes and looked to see in the distance laid two she-cats. Her ears flickered and her face went up into a knowing look. Yet, a confusing look. ‘’Are the two of you trying to impress those she-cats?’’

‘’Yes.’’ Bluepaw replied, confidently.

‘’Hardly.’’ Azulpaw said at the same time. ‘’I can’t impress them now. I left a...bad impression.’’

Silverpaw lightly swatted at him with her paw. ‘’I’m not surprised. Yet, I am surprised that you’re hanging around them. You hardly even hang around other she-cats. You’re always ignoring them.’’

Azulpaw shrugged, and once again he glanced at Asterpaw. ‘’I guess I’m a changed cat now,’’ He replied, sarcastically and flicked his eyes towards Silverpaw. ‘’I would love the ways to capture a she-cat’s heart.’’ He finishes with a roll of his eyes.

The silver bengal gave a light laugh. ‘’I think you ought to introduce me in case something serious between the two of you happens.’’

‘’You out welcomed your stay.’’ Bluepaw says to Silverpaw. ‘’Don’t you have anything entertaining to do? We’re busy.’’

‘’I just came to see my friend.’’ The silver bengal said, her voice tainted with annoyance. ‘’I thought he wanted to come with me to see the birds singing.’’ She cocked her head, and twitched her ears.

‘’He’s busy. He’s coming with me.’’

‘’I think he should be able to choose who he wants to go with.’’ She responded. ‘’He’s my friend too.’’

Azulpaw didn’t say anything for a while. All he wanted to do was knock some sense into Bluepaw, to make sure that the tom knew what he was doing. He did not want to run into Silverpaw--well more likely she pounced onto him. And, as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t want to leave Asterpaw as a third wheel, even though he wanted to listen to the tune that the birds were singing. It was his favorite and Silverpaw knew that he liked to hear the birds’ songs! All he had to do was hear their twittering, and he was relaxed in an instance, but he wouldn’t leave the blue female to be a tag along. He wasn’t that repulsed by her.

‘’No,’’ He said, flatly. ‘’I’m going to go with Bluepaw for a while, but we’ll hang out later tonight, Silverpaw.’’ He mustered a smile at his other friend.

‘’Okay!’’ The silver bengal replied happily. ‘’See you around, Azulpaw.’’ She lightly nibbled on his ear before playfully hissing at Bluepaw. ‘’And, I want to meet them someday!’’ She said before she ran off back to the Azulpaw’s favorite tree where they listened to the birds sing.

Bluepaw turned around, flicking his tail for Azulpaw to follow. As they walked back, his friend said, ‘’I want you to apologize to the both of them. And, state that your behavior was foolish.’’ Azulpaw had no strength in him. He was a strong tom--mentally, but at the moment, he felt faded out, and he nodded, looking at his paws. He didn’t want to hurt Bluepaw further, so he played along.

When they approached the two females, Azulpaw sat up straight. And, looking directly into each of their eyes. He said, ‘’I’m sorry.’’ He paused for a quick second, stealing a glance at Bluepaw, who only nodded for him to continue. Azulpaw squinted his eyes. ‘’My behavior was foolish, and I am sorry for acting the way I did.’’ His tail swished behind him.

Even though he apologized to them, he would always stand by what he believes in. When Bluepaw motioned for them to start their walk, instantly going to Alabasterpaw’s side, as if the she-cat needed a protective guard. Azulpaw decided to linger back, walking slowly and lost in his own thoughts.

lone

March 9th, 2017, 02:56 PM

Azulpaw looked at the female as he watched her jump down. She seemed to hold a moment of hesitation before she made her leap. After she jumped down, he swiftly landed on all fours after her, and he sent her a smirk. ‘’Who knew you could be such a sweet, kitty.’’ He smirked, and flickered his tail. ‘’Saving these toms from the spell of your darling sister. In my opinion, the two of you are the perfect team for heart break.’’ He shrugged, and twitched his ears, hissing lowly. Granted, Alabasterpaw didn’t know his name. Or, she was only doing that to be rude. Whatever it was, he didn’t care. Not that it mattered anyway. ‘’And, besides, I doubt your sister would want to leave my dear best friend. Bluepaw is an interesting cat.’’ An idiotic cat, an naive cat, a short-minded cat, but he is an interesting cat. Azulpaw flicked his ears, remembering what the blue she-cat said earlier. He knew she was right, but he inwardly rolled his eyes. He was not pleased to listen to her, but he allowed the information to sink in, and this made him run to Bluepaw with a much better wash of confidence.

Bluepaw looked over at the two and cocked his head. He wondered if they were getting along. He was quite surprised that Azulpaw even talked to the she-cat after all. The only she-cat he ever allowed to get close to him was Silverpaw. Now he was talking to Alabasterpaw’s sister. A large grin came over his face, and he was alerted that the white she-cat made a stern voice at the two when they were in the tree. He looked down shyly, thinking she would be an magnificent mother to kits someday. He blushed at the thought and had to reframe himself before he commented on it. He didn’t want her to feel greatly uncomfortable. When she stared at him earlier, concerned fill his eyes. She wasn’t being flirty like she normally was. He picked up on that straight away and he pondered on if he done something wrong.

He had no time to comprehend this because Azulpaw ran to him, past Alabasterpaw as if she wasn’t there. He nipped Bluepaw’s ear, and motioned him to follow. Bluepaw was confused, and he shook his head mentally, for he didn’t want to leave the white she-cat. Azulpaw nodded his head and trotted off a few ways away where they would be out of earshot. Bluepaw gave Alabasterpaw an apologectic grin. ‘’I’ll, um, be right back.’’ He turned around, his tail between his legs and he trotted up to Azulpaw, a fire in his eyes.

‘’What is it?’’
‘’I wouldn’t like for you to listen to me for once.’’ The dark grey tom seethed.
Bluepaw rolled his eyes. ‘’I don’t want Alabasterpaw waiting.’’
‘’Tough luck for her, buddy, because I will let you know how I feel about this situation.’’ Azulpaw sent a stern glare at his best friend, before his eyes slithered towards Asterpaw. It seemed as if his gaze softened at looking at her, remembering the advice she gave him earlier. He sighed longingly, before he turned back to his friend. ‘’Listen, you’re going to be really-’’

‘’Hurt?’’ Bluepaw interrupted him, a flash in his eyes. ‘’You don’t think I know that!? I mean, look at her.’’ He flickered his tail towards Alabasterpaw, his gaze filled with a tenderness he never felt in his life. ‘’She’s interested in me!’’ His voice squeaked, which usually only happened when he was nervous. ‘’In me! In me! If it doesn’t last, then oh well. At least I can say that I known her-’’

‘’All for a little while.’’ Azulpaw huffed, looking at his paws. ‘’I just want you to make the right decisions. Yeah, I’ll admit she is pretty, but there’s more to a she-cat other than looks. Get to know her-’’

‘’Heart. Blah, blah, blah. I know.’’ Bluepaw stated, solemnly. ‘’I just don’t know how long it’ll last, so I’m enjoying her attention. She seems to have a good heart-’’

‘’But, bad intentions.’’ Azulpaw stated.

Bluepaw was at his friend’s rudeness. This made him narrow his eyes at the tom across from him, and he lashed out, ‘’Can’t you be nice for once! At least once! You don’t even know them.’’ This made Azulpaw flattened his ears. Bluepaw hardly ever yelled at him. But Azulpaw knew better. After all, this situation involved she-cats. ‘’Won’t you be nice?’’ The tom adjusted his posture to stand taller, even though the other tom was the same height as he was.

Azulpaw didn’t say anything. It’s not like he was mean. He just didn’t take a liking to other cats that easily. Then again, it never hurt to be friendly. And, before he answered a silver streak jumped from behind him, making him plop on the ground. He let out a grunt in pain, and rolled his eyes up to see Silverpaw. Bluepaw was annoyed at the silver bengal’s antics. ‘’Can’t you see that we’re busy!?’’ He hate the fact that he kept Alabasterpaw waiting for his return.

Silverpaw rolled her eyes. ‘’I’m here to see my friend.’’ She hopped off Azulpaw, and gave him a sweet smile.

‘’Well, he’s busy.’’ The other tom replied.

Silverpaw squinted her eyes and looked to see in the distance laid two she-cats. Her ears flickered and her face went up into a knowing look. Yet, a confusing look. ‘’Are the two of you trying to impress those she-cats?’’

‘’Yes.’’ Bluepaw replied, confidently.

‘’Hardly.’’ Azulpaw said at the same time. ‘’I can’t impress them now. I left a...bad impression.’’

Silverpaw lightly swatted at him with her paw. ‘’I’m not surprised. Yet, I am surprised that you’re hanging around them. You hardly even hang around other she-cats. You’re always ignoring them.’’

Azulpaw shrugged, and once again he glanced at Asterpaw. ‘’I guess I’m a changed cat now,’’ He replied, sarcastically and flicked his eyes towards Silverpaw. ‘’I would love the ways to capture a she-cat’s heart.’’ He finishes with a roll of his eyes.

The silver bengal gave a light laugh. ‘’I think you ought to introduce me in case something serious between the two of you happens.’’

‘’You out welcomed your stay.’’ Bluepaw says to Silverpaw. ‘’Don’t you have anything entertaining to do? We’re busy.’’

‘’I just came to see my friend.’’ The silver bengal said, her voice tainted with annoyance. ‘’I thought he wanted to come with me to see the birds singing.’’ She cocked her head, and twitched her ears.

‘’He’s busy. He’s coming with me.’’

‘’I think he should be able to choose who he wants to go with.’’ She responded. ‘’He’s my friend too.’’

Azulpaw didn’t say anything for a while. All he wanted to do was knock some sense into Bluepaw, to make sure that the tom knew what he was doing. He did not want to run into Silverpaw--well more likely she pounced onto him. And, as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t want to leave Asterpaw as a third wheel, even though he wanted to listen to the tune that the birds were singing. It was his favorite and Silverpaw knew that he liked to hear the birds’ songs! All he had to do was hear their twittering, and he was relaxed in an instance, but he wouldn’t leave the blue female to be a tag along. He wasn’t that repulsed by her.

‘’No,’’ He said, flatly. ‘’I’m going to go with Bluepaw for a while, but we’ll hang out later tonight, Silverpaw.’’ He mustered a smile at his other friend.

‘’Okay!’’ The silver bengal replied happily. ‘’See you around, Azulpaw.’’ She lightly nibbled on his ear before playfully hissing at Bluepaw. ‘’And, I want to meet them someday!’’ She said before she ran off back to the Azulpaw’s favorite tree where they listened to the birds sing.

Bluepaw turned around, flicking his tail for Azulpaw to follow. As they walked back, his friend said, ‘’I want you to apologize to the both of them. And, state that your behavior was foolish.’’ Azulpaw had no strength in him. He was a strong tom--mentally, but at the moment, he felt faded out, and he nodded, looking at his paws. He didn’t want to hurt Bluepaw further, so he played along.

When they approached the two females, Azulpaw sat up straight. And, looking directly into each of their eyes. He said, ‘’I’m sorry.’’ He paused for a quick second, stealing a glance at Bluepaw, who only nodded for him to continue. Azulpaw squinted his eyes. ‘’My behavior was foolish, and I am sorry for acting the way I did.’’ His tail swished behind him.

Even though he apologized to them, he would always stand by what he believes in. When Bluepaw motioned for them to start their walk, instantly going to Alabasterpaw’s side, as if the she-cat needed a protective guard. Azulpaw decided to linger back, walking slowly and lost in his own thoughts.

The blue she cat ignored the tom's remark and watched as he went over to Alabasterpaw and Bluepaw, and the two of them began to exchange words. Well, at least now would be a good time for me to deal with my stupid sister's games. This needs to end before it gets out of hand. And it's up to me to keep it from getting out of hand-- as always. She thought with her eyes narrowed, before padding up to her alabaster-pelted sister. As her name suggested, Alabasterpaw was the most brilliant shade of white that almost hurt Asterpaw's eyes to look at.

"Alli? We need to talk." She mewed, padding over to her sister and nudging her lightly. She nudged her a little harder as the white she cat didn't seem to be paying much attention to her. She was looking over in Bluepaw's direction.

Alabasterpaw was used to her sister nudging her around, scolding her, trying to get her to be a 'better cat' and all of that junk, but she couldn't believe that her sister would approach her now. Right after the tom had walked away. What, had she just been waiting for Bluepaw to leave? "Not now, Ast. In case you hadn't noticed, I was a little busy before your rude little playmate took my fun away." She snapped. It was a rare occasion when either one would snap at the other. They were used to being together, and so they had gotten on together just fine.

Well, Asterpaw wasn't going to stand for her sister's junk right now. She didn't want to mess things up. "Alabasterpaw, you talk to me right now! Leave him alone, seriously!" She mewed in a voice that was too loud. She realized a moment later, and swallowed hard, keeping her voice low. She didn't know how to make it up to her sister, but she felt bad about it. She knew that her sister was going to be angry if Bluepaw heard, and then she would have to move on. It wasn't a big deal. She had never understood why her sister got so angry when the tom was the one leaving her.

"Ast, quiet. I'm not bothering him. He likes my attention, he's practically basking in it! And besides that, I'm going to give him my undivided attention until I get bored. What's wrong with that?" Alabasterpaw asked, the tip of her tail flicking as her blue hues strayed over towards the tom and she smiled, giving him a bright wink before she turned her attention back towards her sister. She didn't understand why, all of a sudden, the she cat was so against this. But she was. And since she was, Alabasterpaw was going to have to put her straight.

It wasn't that Asterpaw didn't want her sister to be happy. It was that she had a problem with her flirting with every tom that came her way, and then expecting them to be okay with that. Honestly, how did that work? Did she just assume that they didn't really care, that they were all like her-- someone left them and they could be perfectly fine the next day, moving on to another she cat? Her eyes flashed with anger as she glared at the feline, glancing over at the two toms. Was it her imagination, or had Azulpaw looked over towards her? "Alli, I know you want this to work. I know you want to do this so badly, but please-- you have to understand something." She stopped, watching her sister's gaze travel over towards the two toms again, and her hues hardened. She was so done with this sort of idiotic game. "Not everyone in the world revolves around you! Not everyone likes you, Alabasterpaw! Sometimes there are cats who think that you might be the opposite of nice, okay? Some cats think that you're a jerk, and totally hate you! Some cats think that you're stupid! Is that really how you want to be remembered?" She asked in a snappish tone of voice.

Alabasterpaw's hues were growing wider with every word her half-sister spoke, and finally they narrowed until they were dangerous slits. She wasn't going to yell. If that was the way Asterpaw wanted it, fine...they were going to have to deal with this later. Right now she had Bluepaw to play with. To toy with to her heart's content, and Asterpaw was not going to tell her what to do. She watched for a moment as a third cat joined their party; going over towards Azulpaw instead of Bluepaw. Well, that was a surprise. She kept waiting for him to snap at her, but instead, it was Bluepaw who ended up sending her away in the end. "I assume these 'not everyone' cats you are talking about include yourself and Azulpaw, don't they? Well you two go away, off into your little fairy world where I'm not popular. In fact, why don't you make it where I don't exist? Wouldn't that be fun?" Alabasterpaw asked, with a falsely happy smile coming onto her features.

"Al-"

"No! Even better, how about you make a bunch of little mini you's and little mini me's and the you's can murder the me's! Would that make you happy?"

"Alabasterpaw, I don't want to see you hurt these cats! Don't you understand you're messing things up? Don't you understand you're only going to end up hurting yourself in the end?"

"Maybe. But the way to hurting myself is pretty satisfying, if you ask me."

"The way to hurting yourself is horrible, and you know it! Why can't you make friends like a normal cat? Why can't you hang out with me, and we can do fun stuff together? Alli, what happened to you? You were such a great kit, and now you always leave me behind to clean up after you! I'm left helping those poor toms!"

"You-- really? You help those toms? I was wondering who ruined my games like that. Now I know who's at fault here."

"Alli-"

"Don't even talk to me right now. Okay? I will see you later. We're going on a walk, and you're going to be polite towards your stupid little friend-- yes, stupid-- and then we're going to leave, and come back tomorrow, and we'll go on another walk. And another. And keep going on walks until I decide that I've had enough of that tom. Understand?"

"Understood. But I'm going to tell you right now, your Mom would be disappointed in you."

That struck a nerve, and the she cat knew it. She was almost thankful as she watched her friend walk away, keeping her head high, although she could see tears forming in the she cat's eyes and felt a sting of regret. But no- Asterpaw was glad she had done it. If it would fix things, it would be good. As long as things stayed the same until she could get Alabasterpaw to stop, things were going to be great. Upon Azulpaw's apology, Asterpaw's hues softened slightly and she lowered her head in acknowledgement. "Glad you had the brains to realize that. But I accept your apology-- and I'm sorry if you don't like my personality, it's who I am and I can't change that." Asterpaw shrugged before standing still, her hues narrowed as she watched Alabasterpaw approach.

Alabasterpaw, on the other hand, completely ignored the tom, brushing past him, her fluffy white tail running all the way down his side until she stopped and stood by Bluepaw's side, flashing him a friendly smile as they began to walk.

Asterpaw stayed back, carefully watching her sister's movements. She knew that type of body language, and she knew that whatever remorse her sister might have had before was completely and totally gone now.

Brilliance

March 9th, 2017, 04:50 PM

The blue she cat ignored the tom's remark and watched as he went over to Alabasterpaw and Bluepaw, and the two of them began to exchange words. Well, at least now would be a good time for me to deal with my stupid sister's games. This needs to end before it gets out of hand. And it's up to me to keep it from getting out of hand-- as always. She thought with her eyes narrowed, before padding up to her alabaster-pelted sister. As her name suggested, Alabasterpaw was the most brilliant shade of white that almost hurt Asterpaw's eyes to look at.

"Alli? We need to talk." She mewed, padding over to her sister and nudging her lightly. She nudged her a little harder as the white she cat didn't seem to be paying much attention to her. She was looking over in Bluepaw's direction.

Alabasterpaw was used to her sister nudging her around, scolding her, trying to get her to be a 'better cat' and all of that junk, but she couldn't believe that her sister would approach her now. Right after the tom had walked away. What, had she just been waiting for Bluepaw to leave? "Not now, Ast. In case you hadn't noticed, I was a little busy before your rude little playmate took my fun away." She snapped. It was a rare occasion when either one would snap at the other. They were used to being together, and so they had gotten on together just fine.

Well, Asterpaw wasn't going to stand for her sister's junk right now. She didn't want to mess things up. "Alabasterpaw, you talk to me right now! Leave him alone, seriously!" She mewed in a voice that was too loud. She realized a moment later, and swallowed hard, keeping her voice low. She didn't know how to make it up to her sister, but she felt bad about it. She knew that her sister was going to be angry if Bluepaw heard, and then she would have to move on. It wasn't a big deal. She had never understood why her sister got so angry when the tom was the one leaving her.

"Ast, quiet. I'm not bothering him. He likes my attention, he's practically basking in it! And besides that, I'm going to give him my undivided attention until I get bored. What's wrong with that?" Alabasterpaw asked, the tip of her tail flicking as her blue hues strayed over towards the tom and she smiled, giving him a bright wink before she turned her attention back towards her sister. She didn't understand why, all of a sudden, the she cat was so against this. But she was. And since she was, Alabasterpaw was going to have to put her straight.

It wasn't that Asterpaw didn't want her sister to be happy. It was that she had a problem with her flirting with every tom that came her way, and then expecting them to be okay with that. Honestly, how did that work? Did she just assume that they didn't really care, that they were all like her-- someone left them and they could be perfectly fine the next day, moving on to another she cat? Her eyes flashed with anger as she glared at the feline, glancing over at the two toms. Was it her imagination, or had Azulpaw looked over towards her? "Alli, I know you want this to work. I know you want to do this so badly, but please-- you have to understand something." She stopped, watching her sister's gaze travel over towards the two toms again, and her hues hardened. She was so done with this sort of idiotic game. "Not everyone in the world revolves around you! Not everyone likes you, Alabasterpaw! Sometimes there are cats who think that you might be the opposite of nice, okay? Some cats think that you're a jerk, and totally hate you! Some cats think that you're stupid! Is that really how you want to be remembered?" She asked in a snappish tone of voice.

Alabasterpaw's hues were growing wider with every word her half-sister spoke, and finally they narrowed until they were dangerous slits. She wasn't going to yell. If that was the way Asterpaw wanted it, fine...they were going to have to deal with this later. Right now she had Bluepaw to play with. To toy with to her heart's content, and Asterpaw was not going to tell her what to do. She watched for a moment as a third cat joined their party; going over towards Azulpaw instead of Bluepaw. Well, that was a surprise. She kept waiting for him to snap at her, but instead, it was Bluepaw who ended up sending her away in the end. "I assume these 'not everyone' cats you are talking about include yourself and Azulpaw, don't they? Well you two go away, off into your little fairy world where I'm not popular. In fact, why don't you make it where I don't exist? Wouldn't that be fun?" Alabasterpaw asked, with a falsely happy smile coming onto her features.

"Al-"

"No! Even better, how about you make a bunch of little mini you's and little mini me's and the you's can murder the me's! Would that make you happy?"

"Alabasterpaw, I don't want to see you hurt these cats! Don't you understand you're messing things up? Don't you understand you're only going to end up hurting yourself in the end?"

"Maybe. But the way to hurting myself is pretty satisfying, if you ask me."

"The way to hurting yourself is horrible, and you know it! Why can't you make friends like a normal cat? Why can't you hang out with me, and we can do fun stuff together? Alli, what happened to you? You were such a great kit, and now you always leave me behind to clean up after you! I'm left helping those poor toms!"

"You-- really? You help those toms? I was wondering who ruined my games like that. Now I know who's at fault here."

"Alli-"

"Don't even talk to me right now. Okay? I will see you later. We're going on a walk, and you're going to be polite towards your stupid little friend-- yes, stupid-- and then we're going to leave, and come back tomorrow, and we'll go on another walk. And another. And keep going on walks until I decide that I've had enough of that tom. Understand?"

"Understood. But I'm going to tell you right now, your Mom would be disappointed in you."

That struck a nerve, and the she cat knew it. She was almost thankful as she watched her friend walk away, keeping her head high, although she could see tears forming in the she cat's eyes and felt a sting of regret. But no- Asterpaw was glad she had done it. If it would fix things, it would be good. As long as things stayed the same until she could get Alabasterpaw to stop, things were going to be great. Upon Azulpaw's apology, Asterpaw's hues softened slightly and she lowered her head in acknowledgement. "Glad you had the brains to realize that. But I accept your apology-- and I'm sorry if you don't like my personality, it's who I am and I can't change that." Asterpaw shrugged before standing still, her hues narrowed as she watched Alabasterpaw approach.

Alabasterpaw, on the other hand, completely ignored the tom, brushing past him, her fluffy white tail running all the way down his side until she stopped and stood by Bluepaw's side, flashing him a friendly smile as they began to walk.

Asterpaw stayed back, carefully watching her sister's movements. She knew that type of body language, and she knew that whatever remorse her sister might have had before was completely and totally gone now.

Bluepaw walked confidently alongside his she-cat companion. His heart felt light, but his mind was raging with all the things that could possibly go wrong. He took a glance back Azulpaw to make sure his friend was alright. He seemed to be. With his head down, lost in his own thoughts; he was acting normal to Bluepaw. He was grateful for that. He lightly bumped into the side of Alabasterpaw, feeling a hint of her soft pelt. It made him shiver a bit, and he let out a satisfied sigh. He didn’t know why he did it, but he knew that he wanted to feel her pelt all night long.

Azulpaw lingered back for a bit. He felt annoyed that Alabasterpaw slid alongside him just to get on Bluepaw’s side. He felt tensed when she touched him. He did not like to be touched by others. Especially she-cats he considered strangers. Not so much enemies anymore, and he took a quick glance at Asterpaw, rolling his eyes. He decided to cut out his thoughts and he trotted up beside her. He was still fuming at Bluepaw for falling for the attractive feline’s ways. Even Azulpaw knew that her intentions were sweet at all.

Azulpaw felt awkward that he just started walking next to Asterpaw as if they’d been friends all their lives, but he’s been living in his thoughts that he honestly forgot what he wanted to say to her, until it later clicked into his mind. He lowly whispered to her, ‘’I never said I didn’t like your personality.’’ He looked up, and turned his head slightly. ‘’I wouldn’t mind you tweaking it out a bit though. Besides, I took that little advice you told me earlier...and guess what? He’s still foolish.’’ The tom nodded his head towards Bluepaw, who was walking besides Alabasterpaw. He seemed to be talking to her about something, and Azulpaw felt drained of energy to strain his ears and listen. The only thing he had left was sarcastic remarks and sardonic replies. ‘’I guess you gotta let a tom figure it out for themselves.’’ He glanced towards Asterpaw, and he knew that she knew how her sister worked. He wondered if they talked while he was talking to Bluepaw. At least trying to talk to him, and it backfired on him.

As they continued to walk, he kicked a rock out of his way, and he kept his head down. Bluepaw walked with his head held high and confidence in his stride. He turned to the female to ask her, ‘’What are some things that’ll impress you?’’ His ears twitched as he wanted to know the answer. He would love to impress her. To him, she was the queen of she-cats to impress, and he wanted a little of that. ‘’I know I’m not the only tom who’ll try to impress you. I doubt I’ll succeed anyway.’’ He gave a light chuckle, and wondered how many toms have she been around. How many have she been with? Gotten to know? Gotten to fall for her?

Bluepaw wondered a lot about Alabasterpaw. He wondered about her greatly, but when he looked at her again. All, he seen was a sweet angel. Sent from Starclan above. He felt as if she was his personal angel, and whatever Azulpaw said to him earlier--washed away. ‘’I bet I’ll have some competition.’’ He twitched once again. ‘’Nothing I can’t handle though! I’d fight for you until the end.’’

Azulpaw sure did hear that one! And, the dark grey tom inwardly gagged at the cheesiness. He wanted to complain out loud. He wanted to tell the two in front to keep flirting to a minimum, but he also didn’t want to upset Bluepaw. Bluepaw deserved to be happy, no matter if it didn’t last long. So, the dark grey apprentice didn’t say anything. He did throw a glare towards Alabasterpaw, and he clearly did not enjoy whatever game she was playing. If she wishes to play a game, she better chase a mouse. He wanted to hiss, he wanted to protect Bluepaw, but thought best of it. Instead, he held all his anger in, and he continued to walk. ‘’Where are we even going? And, why should they need us to tag along anyway?’’ He mumbled, displeased.

lone

March 9th, 2017, 07:00 PM

Bluepaw walked confidently alongside his she-cat companion. His heart felt light, but his mind was raging with all the things that could possibly go wrong. He took a glance back Azulpaw to make sure his friend was alright. He seemed to be. With his head down, lost in his own thoughts; he was acting normal to Bluepaw. He was grateful for that. He lightly bumped into the side of Alabasterpaw, feeling a hint of her soft pelt. It made him shiver a bit, and he let out a satisfied sigh. He didn’t know why he did it, but he knew that he wanted to feel her pelt all night long.

Azulpaw lingered back for a bit. He felt annoyed that Alabasterpaw slid alongside him just to get on Bluepaw’s side. He felt tensed when she touched him. He did not like to be touched by others. Especially she-cats he considered strangers. Not so much enemies anymore, and he took a quick glance at Asterpaw, rolling his eyes. He decided to cut out his thoughts and he trotted up beside her. He was still fuming at Bluepaw for falling for the attractive feline’s ways. Even Azulpaw knew that her intentions were sweet at all.

Azulpaw felt awkward that he just started walking next to Asterpaw as if they’d been friends all their lives, but he’s been living in his thoughts that he honestly forgot what he wanted to say to her, until it later clicked into his mind. He lowly whispered to her, ‘’I never said I didn’t like your personality.’’ He looked up, and turned his head slightly. ‘’I wouldn’t mind you tweaking it out a bit though. Besides, I took that little advice you told me earlier...and guess what? He’s still foolish.’’ The tom nodded his head towards Bluepaw, who was walking besides Alabasterpaw. He seemed to be talking to her about something, and Azulpaw felt drained of energy to strain his ears and listen. The only thing he had left was sarcastic remarks and sardonic replies. ‘’I guess you gotta let a tom figure it out for themselves.’’ He glanced towards Asterpaw, and he knew that she knew how her sister worked. He wondered if they talked while he was talking to Bluepaw. At least trying to talk to him, and it backfired on him.

As they continued to walk, he kicked a rock out of his way, and he kept his head down. Bluepaw walked with his head held high and confidence in his stride. He turned to the female to ask her, ‘’What are some things that’ll impress you?’’ His ears twitched as he wanted to know the answer. He would love to impress her. To him, she was the queen of she-cats to impress, and he wanted a little of that. ‘’I know I’m not the only tom who’ll try to impress you. I doubt I’ll succeed anyway.’’ He gave a light chuckle, and wondered how many toms have she been around. How many have she been with? Gotten to know? Gotten to fall for her?

Bluepaw wondered a lot about Alabasterpaw. He wondered about her greatly, but when he looked at her again. All, he seen was a sweet angel. Sent from Starclan above. He felt as if she was his personal angel, and whatever Azulpaw said to him earlier--washed away. ‘’I bet I’ll have some competition.’’ He twitched once again. ‘’Nothing I can’t handle though! I’d fight for you until the end.’’

Azulpaw sure did hear that one! And, the dark grey tom inwardly gagged at the cheesiness. He wanted to complain out loud. He wanted to tell the two in front to keep flirting to a minimum, but he also didn’t want to upset Bluepaw. Bluepaw deserved to be happy, no matter if it didn’t last long. So, the dark grey apprentice didn’t say anything. He did throw a glare towards Alabasterpaw, and he clearly did not enjoy whatever game she was playing. If she wishes to play a game, she better chase a mouse. He wanted to hiss, he wanted to protect Bluepaw, but thought best of it. Instead, he held all his anger in, and he continued to walk. ‘’Where are we even going? And, why should they need us to tag along anyway?’’ He mumbled, displeased.

The feline felt Bluepaw bump up against her and shot him a look that was clearly pleased. Her game was working. And she was obviously loving it...no matter how much her half-sister and his little friend wanted her to stop. A moment later she purposely brushed up against the tom, flicking her tail against him for a few fleeting moments, and admiring the silky feel of his shorter pelt. She and Asterpaw had softer, more dense pelts-- and she had rarely felt such a well groomed pelt. Not in quite a few moons, at any rate. Most toms seemed to have coarser pelts, but Bluepaw's was so silky she felt as though she could have stayed there for a while. It would take her a while to get bored of that. She liked the feel, and the look. For Alabasterpaw, looks were all that mattered. Appearances. Who cared about having a good heart? You couldn't see a good heart, and you couldn't see good intentions. So good looks were all that mattered, in her opinion.

Asterpaw shook her head at her half-sister's flirtatious manner as she swished her tail across the other tom's face. For a moment she was tempted to laugh, and then she felt half bad-- both were followed by an uncaring shrug, like it didn't really matter anymore. And it didn't-- not really, at any rate. She would steal the tom's heart, things would go bad for a while, start crashing and burning, she'd mess it all up, and Asterpaw would have to explain what had happened and help the poor tom find his own love. Mission accomplished. Alabasterpaw rarely had a clue what was going on-- she was too busy moving on to the next unfortunate tom who happened to cross her path. So long as he was good looking-- that, she had made clear, was important. The feline shook her head at how her half-sister thought a good heart...good intentions...pretty much anything other then good looks was unimportant. But why? Why did she believe that? Was she really that naïve that she thought good looks would matter forever? Apparently so, but she didn't know quite what to think about it. Not at the moment, anyways. "Oh, well then guess your friend is just naturally that way. Nothing I can do about that. But don't worry-- he won't be stupid forever." She mewed with a shrug. His statement about her personality had caught her off guard, and now she was desperately trying to change the conversation back to a lighter mood, though not necessarily a pleasant one. Definitely not a pleasant one, considering she was bad-mouthing his little friend. She didn't really think much of Bluepaw. It was undecided whether she would end up friends with either of the toms, but perhaps someday things would work out okay. "Yeah, he'll figure it out alright. When Alli gives him a reality check that will bring him so hard down he won't be the same. And leaves me to pick up the pieces like a good sister." She mewed, lashing her tail angrily. She hated this-- this game. But it would be over soon. Like it always was and always would be.

The fluffy white she cat giggled in a way that was not at all like her at the tom's comment. Anything to draw him in closer so that she could strike-- though she knew the true strike wouldn't come until much later. "Impress me? You're sweet, but all you have to do is be yourself-- I absolutely can't stand liars. Oh, and I absolutely love anything romantic; the more, the better. I've been impressed a lot of times in my life, and it's pretty easy. I'm not picky, y'know," Alabasterpaw laughed. She loved her name-- and often thought about it when others mentioned it, even when she was thinking of Asterpaw she thought of herself at the same time. The two were always together. Always. And her half-sister had always rescued her, so...why wasn't she helping out now? She realized what was missing. Her sister's disapproving growl in the background, telling her that she was going too far. But she didn't think she was. She thought she was being absolutely perfect. A friendly expression flickered across her features before it was replaced by her normal flirtatious one. But his last words shook her-- she hadn't been expecting something like that at all. It was so sweet and touching that she felt almost as though she were going to be sick-- though she heard things like that all day long. "That's so sweet, Bluepaw! And I'll always be there for you." She mewed, lightly brushing her tail alongside him. The lies that had come from her maw were showing no sign of stopping.

Asterpaw felt as though she wanted to slap something. Preferably her sister, though she knew better. How dare she? Lies? When she told at least fifty to every tom she came across, and now she was acting as though she didn't care? "Fox-hearted mouse brain," She muttered under her breath, digging her claws into the earth as she stopped momentarily. She was as furious as she had ever been, and Azulpaw's words in the background didn't help much. So she did what Alabasterpaw would do-- she shut them out. Pretended he didn't exist for a moment while she gathered her thoughts together and straightened up, her stance near to perfect as she glanced over at the tom. "They want to torture us and then they're going to kill us. Why?" She asked in as careless a voice as she could muster. It wasn't much of sarcasm, but it was some relief with her sister being such a mouse brain. Something she was grateful for, at least.

Brilliance

March 9th, 2017, 07:47 PM

The feline felt Bluepaw bump up against her and shot him a look that was clearly pleased. Her game was working. And she was obviously loving it...no matter how much her half-sister and his little friend wanted her to stop. A moment later she purposely brushed up against the tom, flicking her tail against him for a few fleeting moments, and admiring the silky feel of his shorter pelt. She and Asterpaw had softer, more dense pelts-- and she had rarely felt such a well groomed pelt. Not in quite a few moons, at any rate. Most toms seemed to have coarser pelts, but Bluepaw's was so silky she felt as though she could have stayed there for a while. It would take her a while to get bored of that. She liked the feel, and the look. For Alabasterpaw, looks were all that mattered. Appearances. Who cared about having a good heart? You couldn't see a good heart, and you couldn't see good intentions. So good looks were all that mattered, in her opinion.

Asterpaw shook her head at her half-sister's flirtatious manner as she swished her tail across the other tom's face. For a moment she was tempted to laugh, and then she felt half bad-- both were followed by an uncaring shrug, like it didn't really matter anymore. And it didn't-- not really, at any rate. She would steal the tom's heart, things would go bad for a while, start crashing and burning, she'd mess it all up, and Asterpaw would have to explain what had happened and help the poor tom find his own love. Mission accomplished. Alabasterpaw rarely had a clue what was going on-- she was too busy moving on to the next unfortunate tom who happened to cross her path. So long as he was good looking-- that, she had made clear, was important. The feline shook her head at how her half-sister thought a good heart...good intentions...pretty much anything other then good looks was unimportant. But why? Why did she believe that? Was she really that naïve that she thought good looks would matter forever? Apparently so, but she didn't know quite what to think about it. Not at the moment, anyways. "Oh, well then guess your friend is just naturally that way. Nothing I can do about that. But don't worry-- he won't be stupid forever." She mewed with a shrug. His statement about her personality had caught her off guard, and now she was desperately trying to change the conversation back to a lighter mood, though not necessarily a pleasant one. Definitely not a pleasant one, considering she was bad-mouthing his little friend. She didn't really think much of Bluepaw. It was undecided whether she would end up friends with either of the toms, but perhaps someday things would work out okay. "Yeah, he'll figure it out alright. When Alli gives him a reality check that will bring him so hard down he won't be the same. And leaves me to pick up the pieces like a good sister." She mewed, lashing her tail angrily. She hated this-- this game. But it would be over soon. Like it always was and always would be.

The fluffy white she cat giggled in a way that was not at all like her at the tom's comment. Anything to draw him in closer so that she could strike-- though she knew the true strike wouldn't come until much later. "Impress me? You're sweet, but all you have to do is be yourself-- I absolutely can't stand liars. Oh, and I absolutely love anything romantic; the more, the better. I've been impressed a lot of times in my life, and it's pretty easy. I'm not picky, y'know," Alabasterpaw laughed. She loved her name-- and often thought about it when others mentioned it, even when she was thinking of Asterpaw she thought of herself at the same time. The two were always together. Always. And her half-sister had always rescued her, so...why wasn't she helping out now? She realized what was missing. Her sister's disapproving growl in the background, telling her that she was going too far. But she didn't think she was. She thought she was being absolutely perfect. A friendly expression flickered across her features before it was replaced by her normal flirtatious one. But his last words shook her-- she hadn't been expecting something like that at all. It was so sweet and touching that she felt almost as though she were going to be sick-- though she heard things like that all day long. "That's so sweet, Bluepaw! And I'll always be there for you." She mewed, lightly brushing her tail alongside him. The lies that had come from her maw were showing no sign of stopping.

Asterpaw felt as though she wanted to slap something. Preferably her sister, though she knew better. How dare she? Lies? When she told at least fifty to every tom she came across, and now she was acting as though she didn't care? "Fox-hearted mouse brain," She muttered under her breath, digging her claws into the earth as she stopped momentarily. She was as furious as she had ever been, and Azulpaw's words in the background didn't help much. So she did what Alabasterpaw would do-- she shut them out. Pretended he didn't exist for a moment while she gathered her thoughts together and straightened up, her stance near to perfect as she glanced over at the tom. "They want to torture us and then they're going to kill us. Why?" She asked in as careless a voice as she could muster. It wasn't much of sarcasm, but it was some relief with her sister being such a mouse brain. Something she was grateful for, at least.

Azulpaw snickered. ‘’If this walk don’t be over soon, I’d do the job for them.’’ The dark grey apprentice was heavily tired. He wished he would had gone with Silverpaw to hear the birds sing. He would even like to hear a couple of her stories. Azulpaw thought about the young she-cat; her stories were always interesting. And, different ones too. Azulpaw didn’t know why he had tagged along. If he would had known Asterpaw would had been fine listening to the mess in front of them, he would had gone off with his other good friend. He flattened his ears, bored out his mind. When he heard the two, clearly flirting, he made an eyeroll. Even he could perfectly hear her lies. Her deceit. And, he slightly tilted his head. He thought only toms lied, which was a stupid thought. Every gender lies. Every age lies.

Azulpaw sunk back, and he trotted towards Bluepaw to be next to him. He knew his blue-eyed friend would be pretty ticked off if he allowed himself on the other side of Alabasterpaw. Not that he wanted to anyway. The she-cat made him groan. He literally would complain of her presence if it weren’t for her hot-headed sister lagging behind him. He took a quick glance at Asterpaw before turning back to look ahead. He came to the conclusion that if he couldn’t fight the game, he might as well joined them.

She likes to flirt, huh? What type of information could I get out of her?

Bluepaw suddenly grew shy, and he looked away bashfully at the she-cat. ‘’Well, I would-’’ however, Azulpaw beat him to the punchline.

‘’Alabasterpaw…’’The dark grey apprentice started. ‘’It is a beautiful name really. Honestly, I’ll give credit to whoever named you that.’’

Bluepaw glared at his friend. ‘’What do you want?’’ He threw his eyes back towards Astepaw, ‘’Don’t you have company to attend to?’’ He muttered lowly. Azulpaw snorted, and he was not going to take any riffraff from the tom next to him. He agreed to go on this stupid walk. He did not agree to be that nice towards them.

‘’I don’t have any company,’’ Azulpaw stated. ‘’I was simply asked to tag along. And I’m positive, Asterpaw feels the same way, don’t you darling?’’ He glanced back at the female, knowing he was going to get under her skin. Which he wanted to do. He wanted to get under all their skin. ‘’Now, back to Alabasterpaw!’’ He exclaimed. ‘’Because she’s just so strikingly, so stunningly, so magnificently beautiful!’’ He says in a mocked tone. ‘’However did you get this way? Have the two most attractive cats on earth met up and decided to have kit? And, you were born!’’ Azulpaw chuckled, and Bluepaw was heated. He was flexing his claws, and wondered how Alabasterpaw was taking it.

Azulpaw didn’t forget about Asterpaw. Oh, no, the tom did not forget about her. She was the epitome that made him insane. Just her presence was a bother to him. He hardly minded her personality. He hated her attitude. That was the problem. And, though his attitude was much like her---probably way worse. Definitely debatable. It was something about the feline that made him insane.

And, he at this moment was going crazy.

‘’And, I know you definitely have something slick to say.’’ He stopped and turned to her. ‘’In fact, I know how much of a bother I am to you--’’ His eyes slid towards Alabasterpaw. ‘’And, you could care less about me. About anyone, since you’re always in your own lalaland.’’

‘’Azulpaw!’’ Bluepaw voice grew a bit deep. In a stern-like sound that he hardly ever used. He was naturally friendly and easy to get along with, but whenever he was annoyed. This voice came. ‘’We talked about this.’’ It was a simple saying. It meant ‘get right, or get lost’.

‘’I was just complimenting Alabasterpaw.’’ Azulpaw says in mocked innocent. ‘’In fact, isn’t it her thing...to be complimented. But then again, she don’t need anyone to tell her that. She tells herself it all the time. Don’t you, sweetheart?’’

In an instant Azulpaw found himself pinned to the ground, Bluepaw hovered above him, his paw neatly shoved in the crook of the other tom’s neck. Bluepaw bent down. ‘’I told you to be kind.’’

‘’I’m sorry if it’s not in my nature.’’ Azulpaw gagged. ‘’You’re choking me too hard.’’

‘’Be nice.’’ Bluepaw pressed harder.

‘’I…’’Azulpaw grunted.

‘’I’ll say it...one more time.’’ It was final. The tears were slowly coming down, and he felt his breathing hitched. In a second, his eyes could roll in the back of his head, and he’d be dead.

He’d be with the birds.

He’d be free.

But, Bluepaw knew what he was doing. He quickly got off his best friend, breathing deeply. Bluepaw never allowed that side to take over him. No one was ever able to triggered that side, so there must be something about Alabasterpaw that he loved deeply. Azulpaw laid on the ground, rolled on his back. His coughing fit stopped, and he noticed his breathing was coming back to normal. He stayed there, rigid.

Bluepaw turned back, walking back up to Alabasterpaw and he brushed his pelt against his. ‘’I’m sorry...you had to see that.’’ He told the pretty feline. ‘’I never want you to see that side of me. I honestly hate it.’’

Azulpaw still didn’t move, but he heard it all. He noted that Bluepaw said sorry to Alabaster for seeing it, but didn’t say sorry to him for actually bearing in it. Yet, he believed he deserved it. After all, he was being himself. Per usual.

A jerk.

Bluepaw flicked his tail, ‘’If he’s not coming we can continue on if ya’ll want. I think he’s still in a shock state.’’ the tom stated. ‘’He’ll definitely stay in line.’’

Azulpaw flickered his ears. All for a nagging she-cat...I see where I stand.

lone

March 14th, 2017, 04:51 PM

Azulpaw snickered. ‘’If this walk don’t be over soon, I’d do the job for them.’’ The dark grey apprentice was heavily tired. He wished he would had gone with Silverpaw to hear the birds sing. He would even like to hear a couple of her stories. Azulpaw thought about the young she-cat; her stories were always interesting. And, different ones too. Azulpaw didn’t know why he had tagged along. If he would had known Asterpaw would had been fine listening to the mess in front of them, he would had gone off with his other good friend. He flattened his ears, bored out his mind. When he heard the two, clearly flirting, he made an eyeroll. Even he could perfectly hear her lies. Her deceit. And, he slightly tilted his head. He thought only toms lied, which was a stupid thought. Every gender lies. Every age lies.

Azulpaw sunk back, and he trotted towards Bluepaw to be next to him. He knew his blue-eyed friend would be pretty ticked off if he allowed himself on the other side of Alabasterpaw. Not that he wanted to anyway. The she-cat made him groan. He literally would complain of her presence if it weren’t for her hot-headed sister lagging behind him. He took a quick glance at Asterpaw before turning back to look ahead. He came to the conclusion that if he couldn’t fight the game, he might as well joined them.

She likes to flirt, huh? What type of information could I get out of her?

Bluepaw suddenly grew shy, and he looked away bashfully at the she-cat. ‘’Well, I would-’’ however, Azulpaw beat him to the punchline.

‘’Alabasterpaw…’’The dark grey apprentice started. ‘’It is a beautiful name really. Honestly, I’ll give credit to whoever named you that.’’

Bluepaw glared at his friend. ‘’What do you want?’’ He threw his eyes back towards Astepaw, ‘’Don’t you have company to attend to?’’ He muttered lowly. Azulpaw snorted, and he was not going to take any riffraff from the tom next to him. He agreed to go on this stupid walk. He did not agree to be that nice towards them.

‘’I don’t have any company,’’ Azulpaw stated. ‘’I was simply asked to tag along. And I’m positive, Asterpaw feels the same way, don’t you darling?’’ He glanced back at the female, knowing he was going to get under her skin. Which he wanted to do. He wanted to get under all their skin. ‘’Now, back to Alabasterpaw!’’ He exclaimed. ‘’Because she’s just so strikingly, so stunningly, so magnificently beautiful!’’ He says in a mocked tone. ‘’However did you get this way? Have the two most attractive cats on earth met up and decided to have kit? And, you were born!’’ Azulpaw chuckled, and Bluepaw was heated. He was flexing his claws, and wondered how Alabasterpaw was taking it.

Azulpaw didn’t forget about Asterpaw. Oh, no, the tom did not forget about her. She was the epitome that made him insane. Just her presence was a bother to him. He hardly minded her personality. He hated her attitude. That was the problem. And, though his attitude was much like her---probably way worse. Definitely debatable. It was something about the feline that made him insane.

And, he at this moment was going crazy.

‘’And, I know you definitely have something slick to say.’’ He stopped and turned to her. ‘’In fact, I know how much of a bother I am to you--’’ His eyes slid towards Alabasterpaw. ‘’And, you could care less about me. About anyone, since you’re always in your own lalaland.’’

‘’Azulpaw!’’ Bluepaw voice grew a bit deep. In a stern-like sound that he hardly ever used. He was naturally friendly and easy to get along with, but whenever he was annoyed. This voice came. ‘’We talked about this.’’ It was a simple saying. It meant ‘get right, or get lost’.

‘’I was just complimenting Alabasterpaw.’’ Azulpaw says in mocked innocent. ‘’In fact, isn’t it her thing...to be complimented. But then again, she don’t need anyone to tell her that. She tells herself it all the time. Don’t you, sweetheart?’’

In an instant Azulpaw found himself pinned to the ground, Bluepaw hovered above him, his paw neatly shoved in the crook of the other tom’s neck. Bluepaw bent down. ‘’I told you to be kind.’’

‘’I’m sorry if it’s not in my nature.’’ Azulpaw gagged. ‘’You’re choking me too hard.’’

‘’Be nice.’’ Bluepaw pressed harder.

‘’I…’’Azulpaw grunted.

‘’I’ll say it...one more time.’’ It was final. The tears were slowly coming down, and he felt his breathing hitched. In a second, his eyes could roll in the back of his head, and he’d be dead.

He’d be with the birds.

He’d be free.

But, Bluepaw knew what he was doing. He quickly got off his best friend, breathing deeply. Bluepaw never allowed that side to take over him. No one was ever able to triggered that side, so there must be something about Alabasterpaw that he loved deeply. Azulpaw laid on the ground, rolled on his back. His coughing fit stopped, and he noticed his breathing was coming back to normal. He stayed there, rigid.

Bluepaw turned back, walking back up to Alabasterpaw and he brushed his pelt against his. ‘’I’m sorry...you had to see that.’’ He told the pretty feline. ‘’I never want you to see that side of me. I honestly hate it.’’

Azulpaw still didn’t move, but he heard it all. He noted that Bluepaw said sorry to Alabaster for seeing it, but didn’t say sorry to him for actually bearing in it. Yet, he believed he deserved it. After all, he was being himself. Per usual.

A jerk.

Bluepaw flicked his tail, ‘’If he’s not coming we can continue on if ya’ll want. I think he’s still in a shock state.’’ the tom stated. ‘’He’ll definitely stay in line.’’

Azulpaw flickered his ears. All for a nagging she-cat...I see where I stand.

The blue she cat hid a smile, not wanting to say-- or do-- anything that would upset her sister. She could tell that although what Alabasterpaw was doing was wrong, she was having a great time doing it and didn't want to disrupt the peaceful walk. It was pretty out here, anyways. Not as bad as she was making it out to be. The she cat cocked her head to the side as Azulpaw moved away from her, but reveled in her victory. At least he was gone. And that was what she was trying to do, right? Get rid of him. More room for her in the long run. At least, that was what she thought. The tip of her tail began to twitch back and forth at an alarmingly violent rate as she suddenly realized what he was trying to do-- and she was beginning to note that she didn't like this tom at all. Either of them, no matter what her sister said.
　
Alabasterpaw, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. Here she had this sweet, innocent, trusting tom-- her favorite victim-- and then his grumpy elder of a friend. Perfect for Ast, if she plays her cards right. The white feline thought, swishing her tail gently up against the tom every once in a while to keep his interest on her. Not that she needed any help. The poor thing was clearly smitten, watching her every move...though then again, who wasn't? She was perfect. As she had been told by her foster parent and siblings growing up. Because she was, and that was all there was to it. She had no idea what her Dad had looked like, but since there was another white cat and all the rest were the same blue as Asterpaw, she figured he had been a white cat. There must be one somewhere in their family. She looked surprised as Azulpaw suddenly appeared and began...complimenting her. Though Bluepaw looked none too happy about it. "Why, thank you! You're so sweet. Though not quite as sweet as my darling companion here," Alabasterpaw threw a sickeningly flirtatious smile in Bluepaw's direction.
　
Asterpaw was furious. No, she was beyond furious-- she was so angry she could have killed every cat in front of her, including her sister. What kind of a game was this tom playing? What was he doing to her? She put on a pleasant expression when Bluepaw looked back, however...there was no way she wanted that arrogant tom with her. At all. No way, no how. Asterpaw listened to her sister's words, and sank her claws into the dirt. What was wrong with her? What was she thinking? She was already causing a rift, wasn't she satisfied enough? But no, she had to go ahead and add jealousy to this little game of hers. Jealousy was one of Alabasterpaw's favorite tactics. And she tended to use a cat close to them to do it. Though Asterpaw was confident that it wouldn't work with the infuriating tom. She rolled her eyes at the tom's remark, obviously made to annoy her; but smiled and nodded, clenching her teeth and trying not to lash out at him. The words he spoke next made her blood boil. Much more of that and she would draw Alabasterpaw aside and kindly explain what she was doing.
　
Alabasterpaw laughed, a sparkly, light, airy sound. Oh, this was turning out to be fun! Much more interesting then she had anticipated. Good. She thought, glancing over towards her first companion. A slight wave of pity hit her, but then she ignored it; after all, she was a known player. "Oh no, don't send him away! I quite understand not wanting to hang out with my sister; such a bore, isn't she? And that dull coloring of her pelt-- not like yours, dear." She mewed, with a wink at the tom. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth, and she glanced back at her sister. She knew she was offending the feline, but what else could she do? Surely Azulpaw wasn't going to stand for her saying all this. She wasn't stupid; she knew he didn't like her. She knew he was playing with her, like she was with him. But at least her act was believable, unlike his words. They sounded so fake. Like he didn't mean them at all. Alabasterpaw laughed again, a higher pitched, sparkling laugh that made her sound like she would be the life of the party anywhere. "My, you are quite the charmer, aren't you! Ast, you should really talk to this young tom more; if you weren't so boring, that is." Alabasterpaw mewed, with a shrug and a flick of her tail before lightly nudging the tom. She shot a look over in Bluepaw's direction, seeing his anger, and tried to send him a message-- wait.
　
Asterpaw dug her claws into the earth again, stopping as her eyes narrowed. Her sister's words were horrible. Hurtful. All these moons, she had never known how her sister felt, but at least she did now. But the subtleties; the very, very subtle subtleties; showed her that Alabasterpaw was trying to help. She was constantly meddling in her sister's love life, even now...and Asterpaw was annoyed by it. And then, in a flash, it happened. Azulpaw went one step too far. She had known he would. There was always another step, a step that toms would take if they simply didn't like her or if they were trying to impress her, and she knew it. She watched and waited. knowing that any second now, Alabasterpaw was going to explode from her flirtatious state into her 'you messed with me' state. And that was a truly frightful sight.
　
The white feline stopped, and cocked her head to the side, almost as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing. And perhaps she couldn't; maybe that was the irony of it. For a moment, she stood completely still before bursting into laughter. He's crazy. Completely insane! He really thinks that? She thought, before her laughter stopped and her hues narrowed. She could barely hear the conversation from there, but she heard a sterner voice-- Bluepaw's-- and then a mocking tone. That was it. She was done. She was so done with playing games. "I do care about other cats. And I am not in my own lalaland. You know why I act like this, dear? Because I was left on my own. Because Asterpaw was the only cat who's ever cared about me before, and who hasn't just decided they need to move on. From me. So I might play around, but if you ever-- ever-- say something like that about me, or my sister again...you're going to find out who's playing around." She spoke in a low growl, her hues narrowed. This was a cat who was made from nightmares. A cat who wasn't messing around. She wasn't joking. She was completely serious, and that was what was part of what made her so dangerous. She was one of the most dangerous cats to encounter, and all because of her personality. She was a somewhat scary cat to encounter. Especially like this. And then it happened: one moment everything was grey and fuzzy, and the only thing she could see was the insulter, the next Bluepaw had pinned him to the ground and was choking him. For...her. Part of her was impressed, another part was flattered, and a third part was laughing. Of course this would happen. Why shouldn't it?
　
Asterpaw listened to her sister's words and nodded, smiling before she froze. The blood in her veins went cold. Everything in her was screaming at her to do something as the other tom was pinned to the ground by Alabasterpaw's admirer. This had happened before. Why, oh why hadn't she seen this coming? But she was here this time. She could have stopped it. That was what hurt so badly, that she could had seen this coming and could have stopped it. But she hadn't. "Stop!! You're killing him!!" She snapped, but she was rooted to the ground. Everything in her wanted to move, but she couldn't. She didn't want to handle this again. Death. Choking. Those words...in my head...get out!!!! Asterpaw thought, shaking her head violently, trying to rid herself of the fear-filled sight before her. It would be okay. It was going to be okay. He was getting off now...and the tom was alive.
　
At her sister's terrified scream, Alabasterpaw was stunned. What did she care? She didn't like this tom. Unless my mission was a success. She thought with a sneaky smile. Trust the sneaky feline to say something like that. Think something like that, anyways. She smiled at Bluepaw as he returned to her, casting a look at Azulpaw as though he were scum before padding alongside the tom and brushing herself up against him again, holding the contact a little longer this time. Oh, this was fun. And a game that she wasn't ending anytime soon. Not with her sister and the grumpy elder-apprentice around. "That was thrilling! The way you did that...for me? No one's...no one ever does anything like that for me." Alabasterpaw purred. She hadn't been completely lying. She did find the tom charming, and handsome; but she just wasn't interested. And this was another not-lie... no one had ever done something like that for her. She headed fowards, flicking her tail for the tom to follow.
　
Asterpaw pinned her ears back at the words of her sister, and then the tom. So they were just going to leave him here? Like that? She disliked him, sure-- but she didn't want to leave the half-dead apprentice alone. "Go ahead, lovebirds. Have fun." She mewed, and then in a lower voice, added-- "For as long as it lasts." She turned her attention to the half-choked tom that was before her, sitting down beside him and curling her tail around her paws, glancing over and her hues narrowed. "That was a stupid thing to do. Saying something like that? And she wasn't kidding, either-- she'll hurt you. Bad. Worse then this." She looked away, up at the sky, and didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. Nothing that she could think. All she wanted to do was pretend that the situation had never happened, and act as though everything were going to be alright, just like she had as a kit.

Brilliance

March 14th, 2017, 06:17 PM

The blue she cat hid a smile, not wanting to say-- or do-- anything that would upset her sister. She could tell that although what Alabasterpaw was doing was wrong, she was having a great time doing it and didn't want to disrupt the peaceful walk. It was pretty out here, anyways. Not as bad as she was making it out to be. The she cat cocked her head to the side as Azulpaw moved away from her, but reveled in her victory. At least he was gone. And that was what she was trying to do, right? Get rid of him. More room for her in the long run. At least, that was what she thought. The tip of her tail began to twitch back and forth at an alarmingly violent rate as she suddenly realized what he was trying to do-- and she was beginning to note that she didn't like this tom at all. Either of them, no matter what her sister said.
　
Alabasterpaw, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. Here she had this sweet, innocent, trusting tom-- her favorite victim-- and then his grumpy elder of a friend. Perfect for Ast, if she plays her cards right. The white feline thought, swishing her tail gently up against the tom every once in a while to keep his interest on her. Not that she needed any help. The poor thing was clearly smitten, watching her every move...though then again, who wasn't? She was perfect. As she had been told by her foster parent and siblings growing up. Because she was, and that was all there was to it. She had no idea what her Dad had looked like, but since there was another white cat and all the rest were the same blue as Asterpaw, she figured he had been a white cat. There must be one somewhere in their family. She looked surprised as Azulpaw suddenly appeared and began...complimenting her. Though Bluepaw looked none too happy about it. "Why, thank you! You're so sweet. Though not quite as sweet as my darling companion here," Alabasterpaw threw a sickeningly flirtatious smile in Bluepaw's direction.
　
Asterpaw was furious. No, she was beyond furious-- she was so angry she could have killed every cat in front of her, including her sister. What kind of a game was this tom playing? What was he doing to her? She put on a pleasant expression when Bluepaw looked back, however...there was no way she wanted that arrogant tom with her. At all. No way, no how. Asterpaw listened to her sister's words, and sank her claws into the dirt. What was wrong with her? What was she thinking? She was already causing a rift, wasn't she satisfied enough? But no, she had to go ahead and add jealousy to this little game of hers. Jealousy was one of Alabasterpaw's favorite tactics. And she tended to use a cat close to them to do it. Though Asterpaw was confident that it wouldn't work with the infuriating tom. She rolled her eyes at the tom's remark, obviously made to annoy her; but smiled and nodded, clenching her teeth and trying not to lash out at him. The words he spoke next made her blood boil. Much more of that and she would draw Alabasterpaw aside and kindly explain what she was doing.
　
Alabasterpaw laughed, a sparkly, light, airy sound. Oh, this was turning out to be fun! Much more interesting then she had anticipated. Good. She thought, glancing over towards her first companion. A slight wave of pity hit her, but then she ignored it; after all, she was a known player. "Oh no, don't send him away! I quite understand not wanting to hang out with my sister; such a bore, isn't she? And that dull coloring of her pelt-- not like yours, dear." She mewed, with a wink at the tom. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth, and she glanced back at her sister. She knew she was offending the feline, but what else could she do? Surely Azulpaw wasn't going to stand for her saying all this. She wasn't stupid; she knew he didn't like her. She knew he was playing with her, like she was with him. But at least her act was believable, unlike his words. They sounded so fake. Like he didn't mean them at all. Alabasterpaw laughed again, a higher pitched, sparkling laugh that made her sound like she would be the life of the party anywhere. "My, you are quite the charmer, aren't you! Ast, you should really talk to this young tom more; if you weren't so boring, that is." Alabasterpaw mewed, with a shrug and a flick of her tail before lightly nudging the tom. She shot a look over in Bluepaw's direction, seeing his anger, and tried to send him a message-- wait.
　
Asterpaw dug her claws into the earth again, stopping as her eyes narrowed. Her sister's words were horrible. Hurtful. All these moons, she had never known how her sister felt, but at least she did now. But the subtleties; the very, very subtle subtleties; showed her that Alabasterpaw was trying to help. She was constantly meddling in her sister's love life, even now...and Asterpaw was annoyed by it. And then, in a flash, it happened. Azulpaw went one step too far. She had known he would. There was always another step, a step that toms would take if they simply didn't like her or if they were trying to impress her, and she knew it. She watched and waited. knowing that any second now, Alabasterpaw was going to explode from her flirtatious state into her 'you messed with me' state. And that was a truly frightful sight.
　
The white feline stopped, and cocked her head to the side, almost as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing. And perhaps she couldn't; maybe that was the irony of it. For a moment, she stood completely still before bursting into laughter. He's crazy. Completely insane! He really thinks that? She thought, before her laughter stopped and her hues narrowed. She could barely hear the conversation from there, but she heard a sterner voice-- Bluepaw's-- and then a mocking tone. That was it. She was done. She was so done with playing games. "I do care about other cats. And I am not in my own lalaland. You know why I act like this, dear? Because I was left on my own. Because Asterpaw was the only cat who's ever cared about me before, and who hasn't just decided they need to move on. From me. So I might play around, but if you ever-- ever-- say something like that about me, or my sister again...you're going to find out who's playing around." She spoke in a low growl, her hues narrowed. This was a cat who was made from nightmares. A cat who wasn't messing around. She wasn't joking. She was completely serious, and that was what was part of what made her so dangerous. She was one of the most dangerous cats to encounter, and all because of her personality. She was a somewhat scary cat to encounter. Especially like this. And then it happened: one moment everything was grey and fuzzy, and the only thing she could see was the insulter, the next Bluepaw had pinned him to the ground and was choking him. For...her. Part of her was impressed, another part was flattered, and a third part was laughing. Of course this would happen. Why shouldn't it?
　
Asterpaw listened to her sister's words and nodded, smiling before she froze. The blood in her veins went cold. Everything in her was screaming at her to do something as the other tom was pinned to the ground by Alabasterpaw's admirer. This had happened before. Why, oh why hadn't she seen this coming? But she was here this time. She could have stopped it. That was what hurt so badly, that she could had seen this coming and could have stopped it. But she hadn't. "Stop!! You're killing him!!" She snapped, but she was rooted to the ground. Everything in her wanted to move, but she couldn't. She didn't want to handle this again. Death. Choking. Those words...in my head...get out!!!! Asterpaw thought, shaking her head violently, trying to rid herself of the fear-filled sight before her. It would be okay. It was going to be okay. He was getting off now...and the tom was alive.
　
At her sister's terrified scream, Alabasterpaw was stunned. What did she care? She didn't like this tom. Unless my mission was a success. She thought with a sneaky smile. Trust the sneaky feline to say something like that. Think something like that, anyways. She smiled at Bluepaw as he returned to her, casting a look at Azulpaw as though he were scum before padding alongside the tom and brushing herself up against him again, holding the contact a little longer this time. Oh, this was fun. And a game that she wasn't ending anytime soon. Not with her sister and the grumpy elder-apprentice around. "That was thrilling! The way you did that...for me? No one's...no one ever does anything like that for me." Alabasterpaw purred. She hadn't been completely lying. She did find the tom charming, and handsome; but she just wasn't interested. And this was another not-lie... no one had ever done something like that for her. She headed fowards, flicking her tail for the tom to follow.
　
Asterpaw pinned her ears back at the words of her sister, and then the tom. So they were just going to leave him here? Like that? She disliked him, sure-- but she didn't want to leave the half-dead apprentice alone. "Go ahead, lovebirds. Have fun." She mewed, and then in a lower voice, added-- "For as long as it lasts." She turned her attention to the half-choked tom that was before her, sitting down beside him and curling her tail around her paws, glancing over and her hues narrowed. "That was a stupid thing to do. Saying something like that? And she wasn't kidding, either-- she'll hurt you. Bad. Worse then this." She looked away, up at the sky, and didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. Nothing that she could think. All she wanted to do was pretend that the situation had never happened, and act as though everything were going to be alright, just like she had as a kit.

Azulpaw didn’t move a muscle. Only his ears twitched at the blue apprentice next to him. He gave a soft lick to his maw before replying, ‘’It’s not the first stupid thing that I committed because of my mouth,’’ He flickered his eyes towards her, ‘’I have no filter. As you can see.’’ He failed to laugh, having to cough instead. When the apprentice did decide to finally get up. He stretched his body full length, before sighing deeply.

Azulpaw let out a snort, finding her comment hilarious in his opinion. ‘’Hopefully she will do that. You know? Before Bluepaw beats her to it.’’ It was a light joke. At least to him it was light, but it held such a dark meaning to it. When Azulpaw stared down at his paws, he silently closed his eyes before opening them once more, and staring at the blue she-cat. ‘’Besides why didn’t you go with them? I know you can’t stand me.’’ He was feeling a little better now, and he actually found himself almost enjoying her company. Especially since she didn’t leave him. Yet, he knew that she only held pity for him. ‘’I would had caught up…’’He trailed off, knowing it was a lie. He probably would had gone off to find Silverpaw and see if he could hear the twittering of the birds.

Bluepaw felt redness go to his ears, and he felt pleasant at his female companion’s company. Although he did think about Azulpaw. After all, he did hurt him, and if it weren’t for Asterpaw’s scream, Bluepaw would had been consumed by darkness and killed his friend...over a she-cat. A she-cat that he only met a while ago!

He, Bluepaw, would had killed his best friend, his brother, his comrade all for a she-cat. This made the young tom glance at the she-cat next to him. He wondered if the decisions he were making were right. He didn’t know about her intentions--yet Azulpaw warned him, but Bluepaw didn’t listen. He didn’t have to.

The tom gently allowed his tail to brush Alabasterpaw’s side, loving the contact that the two shared. ‘’You know that I would do anything for you, Alabasterpaw. Anything at all.’’ He probably sounded smitten. Clingy. And, he was. He was smitten to this pretty she-cat. He definitely attacked his friend for her. Just because Azulpaw insulted her. He turned his head back to see if Azulpaw was following them. His ears perked when he realized that Asterpaw wasn’t with them either.

He snickered, ‘’It seems as if those two wanted to be left behind,’’ He turned his head to stare at Alabasterpaw once again, his sadness fading away for some odd reason. But yet, it still lingered. He knew Alabasterpaw got offended by Azulpaw’s comment. Which was another reason why he pinned the tom down. Bluepaw gently bumped into the female’s side, saying, ‘’Why would anyone want to leave you behind? They’re delusional. I thank Starclan that Asterpaw was there for you. The whole world owes you everything. Especially since you’ve been so sugary sweet.’’ Bluepaw wanted to bang his head on a tree as to why he ever said something cheesy like that. His bashful side was showing through because he couldn’t even look at Alabasterpaw, so he stared down at his paws as they moved along. He cleared his throat, ‘’I, um, I thought you should know. At least in my opinion.’’ He wondered if Alabasterpaw knew that she was truly special. In his opinion, she truly was.

Azulpaw desperately searched for a tree with his eyes. He didn’t want to feel vulnerable in the presence of others. He wanted to find an empty tree and climb up there for the rest of the day; hidden well under leaves and branches. He wondered if Bluepaw would notice his absence, and come to find him, but then he concluded that the piebald cat would stay with Alabasterpaw, and forget about him.

Yet, this blue cat still next to him was still NEXT to him. He wondered what tree she fell down in order to get a change of personality. Did she hit every branch along the way? He laughed in his head. When he got up, finally able to move around freely without the chance of breaking bones or feeling heavy that not only he just got pinned, but as well that he got humiliated. Azulpaw did not like being humiliated. Especially in front of others. It made him insecure. Something that he didn’t want others to know or hint about him. ‘’I think we should catch up to them.’’ He said, lowly. He didn’t want to follow them. He wanted to stay away as much as possible because he knew that it was three against one. Alabasterpaw would have his head, Bluepaw would join in, and surely Asterpaw would defend her sister at all costs. Azulpaw didn’t feel as if he belonged. Bluepaw constantly would tell him to stop being rude; mean; insensitive. Azulpaw didn’t think he meant to be that way.

‘’Or, you should. I don’t think,’’ He padded a few lengths away from the blue she-cat, ‘’that it would be best for me to tag along.’’ He felt like he was limping. He did note that when Bluepaw pinned him, the blue-eyes feline put a lot of pressure on his side, bending his paw a bit. His paw did hurt, but he knew the pain was subside within the next day.

Azulpaw stopped in his tracks, he turned his head slighly, his famous smirk displayed on his maw, ‘’And, thanks for your caring scream, sweetheart. Just this morning, you wanted to push me out of a tree.’’ He gave a low laugh. ‘’Could it be?...That I have grown on you?’’

There was so much that he wanted to ask her. He wanted to know how she felt at the words her sister had said. He wondered why she didn’t attack with venom, as she done with him. He wanted to ask her why she did it. Scream? For Bluepaw to stop? If she didn’t seem to care, wouldn’t she let it continue? He wanted to ask her a lot of things, but he was never the cat to instantly show that he liked someone. He did note that he did like her personality. She was constantly surprising him. In his opinion, she was somewhat like a feminine version of him, yet way worse.

Once again, he glanced back at her before he snorted and stalked away to see if he could find a nice spot to relax.

lone

March 15th, 2017, 01:27 PM

Azulpaw didn’t move a muscle. Only his ears twitched at the blue apprentice next to him. He gave a soft lick to his maw before replying, ‘’It’s not the first stupid thing that I committed because of my mouth,’’ He flickered his eyes towards her, ‘’I have no filter. As you can see.’’ He failed to laugh, having to cough instead. When the apprentice did decide to finally get up. He stretched his body full length, before sighing deeply.

Azulpaw let out a snort, finding her comment hilarious in his opinion. ‘’Hopefully she will do that. You know? Before Bluepaw beats her to it.’’ It was a light joke. At least to him it was light, but it held such a dark meaning to it. When Azulpaw stared down at his paws, he silently closed his eyes before opening them once more, and staring at the blue she-cat. ‘’Besides why didn’t you go with them? I know you can’t stand me.’’ He was feeling a little better now, and he actually found himself almost enjoying her company. Especially since she didn’t leave him. Yet, he knew that she only held pity for him. ‘’I would had caught up…’’He trailed off, knowing it was a lie. He probably would had gone off to find Silverpaw and see if he could hear the twittering of the birds.

Bluepaw felt redness go to his ears, and he felt pleasant at his female companion’s company. Although he did think about Azulpaw. After all, he did hurt him, and if it weren’t for Asterpaw’s scream, Bluepaw would had been consumed by darkness and killed his friend...over a she-cat. A she-cat that he only met a while ago!

He, Bluepaw, would had killed his best friend, his brother, his comrade all for a she-cat. This made the young tom glance at the she-cat next to him. He wondered if the decisions he were making were right. He didn’t know about her intentions--yet Azulpaw warned him, but Bluepaw didn’t listen. He didn’t have to.

The tom gently allowed his tail to brush Alabasterpaw’s side, loving the contact that the two shared. ‘’You know that I would do anything for you, Alabasterpaw. Anything at all.’’ He probably sounded smitten. Clingy. And, he was. He was smitten to this pretty she-cat. He definitely attacked his friend for her. Just because Azulpaw insulted her. He turned his head back to see if Azulpaw was following them. His ears perked when he realized that Asterpaw wasn’t with them either.

He snickered, ‘’It seems as if those two wanted to be left behind,’’ He turned his head to stare at Alabasterpaw once again, his sadness fading away for some odd reason. But yet, it still lingered. He knew Alabasterpaw got offended by Azulpaw’s comment. Which was another reason why he pinned the tom down. Bluepaw gently bumped into the female’s side, saying, ‘’Why would anyone want to leave you behind? They’re delusional. I thank Starclan that Asterpaw was there for you. The whole world owes you everything. Especially since you’ve been so sugary sweet.’’ Bluepaw wanted to bang his head on a tree as to why he ever said something cheesy like that. His bashful side was showing through because he couldn’t even look at Alabasterpaw, so he stared down at his paws as they moved along. He cleared his throat, ‘’I, um, I thought you should know. At least in my opinion.’’ He wondered if Alabasterpaw knew that she was truly special. In his opinion, she truly was.

Azulpaw desperately searched for a tree with his eyes. He didn’t want to feel vulnerable in the presence of others. He wanted to find an empty tree and climb up there for the rest of the day; hidden well under leaves and branches. He wondered if Bluepaw would notice his absence, and come to find him, but then he concluded that the piebald cat would stay with Alabasterpaw, and forget about him.

Yet, this blue cat still next to him was still NEXT to him. He wondered what tree she fell down in order to get a change of personality. Did she hit every branch along the way? He laughed in his head. When he got up, finally able to move around freely without the chance of breaking bones or feeling heavy that not only he just got pinned, but as well that he got humiliated. Azulpaw did not like being humiliated. Especially in front of others. It made him insecure. Something that he didn’t want others to know or hint about him. ‘’I think we should catch up to them.’’ He said, lowly. He didn’t want to follow them. He wanted to stay away as much as possible because he knew that it was three against one. Alabasterpaw would have his head, Bluepaw would join in, and surely Asterpaw would defend her sister at all costs. Azulpaw didn’t feel as if he belonged. Bluepaw constantly would tell him to stop being rude; mean; insensitive. Azulpaw didn’t think he meant to be that way.

‘’Or, you should. I don’t think,’’ He padded a few lengths away from the blue she-cat, ‘’that it would be best for me to tag along.’’ He felt like he was limping. He did note that when Bluepaw pinned him, the blue-eyes feline put a lot of pressure on his side, bending his paw a bit. His paw did hurt, but he knew the pain was subside within the next day.

Azulpaw stopped in his tracks, he turned his head slighly, his famous smirk displayed on his maw, ‘’And, thanks for your caring scream, sweetheart. Just this morning, you wanted to push me out of a tree.’’ He gave a low laugh. ‘’Could it be?...That I have grown on you?’’

There was so much that he wanted to ask her. He wanted to know how she felt at the words her sister had said. He wondered why she didn’t attack with venom, as she done with him. He wanted to ask her why she did it. Scream? For Bluepaw to stop? If she didn’t seem to care, wouldn’t she let it continue? He wanted to ask her a lot of things, but he was never the cat to instantly show that he liked someone. He did note that he did like her personality. She was constantly surprising him. In his opinion, she was somewhat like a feminine version of him, yet way worse.

Once again, he glanced back at her before he snorted and stalked away to see if he could find a nice spot to relax.

"It was still a stupid thing to do. Do you realize he could have killed you?" She snapped. She didn't really care about the tom as an individual. But death was something that had already held a very big part in her life, and she wasn't going to make room for more. She didn't want to. And she didn't have to, not in her opinion, anyways. Her eyes narrowed at his snort of laughter and she looked almost as though she were going to kill him herself, before her expression softened. "It's not a joke. Alli may act dumb sometimes, but she's very intelligent. And she'll play you until you either go insane or flip. Sometimes she just cracks you right away-- if there's one way to hurt you, she'll find it. She's just like that." Asterpaw shrugged, as though Alabasterpaw 'playing' another cat was just a fact of life. And for her, perhaps it was. She had grown up with this cat, after all. "Would you have preferred me to just leave you here?" The blue feline asked, a teasing note entering her tone, though it was almost impossible to hear through the harshness of it. She always had that same harsh note in her voice when speaking to the tom-- it was a way of guarding it, keeping stronger emotions from getting through. "Oh yes, I'm sure." She mewed sarcastically, the tip of her tail twitching as her hues glanced out across the plateau. Her sarcasm was obvious, though the note of concern that twinged in it was not as much so.
　
Alabasterpaw smiled at the tom, loving every second of the company. Oh sure, he had just nearly killed another cat for her-- so what? Just the type of mischief she caused-- the type of mischief that she loved to cause. A purr came from her chest and throat, rumbling in them for a second before she swished her tail back and forth in the most attractive way possible. She could see the hesitation entering his expression. Whoops. Perhaps a bit more concern at him hurting his friend would have been nice. she thought, realizing that her insensitivity was going to cost her this game. But at his next words, she calmed. Of course he wasn't going to leave, she was Alabasterpaw-- obviously she could have him for as long as she wanted. "You're very sweet." She mewed with a bright expression, though inside she could feel her stomach churning. Sometimes the white feline didn't like this part of the game. But this was the part where she was to raise his hopes up as much as possible so that they would positively shatter on the ground. And would she care? Well no, of course not...why should she? "Oh, I hope so. Asterpaw is always so reluctant when it comes to love; perhaps she's found her perfect match." Alabasterpaw smiled, the most cat-like one yet, and it seemed to symbolize her trickster heart. The white she cat was no pleasant feline, that was for sure...at times it seemed as though she were the exact opposite. Sometimes it was hard, realizing that she wasn't the nicest cat who had ever existed. But she didn't want to be, not if it meant she would have to give up her games and whims, give up all her dreaming nature and turn into some sort of a goody-two paws. "Yes, thank goodness for Ast. She's a dear, really. A little annoying sometimes, she tries to break up my fun, but she's a good girl. The very definition of a good girl." Alabasterpaw shrugged, and another catty smile came onto her maw. This cat was a manipulating professional, at least in SkyClan. She had never met another cat who had been able to twist the truth and change things to bend for them so well. Though, since she was a 'master manipulator' by her sister's definition, she might have been a little overly confident in her abilities. "Well thank you. And if it matters at all...I think you're a really great cat, Bluepaw. I've had a lot of fun." She mewed, the tip of her tail beginning to twitch back and forth again. Normally this was a sign that she was getting ready to say something flirtatious and sweet, but right now it was a sign of her nervousness and agitation. Things were starting to slow down. It wouldn't be long now; unless he did something soon, her interest was going to fade and her game would be over just as soon as it had begun. Though would Asterpaw care? Oh no, Asterpaw would be thrilled-- it would be Bluepaw who would be heartbroken, and then apparantly her sister would be the one to fix it.
　
Asterpaw looked up at the sky. She had always loved the sky...with it's brilliant blue coloring, and the clouds that drifted across it. And the birds-- the birds had always been something Asterpaw loved. Birds were beautiful things, but not quite as pretty as butterflies...she remembered chasing the brightly colored insects, laughing as Alabasterpaw chased after them with her. But they had both been kits then. She missed those days-- before this little game of Alabasterpaw's had started, and she had enlisted Asterpaw in it. Why, then, did she always feel like she had to get Asterpaw involved? She would introduce her to two cats, and then go off with one and leave her with the other. It was a rare occasion when Asterpaw would get the nicer, or the more good natured, or the better looking of the two. Alabasterpaw would always run off with that one, and then Asterpaw was left with the more...well...interesting of the two cats. And it seemed this time hadn't been any different. She could always catch up to her sister and that other tom-- Bluepaw? Yes, Bluepaw. But then she would have to listen to them talking, and that was something that she imagined would be almost as boring as sitting here right now. Besides, at least she had a good view of the clouds and butterflies, and birds flying through the sky. Though out of those three things, Asterpaw's eye always landed on the butterflies. They were wonderful memories of her kithood, and she was sure she would always love the brilliant colors that they sported. Why, then, did cats never get to have those beautiful colors? She cats, at least...she was sure Alabasterpaw would love to look like a butterfly, with colors of deep blue and brilliant purple. She would, at least. Her pelt was rather boring, and according to Alabasterpaw, so was she. "Oh, you mean my player of a sister and a near-murderer? No, I'd rather stay here with a jerk then go up there with the little lovebirds." She mewed. Asterpaw certainly didn't sugarcoat anything-- she said what she meant, and it was clear that her worry for the tom was beginning to wear off. She didn't really care about his welfare now, seeing as he was alive and the scare was over. She noted the limp, and once again, a flash of worry passed across her features. "Better be careful with that. You're going to hurt yourself more-- and as much as I would love to see that-- I would prefer the blame not to be on me." She shrugged as though she didn't really care, though her expression said otherwise. This was as close as Asterpaw could get to letting him know she did care...at least, as close as she could get without feeling like she was actually telling him. His next words sent a chill down her spine, and she looked as though she were about to slap him before stopping. No-- that was what he wanted. "I don't have to care about you to not want you to die. I don't care about every single cat in this Clan, but I don't want any of them to die." She shrugged again, an odd expression coming onto her features for just a moment before disappearing. Asterpaw watched him go, and then a few minutes later, she headed after him. Just to be sure he doesn't do something stupid, as I'm sure he will. she thought with a short laugh. She didn't really care about the tom-- at least, that was what she told herself. She couldn't. He was so arrogant, it made her sick-- no, Asterpaw didn't care at all.

Brilliance

March 15th, 2017, 03:09 PM

"It was still a stupid thing to do. Do you realize he could have killed you?" She snapped. She didn't really care about the tom as an individual. But death was something that had already held a very big part in her life, and she wasn't going to make room for more. She didn't want to. And she didn't have to, not in her opinion, anyways. Her eyes narrowed at his snort of laughter and she looked almost as though she were going to kill him herself, before her expression softened. "It's not a joke. Alli may act dumb sometimes, but she's very intelligent. And she'll play you until you either go insane or flip. Sometimes she just cracks you right away-- if there's one way to hurt you, she'll find it. She's just like that." Asterpaw shrugged, as though Alabasterpaw 'playing' another cat was just a fact of life. And for her, perhaps it was. She had grown up with this cat, after all. "Would you have preferred me to just leave you here?" The blue feline asked, a teasing note entering her tone, though it was almost impossible to hear through the harshness of it. She always had that same harsh note in her voice when speaking to the tom-- it was a way of guarding it, keeping stronger emotions from getting through. "Oh yes, I'm sure." She mewed sarcastically, the tip of her tail twitching as her hues glanced out across the plateau. Her sarcasm was obvious, though the note of concern that twinged in it was not as much so.
　
Alabasterpaw smiled at the tom, loving every second of the company. Oh sure, he had just nearly killed another cat for her-- so what? Just the type of mischief she caused-- the type of mischief that she loved to cause. A purr came from her chest and throat, rumbling in them for a second before she swished her tail back and forth in the most attractive way possible. She could see the hesitation entering his expression. Whoops. Perhaps a bit more concern at him hurting his friend would have been nice. she thought, realizing that her insensitivity was going to cost her this game. But at his next words, she calmed. Of course he wasn't going to leave, she was Alabasterpaw-- obviously she could have him for as long as she wanted. "You're very sweet." She mewed with a bright expression, though inside she could feel her stomach churning. Sometimes the white feline didn't like this part of the game. But this was the part where she was to raise his hopes up as much as possible so that they would positively shatter on the ground. And would she care? Well no, of course not...why should she? "Oh, I hope so. Asterpaw is always so reluctant when it comes to love; perhaps she's found her perfect match." Alabasterpaw smiled, the most cat-like one yet, and it seemed to symbolize her trickster heart. The white she cat was no pleasant feline, that was for sure...at times it seemed as though she were the exact opposite. Sometimes it was hard, realizing that she wasn't the nicest cat who had ever existed. But she didn't want to be, not if it meant she would have to give up her games and whims, give up all her dreaming nature and turn into some sort of a goody-two paws. "Yes, thank goodness for Ast. She's a dear, really. A little annoying sometimes, she tries to break up my fun, but she's a good girl. The very definition of a good girl." Alabasterpaw shrugged, and another catty smile came onto her maw. This cat was a manipulating professional, at least in SkyClan. She had never met another cat who had been able to twist the truth and change things to bend for them so well. Though, since she was a 'master manipulator' by her sister's definition, she might have been a little overly confident in her abilities. "Well thank you. And if it matters at all...I think you're a really great cat, Bluepaw. I've had a lot of fun." She mewed, the tip of her tail beginning to twitch back and forth again. Normally this was a sign that she was getting ready to say something flirtatious and sweet, but right now it was a sign of her nervousness and agitation. Things were starting to slow down. It wouldn't be long now; unless he did something soon, her interest was going to fade and her game would be over just as soon as it had begun. Though would Asterpaw care? Oh no, Asterpaw would be thrilled-- it would be Bluepaw who would be heartbroken, and then apparantly her sister would be the one to fix it.
　
Asterpaw looked up at the sky. She had always loved the sky...with it's brilliant blue coloring, and the clouds that drifted across it. And the birds-- the birds had always been something Asterpaw loved. Birds were beautiful things, but not quite as pretty as butterflies...she remembered chasing the brightly colored insects, laughing as Alabasterpaw chased after them with her. But they had both been kits then. She missed those days-- before this little game of Alabasterpaw's had started, and she had enlisted Asterpaw in it. Why, then, did she always feel like she had to get Asterpaw involved? She would introduce her to two cats, and then go off with one and leave her with the other. It was a rare occasion when Asterpaw would get the nicer, or the more good natured, or the better looking of the two. Alabasterpaw would always run off with that one, and then Asterpaw was left with the more...well...interesting of the two cats. And it seemed this time hadn't been any different. She could always catch up to her sister and that other tom-- Bluepaw? Yes, Bluepaw. But then she would have to listen to them talking, and that was something that she imagined would be almost as boring as sitting here right now. Besides, at least she had a good view of the clouds and butterflies, and birds flying through the sky. Though out of those three things, Asterpaw's eye always landed on the butterflies. They were wonderful memories of her kithood, and she was sure she would always love the brilliant colors that they sported. Why, then, did cats never get to have those beautiful colors? She cats, at least...she was sure Alabasterpaw would love to look like a butterfly, with colors of deep blue and brilliant purple. She would, at least. Her pelt was rather boring, and according to Alabasterpaw, so was she. "Oh, you mean my player of a sister and a near-murderer? No, I'd rather stay here with a jerk then go up there with the little lovebirds." She mewed. Asterpaw certainly didn't sugarcoat anything-- she said what she meant, and it was clear that her worry for the tom was beginning to wear off. She didn't really care about his welfare now, seeing as he was alive and the scare was over. She noted the limp, and once again, a flash of worry passed across her features. "Better be careful with that. You're going to hurt yourself more-- and as much as I would love to see that-- I would prefer the blame not to be on me." She shrugged as though she didn't really care, though her expression said otherwise. This was as close as Asterpaw could get to letting him know she did care...at least, as close as she could get without feeling like she was actually telling him. His next words sent a chill down her spine, and she looked as though she were about to slap him before stopping. No-- that was what he wanted. "I don't have to care about you to not want you to die. I don't care about every single cat in this Clan, but I don't want any of them to die." She shrugged again, an odd expression coming onto her features for just a moment before disappearing. Asterpaw watched him go, and then a few minutes later, she headed after him. Just to be sure he doesn't do something stupid, as I'm sure he will. she thought with a short laugh. She didn't really care about the tom-- at least, that was what she told herself. She couldn't. He was so arrogant, it made her sick-- no, Asterpaw didn't care at all.

Azulpaw stopped in his tracks, his eyes glancing over to the female in back of him. He was stunned that she had followed him, and he figured that he couldn’t shake her off no matter how much he tried. Though he found her presence a bit pleasant. A look flashed through his eyes before they came back their striking dull yellow, and he looked ahead of him once again. ‘’Wouldn’t it just be a blessing to just be hurt more than I’m already am? I’m numb at this point, sweetheart. What more could someone do to hurt me?’’ His voice was light-toned, but held a edgy sense to it. He limped on, putting more pressure on his left side. Maybe he wanted to rid the pain quicker. Or, he wanted to feel the pain much more.

‘’Besides, I didn’t ask for you to care about me. But, if I do die, please do care. Come to my funeral and make sure you bring some pretty flowers as well.’’ He mocked playfully. Too much pressure, and he winced at the sudden shock of pain. ‘’But, I have to admit, sweetpea. Bluepaw did aim right for me! He was always better in the fighting rink anyway.’’ He chuckled and limped on.

Bluepaw let out a soft chuckle at seeing his female companion’s movement. Though he was mesmerized by them, he felt as if she were hiding some type of secret. He knew that it had to be Azulpaw messing with his mind, which made Bluepaw skeptical about the decisions he made around Alabasterpaw. He shook the thoughts from his head, and he stared at the pretty feline before him once again. ‘’Asterpaw seems very nice. She’s a great sister! It’d be nice to get to know her more.’’ He glanced back with a smile. Though he didn’t give himself a chance to get to know Asterpaw--being too tranced by her lovely sister-- he thought she would make a great friend. And, an even greater companion for Azulpaw. ‘’Azulpaw? Seriously? I didn’t think he’d have a type. He thinks she-cats are a waste of time.’’ He shrugged. ‘’But if Asterpaw could crack the heart of Azulpaw, it’d be the day!’’ The blue-eyed tom laughed. He never imagined Azulpaw to fall in love. It took him long enough to be friends with Silverpaw, and he’s always annoyed with her antics. Though she’s younger than the both of them, the little she-cat played more as irritable little sister than a friend to Azulpaw. Bluepaw had to remind himself to give her apology for acting that way towards her. He definitely had to apologize to Azulpaw, but as of the moment. He only cared about Alabasterpaw. And, to show that his attention was on her truly. He quickly dashed to a nearby flower bed, and snatched some in his mouth. Though the move was cheesy, he hoped that the she-cat adored flowers. At least most she-cat did, but Alabasterpaw was not just any she-cat. She was definitely very special. To him. Forever and always.

Bluepaw dropped the flowers gently at her paws, and he brought up his face, accidentally brushing his nose against hers. He jumped away quickly, fearing that she would snap at him for invading her personal space. ‘’I-I-I’m sorry!’’ He shrieked. ‘’It was an accident.’’ He could feel the tip of his ears go red and his entire body temperature rise.

Azulpaw stopped once again, tired of the pain in his side. He looked back at Asterpaw, remembering how she was enticed by the sky above them. Azulpaw, as well, adored the sky. He adored the small critters. He adored everything about nature, and he wondered if Asterpaw felt the same way. But now she was following him, and he wondered why. If she didn’t care much about him, why did she feel the need to hurt herself more? Knowing that he would be thorn that she could never pull out her paw. Then again, that’s how he felt about her. She was a thorn in his paw. That hurted him more than the limp Bluepaw caused.

Most likely when they’re warriors he would be able to figure this female out. Then again, would they even be friends? Friends!? Azulpaw shook his head. They were definitely NOT friends. More so annoyed with each other, and that was fine by him. But, he still wondered if they would at least be still talking once they received their warrior names. He wondered if she’d mellow down. Or if he’d mellow down. He already assumed that Alabasterpaw would be on her next victim by that time, and Bluepaw would go through heartbreak. Then again, Bluepaw would probably move on quickly. Even though this was faint to happen. Azulpaw could see the lust...the love in his friend’s eyes that it made him want to throw up every meal he had. ‘’Which ones are your favorite?’’ He asked the blue feline. ‘’Butterflies, I mean.’’ He decided he would be nice...he didn’t know how long it would last, but it was better than being truly mean all the time. Even though his snappy remarks will always make their presence known. It was embedded in him to act such a way. He didn’t know why. It just was.

‘’I really like the Lycaenidae. They’re a bright beautiful color of blue. You just got to sit down and watch them for as long as they’re there.’’ He sighed longingly.

lone

March 16th, 2017, 11:16 AM

Azulpaw stopped in his tracks, his eyes glancing over to the female in back of him. He was stunned that she had followed him, and he figured that he couldn’t shake her off no matter how much he tried. Though he found her presence a bit pleasant. A look flashed through his eyes before they came back their striking dull yellow, and he looked ahead of him once again. ‘’Wouldn’t it just be a blessing to just be hurt more than I’m already am? I’m numb at this point, sweetheart. What more could someone do to hurt me?’’ His voice was light-toned, but held a edgy sense to it. He limped on, putting more pressure on his left side. Maybe he wanted to rid the pain quicker. Or, he wanted to feel the pain much more.

‘’Besides, I didn’t ask for you to care about me. But, if I do die, please do care. Come to my funeral and make sure you bring some pretty flowers as well.’’ He mocked playfully. Too much pressure, and he winced at the sudden shock of pain. ‘’But, I have to admit, sweetpea. Bluepaw did aim right for me! He was always better in the fighting rink anyway.’’ He chuckled and limped on.

Bluepaw let out a soft chuckle at seeing his female companion’s movement. Though he was mesmerized by them, he felt as if she were hiding some type of secret. He knew that it had to be Azulpaw messing with his mind, which made Bluepaw skeptical about the decisions he made around Alabasterpaw. He shook the thoughts from his head, and he stared at the pretty feline before him once again. ‘’Asterpaw seems very nice. She’s a great sister! It’d be nice to get to know her more.’’ He glanced back with a smile. Though he didn’t give himself a chance to get to know Asterpaw--being too tranced by her lovely sister-- he thought she would make a great friend. And, an even greater companion for Azulpaw. ‘’Azulpaw? Seriously? I didn’t think he’d have a type. He thinks she-cats are a waste of time.’’ He shrugged. ‘’But if Asterpaw could crack the heart of Azulpaw, it’d be the day!’’ The blue-eyed tom laughed. He never imagined Azulpaw to fall in love. It took him long enough to be friends with Silverpaw, and he’s always annoyed with her antics. Though she’s younger than the both of them, the little she-cat played more as irritable little sister than a friend to Azulpaw. Bluepaw had to remind himself to give her apology for acting that way towards her. He definitely had to apologize to Azulpaw, but as of the moment. He only cared about Alabasterpaw. And, to show that his attention was on her truly. He quickly dashed to a nearby flower bed, and snatched some in his mouth. Though the move was cheesy, he hoped that the she-cat adored flowers. At least most she-cat did, but Alabasterpaw was not just any she-cat. She was definitely very special. To him. Forever and always.

Bluepaw dropped the flowers gently at her paws, and he brought up his face, accidentally brushing his nose against hers. He jumped away quickly, fearing that she would snap at him for invading her personal space. ‘’I-I-I’m sorry!’’ He shrieked. ‘’It was an accident.’’ He could feel the tip of his ears go red and his entire body temperature rise.

Azulpaw stopped once again, tired of the pain in his side. He looked back at Asterpaw, remembering how she was enticed by the sky above them. Azulpaw, as well, adored the sky. He adored the small critters. He adored everything about nature, and he wondered if Asterpaw felt the same way. But now she was following him, and he wondered why. If she didn’t care much about him, why did she feel the need to hurt herself more? Knowing that he would be thorn that she could never pull out her paw. Then again, that’s how he felt about her. She was a thorn in his paw. That hurted him more than the limp Bluepaw caused.

Most likely when they’re warriors he would be able to figure this female out. Then again, would they even be friends? Friends!? Azulpaw shook his head. They were definitely NOT friends. More so annoyed with each other, and that was fine by him. But, he still wondered if they would at least be still talking once they received their warrior names. He wondered if she’d mellow down. Or if he’d mellow down. He already assumed that Alabasterpaw would be on her next victim by that time, and Bluepaw would go through heartbreak. Then again, Bluepaw would probably move on quickly. Even though this was faint to happen. Azulpaw could see the lust...the love in his friend’s eyes that it made him want to throw up every meal he had. ‘’Which ones are your favorite?’’ He asked the blue feline. ‘’Butterflies, I mean.’’ He decided he would be nice...he didn’t know how long it would last, but it was better than being truly mean all the time. Even though his snappy remarks will always make their presence known. It was embedded in him to act such a way. He didn’t know why. It just was.

‘’I really like the Lycaenidae. They’re a bright beautiful color of blue. You just got to sit down and watch them for as long as they’re there.’’ He sighed longingly.

The blue feline's own hues flashed with frustration at his words. Even though she didn't necessarily want to admit it, she had cared...almost too much to say anything. And she didn't want him to know it, because she didn't want that stuck up tom to start laughing. He probably wouldn't believe her, anyways...but she definitely didn't want to take the risk that he would. "Okay. For one thing, do not call me sweetheart; and for another, it could definitely be worse. Like, way worse." She mewed, her hues narrowing. She'd seen much worse injuries inflicted; and was beginning to wonder if this cat was faking it. He was putting more weight on the injured side, that was for sure...and a flash of worry passed across Asterpaw's features. He was going to hurt himself more. Oh well. I won't be blamed for it. she shrugged.
　
His next words brought a look of disgust to her features and she stared at him as Alabasterpaw had; as though he were scum. The resemblance between the two was brought out most in that moment; plus, their eyes were the same color...same builds...just different types of fur. Asterpaw raised her head, in the most regal way she could-- and for a moment, she looked very similar to a leader-- and then burst out laughing, stumbling sideways, unable to keep her balance from laughing so hard. After she was through, her expression became that of a cat who had something to say. Though the teasing gleam in her hues said otherwise. "Oh yes, I'll come to your funeral and make sure to bring the most beautiful flowers I can find. And then I'll have Alli apologize five thousand times. Will that please you?" She asked, her hues snapping as though she were about to crack under the strain of her anger mixed up with sarcasm.
　
The white she cat stopped, forgetting herself for a moment. Asterpaw? Nice to get to know her more? What hold did the blue she cat have over this tom? Was Asterpaw secretly planning to take her fun away? No-- now she was just jumping to conclusions. Asterpaw wouldn't do that, heh...she thought, her white tail swishing back and forth as she continued onwards, though there was a lump in her throat. Once she could speak again, she began to reply. "Oh, Ast's a wonderful cat." Ruins my fun, but she's a wonderful cat. "She takes such an interest in birds, and butterflies...and the sky, the poor thing." Just sits there staring at it. What's so interesting about that? "She doesn't have too much of an interest in toms, though." And yet for some reason she's always 'helping' the toms I hurt. "Maybe someday the two of you could hang out, and I'll get to know your little friend....uh.... Azulpaw." She mewed, feeling the slightest bit embarassed that she hadn't remembered the tom's name.
　
It showed her ignorance and that she didn't care much about what Bluepaw cared about, though seeing as this was the same cat he had half-choked to death...she figured things would be fine. Alabasterpaw's hues were fixed straight ahead and she hardly heard his words, though a smile appeared on her maw anyways. "Yes...I imagine so," She mewed somewhat absentmindedly. Her interest was fading. It looked as though the climax had come and gone, and now it was time for the grand finale-- her getting rid of this tom and moving on. Perhaps his best friend would suffice. Though since he had been the one warning Bluepaw, Alabasterpaw sincerely doubted that he would give her a single thought. But at the next moment, the tom had disappeared-- and before the white feline could process what must have happened-- he was dropping flowers at her paws.
　
A look of surprise, followed by the utmost gentleness spread across Alabasterpaw's features, before his nose brushed hers. No matter how many times that had happened, warmth always spread all over Alabasterpaw's body-- a pleasant warmth, comfortable, like the sun in newleaf. Not unpleasant at all. "Don't worry about it. These are lovely flowers, by the way-- how did you know they were my favorites?" She asked, looking down at the flowers as though they were the first she had ever recieved. They weren't, of course-- but Alabasterpaw was one tricky feline.
　
Asterpaw was beginning to wonder if this tom was ever going to sincerely thank her. She had stopped his friend from killing him. Didn't that deserve at least a little recognition? Then again, she stopped herself quickly-- it was okay with her if he didn't want to acknowledge what she had done, she didn't need it. It might result in them becoming friends, which Asterpaw wasn't quite sure whether she liked or loathed the idea of. Probably the latter. She thought, the tip of her tail beginning to twitch back and forth in aggravation. Why was this tom so infuriating? Why couldn't he be one of those cats who was friendly, and sweet, and kind, and never caused any trouble? Did it have to be that he was annoying? Probably, some cats were just like that. Never able to be friendly. Though she wasn't judging, of course... she herself was amazingly like "those cats."
　
His question caught her off guard and for a moment, all she could do was stand there and shift her weight, looking as though she would like to slap him but wasn't quite sure how to go about it. Finally, she sighed and looked down at her paws. "Swallowtails. The swallowtail butterfly-- I don't know what your Mom called them, but that's what mine always said. Y'know, those pretty yellow ones...they look like miniature rays of sunshine." I think. Maybe they are, maybe StarClan takes rays of sunshine and brings them down here for us Clan cats to enjoy. Asterpaw thought, looking up at the sun. She had always loved the thought of that, and even as she grew up, she would refuse to listen to anything else. In her mind, that was what they were.

Brilliance

March 16th, 2017, 01:27 PM

The blue feline's own hues flashed with frustration at his words. Even though she didn't necessarily want to admit it, she had cared...almost too much to say anything. And she didn't want him to know it, because she didn't want that stuck up tom to start laughing. He probably wouldn't believe her, anyways...but she definitely didn't want to take the risk that he would. "Okay. For one thing, do not call me sweetheart; and for another, it could definitely be worse. Like, way worse." She mewed, her hues narrowing. She'd seen much worse injuries inflicted; and was beginning to wonder if this cat was faking it. He was putting more weight on the injured side, that was for sure...and a flash of worry passed across Asterpaw's features. He was going to hurt himself more. Oh well. I won't be blamed for it. she shrugged.
　
His next words brought a look of disgust to her features and she stared at him as Alabasterpaw had; as though he were scum. The resemblance between the two was brought out most in that moment; plus, their eyes were the same color...same builds...just different types of fur. Asterpaw raised her head, in the most regal way she could-- and for a moment, she looked very similar to a leader-- and then burst out laughing, stumbling sideways, unable to keep her balance from laughing so hard. After she was through, her expression became that of a cat who had something to say. Though the teasing gleam in her hues said otherwise. "Oh yes, I'll come to your funeral and make sure to bring the most beautiful flowers I can find. And then I'll have Alli apologize five thousand times. Will that please you?" She asked, her hues snapping as though she were about to crack under the strain of her anger mixed up with sarcasm.
　
The white she cat stopped, forgetting herself for a moment. Asterpaw? Nice to get to know her more? What hold did the blue she cat have over this tom? Was Asterpaw secretly planning to take her fun away? No-- now she was just jumping to conclusions. Asterpaw wouldn't do that, heh...she thought, her white tail swishing back and forth as she continued onwards, though there was a lump in her throat. Once she could speak again, she began to reply. "Oh, Ast's a wonderful cat." Ruins my fun, but she's a wonderful cat. "She takes such an interest in birds, and butterflies...and the sky, the poor thing." Just sits there staring at it. What's so interesting about that? "She doesn't have too much of an interest in toms, though." And yet for some reason she's always 'helping' the toms I hurt. "Maybe someday the two of you could hang out, and I'll get to know your little friend....uh.... Azulpaw." She mewed, feeling the slightest bit embarassed that she hadn't remembered the tom's name.
　
It showed her ignorance and that she didn't care much about what Bluepaw cared about, though seeing as this was the same cat he had half-choked to death...she figured things would be fine. Alabasterpaw's hues were fixed straight ahead and she hardly heard his words, though a smile appeared on her maw anyways. "Yes...I imagine so," She mewed somewhat absentmindedly. Her interest was fading. It looked as though the climax had come and gone, and now it was time for the grand finale-- her getting rid of this tom and moving on. Perhaps his best friend would suffice. Though since he had been the one warning Bluepaw, Alabasterpaw sincerely doubted that he would give her a single thought. But at the next moment, the tom had disappeared-- and before the white feline could process what must have happened-- he was dropping flowers at her paws.
　
A look of surprise, followed by the utmost gentleness spread across Alabasterpaw's features, before his nose brushed hers. No matter how many times that had happened, warmth always spread all over Alabasterpaw's body-- a pleasant warmth, comfortable, like the sun in newleaf. Not unpleasant at all. "Don't worry about it. These are lovely flowers, by the way-- how did you know they were my favorites?" She asked, looking down at the flowers as though they were the first she had ever recieved. They weren't, of course-- but Alabasterpaw was one tricky feline.
　
Asterpaw was beginning to wonder if this tom was ever going to sincerely thank her. She had stopped his friend from killing him. Didn't that deserve at least a little recognition? Then again, she stopped herself quickly-- it was okay with her if he didn't want to acknowledge what she had done, she didn't need it. It might result in them becoming friends, which Asterpaw wasn't quite sure whether she liked or loathed the idea of. Probably the latter. She thought, the tip of her tail beginning to twitch back and forth in aggravation. Why was this tom so infuriating? Why couldn't he be one of those cats who was friendly, and sweet, and kind, and never caused any trouble? Did it have to be that he was annoying? Probably, some cats were just like that. Never able to be friendly. Though she wasn't judging, of course... she herself was amazingly like "those cats."
　
His question caught her off guard and for a moment, all she could do was stand there and shift her weight, looking as though she would like to slap him but wasn't quite sure how to go about it. Finally, she sighed and looked down at her paws. "Swallowtails. The swallowtail butterfly-- I don't know what your Mom called them, but that's what mine always said. Y'know, those pretty yellow ones...they look like miniature rays of sunshine." I think. Maybe they are, maybe StarClan takes rays of sunshine and brings them down here for us Clan cats to enjoy. Asterpaw thought, looking up at the sun. She had always loved the thought of that, and even as she grew up, she would refuse to listen to anything else. In her mind, that was what they were.

Alabasterpaw’s words sang music to Bluepaw’s ears as he twitched them with a smile on his maw. ‘’I’m sure Azulpaw will warm up to you!’’ He said, excitedly. He did want his new friend and his best friend to get along. Even if Azulpaw was the pick of a thorn, he knew the grey cat was friendly when someone got to know him on a deeper level. ‘’I think that Asterpaw and I could get along---maybe--but if she’s anything like Azulpaw...that would take awhile. She seems tough.’’ The blue-eyed cat pinned his ears down to his head in a playful manner. There was something that did strike his interest about the blue she-cat. Even though he wasn’t interesting in her. She always seem to be following after his grumpy best friend, though it was highly sensed that she didn’t like the grey tom at all. Bluepaw did, however, find Asterpaw pretty. Probably even as attractive to Alabasterpaw, but he was more into the feline next to him. She scent butterflies wavering in his stomach. And, for some odd reason he sensed his time was near whenever she was ready to leave. After all, it was inevitable for it to happen. She could have any tom in the clan--in the world!--yet she gave him her undivided attention. He appreciated that.

‘’No problem. I’m sure you get flowers all the time.’’ Bluepaw flicked his tail, and he stared at the alabaster colored she-cat in front of him. His mind ran blank, and he felt as if he were floating on cloud nine. However could he let a female hold him down for this long? He was never the one to enter the relationship--being shy in that corner for some odd reason, but he wasn’t afraid to display his affection. It happened multiple times before. Some resulted in positive actions--yet others...not so much.

‘’But something does bother me, Alabasterpaw…’’Bluepaw trailed off thinking--believing what Azulpaw was telling him. He didn’t want to. He didn’t need to, but it was on his mind for the longest. He protected Alabasterpaw. He almost killed friend for her. ‘’What is that you’re seeking?’’ He wondered what she wanted to find to satiate her desires. He wanted to know what kept her satisfied. Was it anything at all?

Azulpaw mumbled something unclear under his breath at the blue she-cat. He rolled his eyes at her answer, which came off as somewhat uncaring and monotonous. If she thought he was hard to deal with, have she tried being him? Handling the likes of her? It was never good for two stubborn, headstrong cats to be nice to each other. Especially since they didn’t really like each other. Not that they resented each other either. But, he figured that the she-cat might be growing on him--a little bit. Not even a little bit. But it was hardly there to even be considered the amount!

Azulpaw twitched his ears in mocked playfulness, remembering what she said earlier. He was sardonically happy that she found him entertaining. He definitely found teasing her the highlight of his day. ‘’Well, I only call it as I see it.’’ He flashed his yellow hues towards her. ‘’You’re just a sweetheart, darling. I can’t help it.’’ He teased.

He gave a quick glance at the sky, wondering if Silverpaw was still at his favorite tree with the birds. He would limp all the way there, but he feared of being bothered by Asterpaw constantly--like he was now. Yet, he was somewhat comfortable around her. She wasn’t that bad. When she wasn’t talking much, that was. ‘’What do you mean what my mom called them?’’ He took a quick glance at her giving her an odd look. ‘’Aren’t that’s what they’re called? Swallowtails?’’ He rolled his eyes. ‘’But, they are pretty. I’ll give you that. Most butterflies are. And birds,’’ He sighed longingly, thinking of the pretty singing birds. ‘’They are extremely pretty. I don’t see how come cats hunt them as food. If anything, they’re singing help with depression and lonesome.’’ He gave a light-hearted shrug, but even that hurt. Not from physical pain, but a pain internally opened from wounds that never closed.

The grey cat perked his ears, and cleared his throat. ‘’Have you ever seen fireflies? They come out during silverpelt…’’He stopped, his voice trailing off. Why was he talking to her as if she were some old friend? He recounted in the past when they were young kits how Bluekit and him, then Azulkit would run after the light bugs, following their trail under a silverpelt gleaming night. Everything was fun and care-free back then. Then...they grew up. Azulpaw became serious. Bluepaw became unintentionally flirty in a naive way. The poor cat…

Azulpaw didn’t know what to classify the blue she-cat as of now. He noted that she wasn’t that horrible to be around. She was fun to tease, however, and he liked to get under her fur as much as he could. He cleared his throat once again, ‘’But anywho,’’ He paused, trying to find a topic conversation where they would usually bicker. His guard was a bit down before the female, believing she wasn’t as harmful. Her words punctured him, but he wouldn’t let that show. He didn’t care what she thought of him. He knew she couldn’t stand him. ‘’Swallowtails are definitely miniature rays of sunshine, like you are,’’ he feigned an innocent smile her way, before adding, ‘’Well, you could be. Maybe lose that monotonous attitude of yours and stop being so annoying,’’ He stopped, his eyes narrowing into playful slits, ‘’...sweetheart.’’

lone

March 16th, 2017, 04:47 PM

Alabasterpaw’s words sang music to Bluepaw’s ears as he twitched them with a smile on his maw. ‘’I’m sure Azulpaw will warm up to you!’’ He said, excitedly. He did want his new friend and his best friend to get along. Even if Azulpaw was the pick of a thorn, he knew the grey cat was friendly when someone got to know him on a deeper level. ‘’I think that Asterpaw and I could get along---maybe--but if she’s anything like Azulpaw...that would take awhile. She seems tough.’’ The blue-eyed cat pinned his ears down to his head in a playful manner. There was something that did strike his interest about the blue she-cat. Even though he wasn’t interesting in her. She always seem to be following after his grumpy best friend, though it was highly sensed that she didn’t like the grey tom at all. Bluepaw did, however, find Asterpaw pretty. Probably even as attractive to Alabasterpaw, but he was more into the feline next to him. She scent butterflies wavering in his stomach. And, for some odd reason he sensed his time was near whenever she was ready to leave. After all, it was inevitable for it to happen. She could have any tom in the clan--in the world!--yet she gave him her undivided attention. He appreciated that.

‘’No problem. I’m sure you get flowers all the time.’’ Bluepaw flicked his tail, and he stared at the alabaster colored she-cat in front of him. His mind ran blank, and he felt as if he were floating on cloud nine. However could he let a female hold him down for this long? He was never the one to enter the relationship--being shy in that corner for some odd reason, but he wasn’t afraid to display his affection. It happened multiple times before. Some resulted in positive actions--yet others...not so much.

‘’But something does bother me, Alabasterpaw…’’Bluepaw trailed off thinking--believing what Azulpaw was telling him. He didn’t want to. He didn’t need to, but it was on his mind for the longest. He protected Alabasterpaw. He almost killed friend for her. ‘’What is that you’re seeking?’’ He wondered what she wanted to find to satiate her desires. He wanted to know what kept her satisfied. Was it anything at all?

Azulpaw mumbled something unclear under his breath at the blue she-cat. He rolled his eyes at her answer, which came off as somewhat uncaring and monotonous. If she thought he was hard to deal with, have she tried being him? Handling the likes of her? It was never good for two stubborn, headstrong cats to be nice to each other. Especially since they didn’t really like each other. Not that they resented each other either. But, he figured that the she-cat might be growing on him--a little bit. Not even a little bit. But it was hardly there to even be considered the amount!

Azulpaw twitched his ears in mocked playfulness, remembering what she said earlier. He was sardonically happy that she found him entertaining. He definitely found teasing her the highlight of his day. ‘’Well, I only call it as I see it.’’ He flashed his yellow hues towards her. ‘’You’re just a sweetheart, darling. I can’t help it.’’ He teased.

He gave a quick glance at the sky, wondering if Silverpaw was still at his favorite tree with the birds. He would limp all the way there, but he feared of being bothered by Asterpaw constantly--like he was now. Yet, he was somewhat comfortable around her. She wasn’t that bad. When she wasn’t talking much, that was. ‘’What do you mean what my mom called them?’’ He took a quick glance at her giving her an odd look. ‘’Aren’t that’s what they’re called? Swallowtails?’’ He rolled his eyes. ‘’But, they are pretty. I’ll give you that. Most butterflies are. And birds,’’ He sighed longingly, thinking of the pretty singing birds. ‘’They are extremely pretty. I don’t see how come cats hunt them as food. If anything, they’re singing help with depression and lonesome.’’ He gave a light-hearted shrug, but even that hurt. Not from physical pain, but a pain internally opened from wounds that never closed.

The grey cat perked his ears, and cleared his throat. ‘’Have you ever seen fireflies? They come out during silverpelt…’’He stopped, his voice trailing off. Why was he talking to her as if she were some old friend? He recounted in the past when they were young kits how Bluekit and him, then Azulkit would run after the light bugs, following their trail under a silverpelt gleaming night. Everything was fun and care-free back then. Then...they grew up. Azulpaw became serious. Bluepaw became unintentionally flirty in a naive way. The poor cat…

Azulpaw didn’t know what to classify the blue she-cat as of now. He noted that she wasn’t that horrible to be around. She was fun to tease, however, and he liked to get under her fur as much as he could. He cleared his throat once again, ‘’But anywho,’’ He paused, trying to find a topic conversation where they would usually bicker. His guard was a bit down before the female, believing she wasn’t as harmful. Her words punctured him, but he wouldn’t let that show. He didn’t care what she thought of him. He knew she couldn’t stand him. ‘’Swallowtails are definitely miniature rays of sunshine, like you are,’’ he feigned an innocent smile her way, before adding, ‘’Well, you could be. Maybe lose that monotonous attitude of yours and stop being so annoying,’’ He stopped, his eyes narrowing into playful slits, ‘’...sweetheart.’’
The white she cat nodded. "She's pretty tough. She's really into 'earning trust' and 'proving yourself,'" She explained with a look of annoyance. One thing was certain; Alabasterpaw herself didn't think much of it. She looked almost as though she would rather have a sister who threw herself ahead blindly, but she knew that wasn't the type of cat Asterpaw was. "As for Azulpaw warming up to me...I hate to disagree with you, but I doubt that he will." Her expression twisted into a more worried one. It wasn't the most flattering of looks, but the feline knew that she was speaking the truth here. And even if he does, I doubt I will. I don't like him much. She thought with a twitch of her tail. She really wasn't a fan of the blue tom. He reminded her too much of Asterpaw, and she saw enough of her sister during the day. She didn't need another one swarming around her, talking about 'trust' and 'lies' and stuff like that. Boring things that made Alabasterpaw feel like she could yawn herself to death. Truth be told, the feline was exhausted-- and had been for a while now. She was tired of her act, though she loved it at the same time...and tired of trying to act as though she were someone else. She wanted to be herself, not a fake version of herself-- or was this who she was? It had been so long, the white feline wasn't sure. Her tail swished back and forth gracefully, hues gleaming almost worriedly as she glanced over at the tom, almost silently questioning him. It was making her nervous, the way that the tom seemed to care about her.
　
What was he going to do when she told him the truth? About what was really going on? Would he be angry with her, or would he understand? Judging by how devoted he seemed, she guessed the former. He would be angry. But Alabasterpaw wouldn't care, oh no-- she would get over the yelling, and the heartbreak? Well, on her side, it would be non-existent and on his side...it wasn't her problem, now was it? "Oh no, I really don't. You're the first tom to give me flowers in...a long time." The female had to hesitate for a while, as though she were thinking about it, although in reality this had become a carefully rehearsed script. Over and over again she had spoken the same words, and over and over again the tom had bought them. Never before had she been questioned about her intentions, which was why she was so surprised when he asked her. For a moment, her eyes opened wide in shock and she looked as though she were going to cry. She felt as though she were going to cry. "I...I..." She stammered, before managing to get herself under control. "Sorry, no one-- I've never-- I'm normally just stared at." She managed to get out. She was too stunned even to lie.
　
Which meant she must have been pretty stunned, since Alabasterpaw was used to lying. She lied to get everything; this tom's attention, the attention of her clanmates-- mainly other toms-- and the more jealous glares of she cats. Toms weren't reluctant to be her friend, oh no. Most of the time they were more then willing. Which made Alabasterpaw have quite a bit of suspicion as to their own intentions. "I don't know, to be honest. A cat who looks like me, well...we aren't worth much more then our looks. They're the only things we have. And I do like you, Bluepaw-- I really do. But at first I admit I was just doing what I've been told...doing the only thing I have. Playing a game." Alabasterpaw twisted her expression into a shamed one. That was the biggest lie she had ever told. And she couldn't believe that it had come from her maw-- but it was believable enough. And that was what stung so much, that she was lying to this perfectly nice tom and making him believe that she was telling the truth. She hated it...she hated herself, to be honest. And she wished that she had never made up the stupid lie. But it would be over at some point, and then she wouldn't have to deal with the junk that was her lies anymore.
　
The she cat looked up at the sky, avoiding his gaze. A swallowtail; one of the 'rays of sunshine' as she knew them; fluttered across the sky and made her smile. She had always loved the pretty butterflies, especially since they did remind her of the sun. And the sky, too...she wasn't sure why, but the butterflies flying so freely reminded her of the sun and the sky, and she loved the thought. It was a cheerful one, one that made her feel much better...and she almost forgot that she was with the ever-sarcastic blue apprentice. But his teasing words reminded her that he was, in fact, still there and she shot him a look of exasperation. "Oh please. Do you just live to tease me now?" She asked, eyes flashing in frustration. Of course she wouldn't like being called a 'sweetheart.' The word made her cringe...it was one of those uncomfortably clingy words that Asterpaw hated so much. It made her feel like he might actually like her, and she hated the thought of that.
　
She wanted to figure him out, of course-- Asterpaw loved puzzles-- but at the same time, she didn't really like the tom. Part of her wanted to just leave him alone, let him be on his own and stay by himself forever, and part of her wanted to nag him until she found his breaking point. Every cat had one-- that much was obvious, she just hadn't found Azulpaw's yet. "Alli calls them the sun butterflies. So...I don't know." Asterpaw shrugged, her hues narrowing as she looked back at the tom. She wasn't stupid; and found it annoying that he seemed to be treating her as though she was. If she ever found out that he thought she was, she would definitely show him how 'stupid' she could be. His next words made her shoot a sharp look in his direction. Was he serious? Birds? Nope. He can't be serious. That's my thing-- I guess. Looks like there's lots of other cats. And yet there are dozens of birds on the fresh kill pile every day. Asterpaw sighed. She never touched the dead feathery creatures, keeping her paws completely-- and totally-- to herself. She knew better then to do so. She didn't want to touch the birds. She wanted them to be forever preserved, and yet it made her so sad when she saw cats eating them around the clearing, their feathers scattered on the ground. She had liked to play with them when she was younger, but now...now she left them alone. It seemed more respectful that way.
　
Fire...flies? She thought for a moment, remembering the insects with their blinking abdomens, the ones that Alabasterpaw used to call 'lightning bugs.' She had been scared of them, thinking they had channeled real lightning, until Asterpaw had touched one with her paw and nothing had happened. "Oh! You mean lightning bugs!" She mewed, almost without thinking, and then stopped. No. He wasn't her friend. This was something she would mention to a friend, no one else. "Yeah. I've seen them." She added, her hues losing the bright light that was shining in them and her expression fading to a dull one once more. Asterpaw was a sweet cat, and she could look quite interested when she wanted to-- she looked much prettier that way, Alabasterpaw had once told her-- but she didn't care about doing so around her present company. His words confused her. Asterpaw didn't really understand the concept of changing so quickly-- sarcasm, of course, was understood-- but why did he want to annoy her so badly? Was he just waiting for her to slap him? Maybe pin him down? She would have, right then and there, if she didn't want the injury to get worse. Two can play at this game. she thought, a mischievious gleam coming into her hues and a smile lighting up her features. A real one-- well, a real fake one. A bright spark entered her hues, and her whole body became more alert and bright...she looked a good deal like a naive young apprentice. "How's this? Any better?" She asked, and then another spark of mischief entered her expression. "...love?" She added in a lower voice, an almost flirtatious note entering her tone.

Brilliance

March 16th, 2017, 07:03 PM

The white she cat nodded. "She's pretty tough. She's really into 'earning trust' and 'proving yourself,'" She explained with a look of annoyance. One thing was certain; Alabasterpaw herself didn't think much of it. She looked almost as though she would rather have a sister who threw herself ahead blindly, but she knew that wasn't the type of cat Asterpaw was. "As for Azulpaw warming up to me...I hate to disagree with you, but I doubt that he will." Her expression twisted into a more worried one. It wasn't the most flattering of looks, but the feline knew that she was speaking the truth here. And even if he does, I doubt I will. I don't like him much. She thought with a twitch of her tail. She really wasn't a fan of the blue tom. He reminded her too much of Asterpaw, and she saw enough of her sister during the day. She didn't need another one swarming around her, talking about 'trust' and 'lies' and stuff like that. Boring things that made Alabasterpaw feel like she could yawn herself to death. Truth be told, the feline was exhausted-- and had been for a while now. She was tired of her act, though she loved it at the same time...and tired of trying to act as though she were someone else. She wanted to be herself, not a fake version of herself-- or was this who she was? It had been so long, the white feline wasn't sure. Her tail swished back and forth gracefully, hues gleaming almost worriedly as she glanced over at the tom, almost silently questioning him. It was making her nervous, the way that the tom seemed to care about her.
　
What was he going to do when she told him the truth? About what was really going on? Would he be angry with her, or would he understand? Judging by how devoted he seemed, she guessed the former. He would be angry. But Alabasterpaw wouldn't care, oh no-- she would get over the yelling, and the heartbreak? Well, on her side, it would be non-existent and on his side...it wasn't her problem, now was it? "Oh no, I really don't. You're the first tom to give me flowers in...a long time." The female had to hesitate for a while, as though she were thinking about it, although in reality this had become a carefully rehearsed script. Over and over again she had spoken the same words, and over and over again the tom had bought them. Never before had she been questioned about her intentions, which was why she was so surprised when he asked her. For a moment, her eyes opened wide in shock and she looked as though she were going to cry. She felt as though she were going to cry. "I...I..." She stammered, before managing to get herself under control. "Sorry, no one-- I've never-- I'm normally just stared at." She managed to get out. She was too stunned even to lie.
　
Which meant she must have been pretty stunned, since Alabasterpaw was used to lying. She lied to get everything; this tom's attention, the attention of her clanmates-- mainly other toms-- and the more jealous glares of she cats. Toms weren't reluctant to be her friend, oh no. Most of the time they were more then willing. Which made Alabasterpaw have quite a bit of suspicion as to their own intentions. "I don't know, to be honest. A cat who looks like me, well...we aren't worth much more then our looks. They're the only things we have. And I do like you, Bluepaw-- I really do. But at first I admit I was just doing what I've been told...doing the only thing I have. Playing a game." Alabasterpaw twisted her expression into a shamed one. That was the biggest lie she had ever told. And she couldn't believe that it had come from her maw-- but it was believable enough. And that was what stung so much, that she was lying to this perfectly nice tom and making him believe that she was telling the truth. She hated it...she hated herself, to be honest. And she wished that she had never made up the stupid lie. But it would be over at some point, and then she wouldn't have to deal with the junk that was her lies anymore.
　
The she cat looked up at the sky, avoiding his gaze. A swallowtail; one of the 'rays of sunshine' as she knew them; fluttered across the sky and made her smile. She had always loved the pretty butterflies, especially since they did remind her of the sun. And the sky, too...she wasn't sure why, but the butterflies flying so freely reminded her of the sun and the sky, and she loved the thought. It was a cheerful one, one that made her feel much better...and she almost forgot that she was with the ever-sarcastic blue apprentice. But his teasing words reminded her that he was, in fact, still there and she shot him a look of exasperation. "Oh please. Do you just live to tease me now?" She asked, eyes flashing in frustration. Of course she wouldn't like being called a 'sweetheart.' The word made her cringe...it was one of those uncomfortably clingy words that Asterpaw hated so much. It made her feel like he might actually like her, and she hated the thought of that.
　
She wanted to figure him out, of course-- Asterpaw loved puzzles-- but at the same time, she didn't really like the tom. Part of her wanted to just leave him alone, let him be on his own and stay by himself forever, and part of her wanted to nag him until she found his breaking point. Every cat had one-- that much was obvious, she just hadn't found Azulpaw's yet. "Alli calls them the sun butterflies. So...I don't know." Asterpaw shrugged, her hues narrowing as she looked back at the tom. She wasn't stupid; and found it annoying that he seemed to be treating her as though she was. If she ever found out that he thought she was, she would definitely show him how 'stupid' she could be. His next words made her shoot a sharp look in his direction. Was he serious? Birds? Nope. He can't be serious. That's my thing-- I guess. Looks like there's lots of other cats. And yet there are dozens of birds on the fresh kill pile every day. Asterpaw sighed. She never touched the dead feathery creatures, keeping her paws completely-- and totally-- to herself. She knew better then to do so. She didn't want to touch the birds. She wanted them to be forever preserved, and yet it made her so sad when she saw cats eating them around the clearing, their feathers scattered on the ground. She had liked to play with them when she was younger, but now...now she left them alone. It seemed more respectful that way.
　
Fire...flies? She thought for a moment, remembering the insects with their blinking abdomens, the ones that Alabasterpaw used to call 'lightning bugs.' She had been scared of them, thinking they had channeled real lightning, until Asterpaw had touched one with her paw and nothing had happened. "Oh! You mean lightning bugs!" She mewed, almost without thinking, and then stopped. No. He wasn't her friend. This was something she would mention to a friend, no one else. "Yeah. I've seen them." She added, her hues losing the bright light that was shining in them and her expression fading to a dull one once more. Asterpaw was a sweet cat, and she could look quite interested when she wanted to-- she looked much prettier that way, Alabasterpaw had once told her-- but she didn't care about doing so around her present company. His words confused her. Asterpaw didn't really understand the concept of changing so quickly-- sarcasm, of course, was understood-- but why did he want to annoy her so badly? Was he just waiting for her to slap him? Maybe pin him down? She would have, right then and there, if she didn't want the injury to get worse. Two can play at this game. she thought, a mischievious gleam coming into her hues and a smile lighting up her features. A real one-- well, a real fake one. A bright spark entered her hues, and her whole body became more alert and bright...she looked a good deal like a naive young apprentice. "How's this? Any better?" She asked, and then another spark of mischief entered her expression. "...love?" She added in a lower voice, an almost flirtatious note entering her tone.

For some odd reason, a deep purr rumbled out of the grumpy apprentice’s throat. Which was a surprise, even to him. He hardly ever purred. Whenever he did, Silverpaw or Bluepaw would make sure he never lived it down. Yet this blue she-cat was toying with him, and he found it funny. ‘’I never thought you’d be prettier than you are now, sweetpea.’’ He found it hilarious that she was acting in such a way all of a sudden. He found it peculiar that he was acting in such a way around her. He padded up to her, circling around her until he came to her side. He allowed his tail to wrap around her back, as he said, ‘’Turning into an Alabaster, aren’t we?’’ He grinned then padded away from her.

His ears had perked when he remembered her calling him love. He snorted at this, and he slightly turned his head back to look at her. ‘’Toying with me, aren’t you? That’s not cool, love.’’ He spat back at her, mocking. If given the chance, Azulpaw was more of a smooth flirter than his friend, Bluepaw, who always came out too sincere with his words. If Azulpaw wanted too, he could had wooed Alabasterpaw more than Bluepaw would had ever done. Then again, he wouldn’t have gotten to know her darling sister, who he seemed to adore.

Azulpaw took another glance at the blue feline, and inwardly he nodded his head. He definitely claimed her. Not to her knowledge. Not to anyone else’s knowledge. But, she was his. He knew he needed to train much harder, much longer in order fight for her attention. He would kill anyone who would---Woah, he had to stop the thoughts. He sounded like Bluepaw there for a second. Someone he never wanted to be. Secretly he did, but now...everything changed.

That did not change the fact that he thought Asterpaw was annoying. She was sarcastic, she was nerve wrecking, she was venomous! Azulpaw did not know what he was getting himself into, but he hoped it would be worthwhile in the end. How far could he push to her limits? He wondered how much she could take until she wanted to choke him to death. It would make his day. Maybe he wanted to feel her soft pelt on his. Maybe. Maybe not. He didn’t know what he wanted at the moment. ‘’Now stop smiling so much! You look weird!’’ Azulpaw snapped at her mockingly before padding away more. When he did find a comfortable tree, he was too tired to climb up it. His limp could not handle the pressure. Especially since he pressed on it so much. ‘’You can only smile around me.’’ He stated as if he was an authority. ‘’We don’t want any other toms looking your way, now do we?’’ As he laid down, curling his tail around himself, he tilted his head, staring intently at her.

Bluepaw wondered if Alabasterpaw was having some type of meltdown. The way her voice cracked, the way her eyes glossed up. He was shocked. His ears pinned to his head, and his face held an odd look. He didn’t want her to cry. He hate when other cried. He usually didn’t know how to comfort them. So, he said, ‘’I-it’s alright. Really. It is. Azulpaw will warm up to you. If he did for Asterpaw, I’m sure he will for you.’’ His voice was on the edge of confidence, hoping that he found an solution to her problem, but she only broke down even more.

Bluepaw listened to her, and he tilted his head until she was finished. A lopsided grin formed on his face, and he gently went up to give her a friendly nuzzle, hoping to comfort her. ‘’You’re worth so much more than you looks, Alabasterpaw! I mean...you have a magnificent personality!’’ He beamed at her. ‘’You’re only amounted to much that you compare yourself too. You reap what you sow, and you have a good heart, so I know that everything you reap will be good.’’

Warmth gathered into the piebald cat’s body as he slightly looked away from her. He was definitely losing his game, he thought. He was being too cheesy! He wasn’t being ‘bad-tomish’ that most of the she-cats liked. At least in his opinion. Yet, he only told her what Azulpaw used to tell him all the time. Whenever Bluepaw said something that to down himself, Azulpaw would mention that quote that he just told Alabasterpaw. He wondered if it would help the she-cat.

‘’I’m not stupid,’’ the tom said, looking at his paws when he heard her. ‘’I know that it was probably a game...in the first place,’’ He gulped. ‘’I hope.’’ He wondered if she still thought of it as a game. These feelings that he caught were clinging to him, and he did not want to address them. Instead he got up, and padded away. His tail drooped between his legs, and his paws felt heavy with every step. ‘’But if it were a game. I would love for it to be over. You already won.’’ Even though she haven’t mentioned leaving him, he felt as if she did it silently. As if it were already there.

Azulpaw was perhaps right about it. The tom was quite naive in the first place, but he also had that innocent type of heart. When he glanced back at the pretty feline, a smile was washed upon his face. He was definitely not the type to hold grudges, but he did keep his distance.

lone

March 16th, 2017, 09:32 PM

For some odd reason, a deep purr rumbled out of the grumpy apprentice’s throat. Which was a surprise, even to him. He hardly ever purred. Whenever he did, Silverpaw or Bluepaw would make sure he never lived it down. Yet this blue she-cat was toying with him, and he found it funny. ‘’I never thought you’d be prettier than you are now, sweetpea.’’ He found it hilarious that she was acting in such a way all of a sudden. He found it peculiar that he was acting in such a way around her. He padded up to her, circling around her until he came to her side. He allowed his tail to wrap around her back, as he said, ‘’Turning into an Alabaster, aren’t we?’’ He grinned then padded away from her.

His ears had perked when he remembered her calling him love. He snorted at this, and he slightly turned his head back to look at her. ‘’Toying with me, aren’t you? That’s not cool, love.’’ He spat back at her, mocking. If given the chance, Azulpaw was more of a smooth flirter than his friend, Bluepaw, who always came out too sincere with his words. If Azulpaw wanted too, he could had wooed Alabasterpaw more than Bluepaw would had ever done. Then again, he wouldn’t have gotten to know her darling sister, who he seemed to adore.

Azulpaw took another glance at the blue feline, and inwardly he nodded his head. He definitely claimed her. Not to her knowledge. Not to anyone else’s knowledge. But, she was his. He knew he needed to train much harder, much longer in order fight for her attention. He would kill anyone who would---Woah, he had to stop the thoughts. He sounded like Bluepaw there for a second. Someone he never wanted to be. Secretly he did, but now...everything changed.

That did not change the fact that he thought Asterpaw was annoying. She was sarcastic, she was nerve wrecking, she was venomous! Azulpaw did not know what he was getting himself into, but he hoped it would be worthwhile in the end. How far could he push to her limits? He wondered how much she could take until she wanted to choke him to death. It would make his day. Maybe he wanted to feel her soft pelt on his. Maybe. Maybe not. He didn’t know what he wanted at the moment. ‘’Now stop smiling so much! You look weird!’’ Azulpaw snapped at her mockingly before padding away more. When he did find a comfortable tree, he was too tired to climb up it. His limp could not handle the pressure. Especially since he pressed on it so much. ‘’You can only smile around me.’’ He stated as if he was an authority. ‘’We don’t want any other toms looking your way, now do we?’’ As he laid down, curling his tail around himself, he tilted his head, staring intently at her.

Bluepaw wondered if Alabasterpaw was having some type of meltdown. The way her voice cracked, the way her eyes glossed up. He was shocked. His ears pinned to his head, and his face held an odd look. He didn’t want her to cry. He hate when other cried. He usually didn’t know how to comfort them. So, he said, ‘’I-it’s alright. Really. It is. Azulpaw will warm up to you. If he did for Asterpaw, I’m sure he will for you.’’ His voice was on the edge of confidence, hoping that he found an solution to her problem, but she only broke down even more.

Bluepaw listened to her, and he tilted his head until she was finished. A lopsided grin formed on his face, and he gently went up to give her a friendly nuzzle, hoping to comfort her. ‘’You’re worth so much more than you looks, Alabasterpaw! I mean...you have a magnificent personality!’’ He beamed at her. ‘’You’re only amounted to much that you compare yourself too. You reap what you sow, and you have a good heart, so I know that everything you reap will be good.’’

Warmth gathered into the piebald cat’s body as he slightly looked away from her. He was definitely losing his game, he thought. He was being too cheesy! He wasn’t being ‘bad-tomish’ that most of the she-cats liked. At least in his opinion. Yet, he only told her what Azulpaw used to tell him all the time. Whenever Bluepaw said something that to down himself, Azulpaw would mention that quote that he just told Alabasterpaw. He wondered if it would help the she-cat.

‘’I’m not stupid,’’ the tom said, looking at his paws when he heard her. ‘’I know that it was probably a game...in the first place,’’ He gulped. ‘’I hope.’’ He wondered if she still thought of it as a game. These feelings that he caught were clinging to him, and he did not want to address them. Instead he got up, and padded away. His tail drooped between his legs, and his paws felt heavy with every step. ‘’But if it were a game. I would love for it to be over. You already won.’’ Even though she haven’t mentioned leaving him, he felt as if she did it silently. As if it were already there.

Azulpaw was perhaps right about it. The tom was quite naive in the first place, but he also had that innocent type of heart. When he glanced back at the pretty feline, a smile was washed upon his face. He was definitely not the type to hold grudges, but he did keep his distance.

The blue feline was furious. Well, furious might have been too tame a word for her feelings; they seemed to be racing around in her mind, giving her a headache. She wasn't too happy with this tom. She had tried something; and it hadn't seemed to work. And now he was annoying her once more, as he always did. What was it with this tom and his drive to bother her? Was that just the one thing that he loved more then anything else, annoying the heck out of her? "For one thing, I am not your sweetpea. And for another, I know you don't really think I'm pretty, so stop saying so." She snapped. She was done with these stupid games; games that her sister played, now games that this tom was playing with her. And she could see right through them. No tom ever thought she was pretty. That was Alabasterpaw-- not her. Definitely not her. She knew better then to play mind games, guessing games, with a cat. It was wrong; just plain wrong, is what it was. "I'm not my sister. And I won't ever be." The female mewed, although her stance looked otherwise. Her fur was so much shorter then Alabasterpaw's, it was almost crazy.
　
She hated the fact that this tom was toying with her. Messing with her. Trying to play those stupid mind games, those mind games that make her feel as though she wanted to throw up. That was why she hadn't wanted to leave-- well, part of the reason, at least. She didn't want to watch her sister flirting, playing games with the tom, and watch him fall for them like an idiot. She wouldn't dare say that out loud, though; if Azulpaw was as protective over his friend as she was over her sister, then things could easily go wrong quickly. "Oh sure, I'm the one toying with you." She mewed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. He couldn't pin the blame on her... she knew this. She had no idea what to do.
　
She wasn't quite sure what the tom thought of her, but she was hoping whatever it was was good. She wanted him to get away from her-- and at the same time, she didn't want him to leave. She wanted to figure him out first, next get rid of him. It was pretty easy to get rid of a tom-- she just had to be herself and introduce them to Alabasterpaw and bam, they were gone within five seconds. Or another she cat. Or once Alabasterpaw dumped Bluepaw, he would probably go to help his friend and she, as always, would be left behind. She always was. Toms didn't care about her...she just wasn't a pretty she cat, and she wasn't one with a good personality. Then again, Alabasterpaw was just pretty-- that was the only thing she had going for her. Her personality wasn't amazing.
　
For a moment, Asterpaw stopped and looked as though she weren't going to follow him more, and then continued to pad after him. And he reminded her of something addictive, something so impossible to leave that it was infuriating. And she didn't know what to do about it. He was the most annoying cat she had ever met, and yet he was very intriguing as well. Perhaps a half-dead tom was her type of cat, but she guessed it was something more. Maybe she was just waiting for him to snap so she could claim her victory and leave to comfort the broken-hearted Bluepaw. And Alabasterpaw? Well, she would be moving on to another tom...perhaps even this one. Though from what she could tell, it didn't look like she would be moving on to Azulpaw-- he wasn't Alabasterpaw's type of tom at all. His words made her smirk inwardly, and she dropped her smile for her normal expression. "Yes, master." She mewed, with an exaggerated half-bow. Her hues were sparking as they normally did, flashing and looking... just like they generally did. But his next words half-confused, half-amused her. She decided to go with being serious instead of sarcastic-- but first, just a little fun. "Of course, master. A little overprotective now, aren't we?" She asked, a half-smirk coming onto her maw before her expression became serious. "You don't seriously think any tom would so much as look my way, do you? Because if you do, you're dumber then I thought." She mewed with a snort, her hues flashing with annoyance and amusement at the same time.
　
Alabasterpaw's hues were still worried and extremely faded, as though all the light had gone out of them at once. She looked as though Bluepaw's words had taken everything from her-- and just thrown it away. And his next words only seemed to take more of her heart away, another small piece of her heart, soul, and mind. "I'm not Asterpaw, in case you hadn't noticed. I can't make her sarcastic remarks. I can't be interested in nature-- things. I can't be all rough and tumble, or rude... I can't!" Her voice sounded as though it were cracking under the strain, and she wondered what Bluepaw must think of her. Still, at least it was still racking up points for her to crush-- in the future, of course. Not anytime soon. But she could tell that she was losing him with every moment she acted like this.
　
His touch comforted her for the moment being, and she even managed a small smile. But his comment made her smile melt almost as though he had ripped it from her maw. Of course he would say something about having a good heart. Was that all toms cared about nowadays? Whatever had happened to only caring about appearances? Alabasterpaw pulled away, a less confident look on her features. And what he said after that made her expression grow very serious. So her game was over already then, was it? He was going to end it like this. In all the time she had been flirting, she had only ended it this way twice-- and this would be a third. She didn't like it, but it was sometimes the way things were. And she didn't want to continue on, not with him already having guessed. That was no fun at all. Alabasterpaw swallowed slightly and took a few more steps back, before making her voice as calm as possible. "You're right. This is my life, Bluepaw. This is how I live. I flirt, and I make a game of it. And then I move on. What else would you have me do? Did you seriously believe I would fall in love in such a short amount of time? That I would be so willing to be with you forever? That we would be together forever, is that what you believed? Because if you did, then you were sadly mistaken. And I never wanted it to end like this-- I had something worse in mind, if you would like to know-- but this was my plan. All along. And I suppose you'll be leaving me now, so I bid you good day." Alabasterpaw went ahead and turned her back on the tom. Normally she wasn't the one shunning him, but she was annoyed that he had ruined her fun. Too bad-- he would have made an excellent toy to play with for a while longer. Oh well, now she would get to watch the fun part-- him deny it, then run away. And she would leave, disappearing into the mist and regaining her freedom. She would never tie herself down to a tom... never. Especially not one she had just met. She was always amazed at their foolishness, thinking she was truly in love so soon. Were they really that stupid? Or were they just so desperate they would believe even her?

Brilliance

March 16th, 2017, 10:20 PM

The blue feline was furious. Well, furious might have been too tame a word for her feelings; they seemed to be racing around in her mind, giving her a headache. She wasn't too happy with this tom. She had tried something; and it hadn't seemed to work. And now he was annoying her once more, as he always did. What was it with this tom and his drive to bother her? Was that just the one thing that he loved more then anything else, annoying the heck out of her? "For one thing, I am not your sweetpea. And for another, I know you don't really think I'm pretty, so stop saying so." She snapped. She was done with these stupid games; games that her sister played, now games that this tom was playing with her. And she could see right through them. No tom ever thought she was pretty. That was Alabasterpaw-- not her. Definitely not her. She knew better then to play mind games, guessing games, with a cat. It was wrong; just plain wrong, is what it was. "I'm not my sister. And I won't ever be." The female mewed, although her stance looked otherwise. Her fur was so much shorter then Alabasterpaw's, it was almost crazy.
　
She hated the fact that this tom was toying with her. Messing with her. Trying to play those stupid mind games, those mind games that make her feel as though she wanted to throw up. That was why she hadn't wanted to leave-- well, part of the reason, at least. She didn't want to watch her sister flirting, playing games with the tom, and watch him fall for them like an idiot. She wouldn't dare say that out loud, though; if Azulpaw was as protective over his friend as she was over her sister, then things could easily go wrong quickly. "Oh sure, I'm the one toying with you." She mewed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. He couldn't pin the blame on her... she knew this. She had no idea what to do.
　
She wasn't quite sure what the tom thought of her, but she was hoping whatever it was was good. She wanted him to get away from her-- and at the same time, she didn't want him to leave. She wanted to figure him out first, next get rid of him. It was pretty easy to get rid of a tom-- she just had to be herself and introduce them to Alabasterpaw and bam, they were gone within five seconds. Or another she cat. Or once Alabasterpaw dumped Bluepaw, he would probably go to help his friend and she, as always, would be left behind. She always was. Toms didn't care about her...she just wasn't a pretty she cat, and she wasn't one with a good personality. Then again, Alabasterpaw was just pretty-- that was the only thing she had going for her. Her personality wasn't amazing.
　
For a moment, Asterpaw stopped and looked as though she weren't going to follow him more, and then continued to pad after him. And he reminded her of something addictive, something so impossible to leave that it was infuriating. And she didn't know what to do about it. He was the most annoying cat she had ever met, and yet he was very intriguing as well. Perhaps a half-dead tom was her type of cat, but she guessed it was something more. Maybe she was just waiting for him to snap so she could claim her victory and leave to comfort the broken-hearted Bluepaw. And Alabasterpaw? Well, she would be moving on to another tom...perhaps even this one. Though from what she could tell, it didn't look like she would be moving on to Azulpaw-- he wasn't Alabasterpaw's type of tom at all. His words made her smirk inwardly, and she dropped her smile for her normal expression. "Yes, master." She mewed, with an exaggerated half-bow. Her hues were sparking as they normally did, flashing and looking... just like they generally did. But his next words half-confused, half-amused her. She decided to go with being serious instead of sarcastic-- but first, just a little fun. "Of course, master. A little overprotective now, aren't we?" She asked, a half-smirk coming onto her maw before her expression became serious. "You don't seriously think any tom would so much as look my way, do you? Because if you do, you're dumber then I thought." She mewed with a snort, her hues flashing with annoyance and amusement at the same time.
　
Alabasterpaw's hues were still worried and extremely faded, as though all the light had gone out of them at once. She looked as though Bluepaw's words had taken everything from her-- and just thrown it away. And his next words only seemed to take more of her heart away, another small piece of her heart, soul, and mind. "I'm not Asterpaw, in case you hadn't noticed. I can't make her sarcastic remarks. I can't be interested in nature-- things. I can't be all rough and tumble, or rude... I can't!" Her voice sounded as though it were cracking under the strain, and she wondered what Bluepaw must think of her. Still, at least it was still racking up points for her to crush-- in the future, of course. Not anytime soon. But she could tell that she was losing him with every moment she acted like this.
　
His touch comforted her for the moment being, and she even managed a small smile. But his comment made her smile melt almost as though he had ripped it from her maw. Of course he would say something about having a good heart. Was that all toms cared about nowadays? Whatever had happened to only caring about appearances? Alabasterpaw pulled away, a less confident look on her features. And what he said after that made her expression grow very serious. So her game was over already then, was it? He was going to end it like this. In all the time she had been flirting, she had only ended it this way twice-- and this would be a third. She didn't like it, but it was sometimes the way things were. And she didn't want to continue on, not with him already having guessed. That was no fun at all. Alabasterpaw swallowed slightly and took a few more steps back, before making her voice as calm as possible. "You're right. This is my life, Bluepaw. This is how I live. I flirt, and I make a game of it. And then I move on. What else would you have me do? Did you seriously believe I would fall in love in such a short amount of time? That I would be so willing to be with you forever? That we would be together forever, is that what you believed? Because if you did, then you were sadly mistaken. And I never wanted it to end like this-- I had something worse in mind, if you would like to know-- but this was my plan. All along. And I suppose you'll be leaving me now, so I bid you good day." Alabasterpaw went ahead and turned her back on the tom. Normally she wasn't the one shunning him, but she was annoyed that he had ruined her fun. Too bad-- he would have made an excellent toy to play with for a while longer. Oh well, now she would get to watch the fun part-- him deny it, then run away. And she would leave, disappearing into the mist and regaining her freedom. She would never tie herself down to a tom... never. Especially not one she had just met. She was always amazed at their foolishness, thinking she was truly in love so soon. Were they really that stupid? Or were they just so desperate they would believe even her?

Bluepaw didn’t know what to say. He only stared at her. His blue orbs pierced into her as if he could see her true being that clouded his thoughts when he first met her. He had no comment. His heart was shattered. And, she was right. How could he ever believe that she would fall in love with him...just meeting him that day? Bluepaw wanted to cry, but crying was never his forte. He hated crying. It wouldn’t do anything, but Azulpaw was content with crying. Azulpaw believed that crying numb a bit of the pain, while the heart was heavy from it.

Was this what heartbreak felt like? Bluepaw slowly turned away from her. He mustered a sickening smile that he knew wouldn’t last long. ‘’Why do you do it?’’ His voice was quiet, inaudible to hear, but he hoped she heard him. ‘’...what do you plan on getting out of heartbreak? What is so grand about hurting others--toms? We have feelings, you know.’’ Bluepaw felt like an idiot. Everything he did for her. Everything he said to her. Everything he felt for her. All shattered as it begun. I can see why Azulpaw don’t take time to get to know a she-cat…

Bluepaw shook his head. ‘’Nevermind.’’ He pinned his ears down. ‘’Don’t answer that question. There’s honestly not an excuse for what you’re doing, so it shouldn’t be a question I needed to ask.’’ His voice hardened. ‘’So, you knew what you were doing all along, huh?’’ He snorted, and begin padding away. ‘’As I said before, you’re going to reap what you sow...but I doubt it will be anything good. And, what? Asterpaw? Was she apart of this as well!?’’ He glared at the once feline he admired deeply, but now all he felt was some type of hate. Mainly pity. He pitied her when she didn’t deserve it, but something had to cause her outrageous behavior? Here he was falling in utterly love, and Azulpaw and Asterpaw went lollygagging around with each other like a happy couple. Bluepaw inwardly rolled his eyes at the fact.

They did warn him. He’ll give them that credit.

Bluepaw didn’t even want to hear her answer. He was nerved by her. He was angry at her, so he ran away, hoping to find the two others, so that he could apologize, get some comfort from a lecture from Azulpaw, and maybe relax to think about how he was going to cope with a broken heart.

Azulpaw stared at the female in front of him with annoyance, but he found her humorous, so he let out a small laugh. ‘’It’s funny how you think everything is about appearances. It’s funny how you think every tom is the same as well, sweetheart.’’ His yellow orbs glared at her, ‘’And, if I ever hear you mention that you aren’t pretty again, I just might have to lecture you on true beauty. Which lies on the inside of a good heart. A good heart is a beautiful cat.’’

The tom took a few ganders at his chest fur, hoping to smooth out some rough points. His eyes bore into her again, as he continued. ‘’Besides, if you were pretty, then I would have to worry about other toms taking you from me,’’ He smirked as he teased her. He was pretty unpredictable. One moment he was sarcastic with her. Another moment he was aggressive with her. Another moment he was flirting with her. It was as if he was trying to get into her head, playing games with her. He found it fun and funny. He knew she hated it, but he couldn’t help himself. She made him excited, if he were being honest.

A purr rumbled from his throat as he thought about it, but he refused to look up at her. ‘’Hate me, don’t you, sweetlove?’’ He chuckled. As he got up to stretched his body, he allowed his claws to come out before retracting them, and he shook his fur a bit from the debris. ‘’Don’t worry, you’re not suppose to like me. I would be doing something wrong if you liked me.’’ He mewed, sarcastically.

Bluntly, he told her, ‘’You are absolutely annoying,’’ He rolled his eyes for added effect. ‘’Just terribly annoying, and you’re getting on my nerves! BUT,’’ He hissed lowly. ‘’I don’t think you’re going anywhere.’’ He begin slowly padding up to the blue she-cat, circling around her. His limp was definitely getting a tinge better, but it was still noticeable. ‘’...I’m keeping my eyes on you.’’ Before he could say anything else, Bluepaw’s speed came rushing to the two. Azulpaw rolled his eyes and sighed longingly, having his moment ruined. He wondered what his friend wanted, or as to why he made an appearance…

Without Alabasterpaw.

Then, realization came upon his face. He wanted to laugh, to shout that he was right all along, but that would be inappropriate.

‘’Did...I...Did I ruin a moment?’’ Bluepaw stopped, asking warily. Why was Azulpaw circling around the blue she-cat? Why did he seem so calm and mellow around her now?

Azulpaw shook his head, and sat down on his haunches. ‘’You’re always ruining my fun.’’ He sent a smirk towards Asterpaw before sending his eyes back on Bluepaw. ‘’It happened didn’t it?’’

Bluepaw didn’t say anything. His ears flattened in sadness.

‘’No, need to answer, brother. I already foreshadowed the future,’’ Azulpaw shrugged. ‘’And, you didn’t believe me.’’ Azulpaw got up and he walked towards Asterpaw, going around her fully as he brushed her side with his pelt. ‘’Here is the other one who is suppose to mend your broken heart.’’ He said, plainly as if the subject wasn’t a tender one. Standing so close to the heated apprentice, he nosed her ear. ‘’Seems like you got a job to do.’’ He walked away and sat under the tree. He didn’t mind Bluepaw spending time with Asterpaw. Not that he feared something might happen, but he would keep his eyes open. He already claimed the female in an unspoken way.

But, would he hurt his best friend over her?

That was a question he didn’t want to focus on. However, his thoughts lingered onto Alabasterpaw, and he laughed inwardly. He couldn’t wait to meet her next victim. Looking at the two with his yellow orbs, he told them, ‘’Have fun, you two.’’ He stared soft daggers towards Bluepaw, ‘’Keep your body, your paws, and everything else to yourself, buddy.’’ With saying that, the apprentice tried all his might to swiftly jump into the tree, having to fail a bit. When Bluepaw wanted to question him, Azulpaw didn’t answer, so Bluepaw looked towards Asterpaw with a pleading-like expression. He was lost. He didn’t know what to do. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ He muttered, sadly.

lone

March 16th, 2017, 11:12 PM

Bluepaw didn’t know what to say. He only stared at her. His blue orbs pierced into her as if he could see her true being that clouded his thoughts when he first met her. He had no comment. His heart was shattered. And, she was right. How could he ever believe that she would fall in love with him...just meeting him that day? Bluepaw wanted to cry, but crying was never his forte. He hated crying. It wouldn’t do anything, but Azulpaw was content with crying. Azulpaw believed that crying numb a bit of the pain, while the heart was heavy from it.

Was this what heartbreak felt like? Bluepaw slowly turned away from her. He mustered a sickening smile that he knew wouldn’t last long. ‘’Why do you do it?’’ His voice was quiet, inaudible to hear, but he hoped she heard him. ‘’...what do you plan on getting out of heartbreak? What is so grand about hurting others--toms? We have feelings, you know.’’ Bluepaw felt like an idiot. Everything he did for her. Everything he said to her. Everything he felt for her. All shattered as it begun. I can see why Azulpaw don’t take time to get to know a she-cat…

Bluepaw shook his head. ‘’Nevermind.’’ He pinned his ears down. ‘’Don’t answer that question. There’s honestly not an excuse for what you’re doing, so it shouldn’t be a question I needed to ask.’’ His voice hardened. ‘’So, you knew what you were doing all along, huh?’’ He snorted, and begin padding away. ‘’As I said before, you’re going to reap what you sow...but I doubt it will be anything good. And, what? Asterpaw? Was she apart of this as well!?’’ He glared at the once feline he admired deeply, but now all he felt was some type of hate. Mainly pity. He pitied her when she didn’t deserve it, but something had to cause her outrageous behavior? Here he was falling in utterly love, and Azulpaw and Asterpaw went lollygagging around with each other like a happy couple. Bluepaw inwardly rolled his eyes at the fact.

They did warn him. He’ll give them that credit.

Bluepaw didn’t even want to hear her answer. He was nerved by her. He was angry at her, so he ran away, hoping to find the two others, so that he could apologize, get some comfort from a lecture from Azulpaw, and maybe relax to think about how he was going to cope with a broken heart.

Azulpaw stared at the female in front of him with annoyance, but he found her humorous, so he let out a small laugh. ‘’It’s funny how you think everything is about appearances. It’s funny how you think every tom is the same as well, sweetheart.’’ His yellow orbs glared at her, ‘’And, if I ever hear you mention that you aren’t pretty again, I just might have to lecture you on true beauty. Which lies on the inside of a good heart. A good heart is a beautiful cat.’’

The tom took a few ganders at his chest fur, hoping to smooth out some rough points. His eyes bore into her again, as he continued. ‘’Besides, if you were pretty, then I would have to worry about other toms taking you from me,’’ He smirked as he teased her. He was pretty unpredictable. One moment he was sarcastic with her. Another moment he was aggressive with her. Another moment he was flirting with her. It was as if he was trying to get into her head, playing games with her. He found it fun and funny. He knew she hated it, but he couldn’t help himself. She made him excited, if he were being honest.

A purr rumbled from his throat as he thought about it, but he refused to look up at her. ‘’Hate me, don’t you, sweetlove?’’ He chuckled. As he got up to stretched his body, he allowed his claws to come out before retracting them, and he shook his fur a bit from the debris. ‘’Don’t worry, you’re not suppose to like me. I would be doing something wrong if you liked me.’’ He mewed, sarcastically.

Bluntly, he told her, ‘’You are absolutely annoying,’’ He rolled his eyes for added effect. ‘’Just terribly annoying, and you’re getting on my nerves! BUT,’’ He hissed lowly. ‘’I don’t think you’re going anywhere.’’ He begin slowly padding up to the blue she-cat, circling around her. His limp was definitely getting a tinge better, but it was still noticeable. ‘’...I’m keeping my eyes on you.’’ Before he could say anything else, Bluepaw’s speed came rushing to the two. Azulpaw rolled his eyes and sighed longingly, having his moment ruined. He wondered what his friend wanted, or as to why he made an appearance…

Without Alabasterpaw.

Then, realization came upon his face. He wanted to laugh, to shout that he was right all along, but that would be inappropriate.

‘’Did...I...Did I ruin a moment?’’ Bluepaw stopped, asking warily. Why was Azulpaw circling around the blue she-cat? Why did he seem so calm and mellow around her now?

Azulpaw shook his head, and sat down on his haunches. ‘’You’re always ruining my fun.’’ He sent a smirk towards Asterpaw before sending his eyes back on Bluepaw. ‘’It happened didn’t it?’’

Bluepaw didn’t say anything. His ears flattened in sadness.

‘’No, need to answer, brother. I already foreshadowed the future,’’ Azulpaw shrugged. ‘’And, you didn’t believe me.’’ Azulpaw got up and he walked towards Asterpaw, going around her fully as he brushed her side with his pelt. ‘’Here is the other one who is suppose to mend your broken heart.’’ He said, plainly as if the subject wasn’t a tender one. Standing so close to the heated apprentice, he nosed her ear. ‘’Seems like you got a job to do.’’ He walked away and sat under the tree. He didn’t mind Bluepaw spending time with Asterpaw. Not that he feared something might happen, but he would keep his eyes open. He already claimed the female in an unspoken way.

But, would he hurt his best friend over her?

That was a question he didn’t want to focus on. However, his thoughts lingered onto Alabasterpaw, and he laughed inwardly. He couldn’t wait to meet her next victim. Looking at the two with his yellow orbs, he told them, ‘’Have fun, you two.’’ He stared soft daggers towards Bluepaw, ‘’Keep your body, your paws, and everything else to yourself, buddy.’’ With saying that, the apprentice tried all his might to swiftly jump into the tree, having to fail a bit. When Bluepaw wanted to question him, Azulpaw didn’t answer, so Bluepaw looked towards Asterpaw with a pleading-like expression. He was lost. He didn’t know what to do. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ He muttered, sadly.

The she cat just watched him go. She didn't want to say a single word to him. She didn't want to do anything. She didn't feel like saying a single word, and now it was time for her to move on. Asterpaw would fix this, like she always did-- why did that cat feel like she had to fix everything? Including Alabasterpaw's life?-- and then she would leave as soon as the tom's broken heart was happily mended. Did Alabasterpaw feel bad? Well sure, there was always that little twinge of worry and sadness that she got when she thought about breaking a tom's heart, but then there was the excitement and thrill of actually doing it. And she was thrilled right now. She trailed the tom from a distance, wondering what would happen next. What was the next exciting thing to come-- flirting with his best friend? Oh yes, that would be perfect. It was time for her to move on, and move on she would-- to his little friend. A second heart would be broken before she was through.
　
"Don't you dare lecture me on true beauty. And don't tell me you don't care about appearances, because every tom does. Not all in the same way, perhaps, but they all do. And they all always will. Doesn't it always happen that way?" She asked, stepping away from him. She knew exactly what true beauty was. And she was aware that she had a good heart-- well, good intentions, at least. At least she was honest, and her mind and heart pure. That was more then Alabasterpaw could say. Asterpaw glared at the tom as he spoke again and shook her head in an exasperated, I-hate-you-but-sort-of-like-you-at-the-same-time kind of way before edging further away from him. "Oh, don't worry, you aren't doing anything wrong." She assured him before seeing another cat run up.
　
It was Bluepaw.
　
And Alabasterpaw was nowhere in sight.
　
So the little jerk had done it. She had dumped Bluepaw, and left Asterpaw to clean up her filthy mess as she always did. Now Asterpaw was stuck with him, and she would have to think of something to say to make him feel better. He was worth something, she knew that. And he was an absolute angel, in her opinion, at least. She wished Alabasterpaw hadn't dumped him, but she was willing to fix this at least. "Want to bet I'm not going anywhere?" She muttered, looking softly at the other tom before turning her hues back on Azulpaw and glaring at him. He didn't need to be treated like he was fragile-- Bluepaw did. And he was going to get the softest treatment from her, the most sincere treatment she could give. There was no cure for a broken heart, Asterpaw knew that much. But there was a cure for a bruised one, and thankfully, Alabasterpaw had only had time to bruise this tom's heart. No, if he had truly loved her, things would be much worse. She brushed him off, flicking him with her tail-- not at all lightly-- and moved over towards Bluepaw. "To answer your question, you didn't interuppt a moment-- if anything, you saved me from the master of sarcasm over here." She mewed, and flashed an exasperated glance in Azulpaw's direction before her hues flashed angrily.

"He can do whatever he wants. You're not the one who's been dumped by my lovely, heartless sister." She snapped back to the tom, before turning her softer gaze onto Bluepaw. For a moment, she just sat a few feet away before moving over towards him and curling her tail around him gently. She felt bad. This had happened many times before, and she had always known what to say before now. She had always known exactly what she was supposed to do, but this time, she was going to have to wing it. It was an uncomfortable situation, and one that she wasn't particuarly pleased to be in. Especially because she felt like she could feel Azulpaw's eyes watching her, pinned on her. "Don't apologize. Bluepaw, you are worth so much more then my sister knows-- and someday she's going to realize that. But it'll be too late. I hope you know that any she cat would be lucky to have you. You're an amazing tom, and I don't want you to doubt yourself, okay?" Asterpaw mewed, moving over closer and gently brushing herself against him. It was a comforting gesture; not a flirtatious one, and she made it obvious by breaking the contact as soon as she could, though not so soon that it made her look guilty.
　
"I know Alabasterpaw wasn't the right cat for you. And I know she hurt you-- and she can't just be forgiven for that. But someday, when her bad deeds catch up to her, you can remember what she did to you. And when she asks you for help, you don't have to give it. Maybe someday it will be her in your position, chasing after a cat who won't give you a moment's notice. Look, you're one of the best cats I can think of. When Alli and I met you guys, you know you caught my eye first? Because you were so friendly. Between you and me, she cats love a sweet tom-- that's worth much more then being handsome. And because you're both, you're going to have an amazing she cat with you some day. I know Alabasterpaw's my sister-- well, half sister-- but I want us to still be friends. I'd like to help you-- if you'll let me." Asterpaw told him in a soft voice, curling her tail around him again. She was trying to be as gentle as possible-- at the same time annoy Azulpaw with her comments-- though she doubted he would be bothered. Why should he care about her? And what she did around his best friend, what did that matter?
　
Alabasterpaw crept up behind Azulpaw, and sat down beside him, her long white fur brushing against him as she did so. "Jealous?" She asked in a low purr. Two could play at a broken-heart game. Maybe if she pretended to help him-- he had seemed so protective over Asterpaw earlier-- maybe if she offered him the one thing he wanted, Asterpaw's attention and friendship, it would make him pay attention. She knew how to play these sorts of games... she'd dealt in them for simply forever, and she was looking fowards to playing another one with a simple tom's jealousy and hopeless emotions.
　
Asterpaw glanced up from where she was trying to comfort Bluepaw and saw the one cat that she had hoped not to see with Azulpaw. The blood in her veins seemed to run ice cold. Please pick anyone but him. Leave the jerk alone, Alabasterpaw. She thought angrily. It wasn't because she cared about his feelings, oh no. It was because she would be left to help him again. And he wouldn't want her help, and then she would feel bad because it was Alabasterpaw's fault. She turned her attention back to Bluepaw and touched him gently with her tail once more in a blocking motion. "Don't bother. Your friend's smarter then he looks-- and Alabasterpaw can't use her stupid mind games." She mewed, her hues flashing somewhat triumphantly as she mentioned her half-sister not being able to use her mind games on the other tom.
　

Brilliance

March 17th, 2017, 12:01 AM

The she cat just watched him go. She didn't want to say a single word to him. She didn't want to do anything. She didn't feel like saying a single word, and now it was time for her to move on. Asterpaw would fix this, like she always did-- why did that cat feel like she had to fix everything? Including Alabasterpaw's life?-- and then she would leave as soon as the tom's broken heart was happily mended. Did Alabasterpaw feel bad? Well sure, there was always that little twinge of worry and sadness that she got when she thought about breaking a tom's heart, but then there was the excitement and thrill of actually doing it. And she was thrilled right now. She trailed the tom from a distance, wondering what would happen next. What was the next exciting thing to come-- flirting with his best friend? Oh yes, that would be perfect. It was time for her to move on, and move on she would-- to his little friend. A second heart would be broken before she was through.
　
"Don't you dare lecture me on true beauty. And don't tell me you don't care about appearances, because every tom does. Not all in the same way, perhaps, but they all do. And they all always will. Doesn't it always happen that way?" She asked, stepping away from him. She knew exactly what true beauty was. And she was aware that she had a good heart-- well, good intentions, at least. At least she was honest, and her mind and heart pure. That was more then Alabasterpaw could say. Asterpaw glared at the tom as he spoke again and shook her head in an exasperated, I-hate-you-but-sort-of-like-you-at-the-same-time kind of way before edging further away from him. "Oh, don't worry, you aren't doing anything wrong." She assured him before seeing another cat run up.
　
It was Bluepaw.
　
And Alabasterpaw was nowhere in sight.
　
So the little jerk had done it. She had dumped Bluepaw, and left Asterpaw to clean up her filthy mess as she always did. Now Asterpaw was stuck with him, and she would have to think of something to say to make him feel better. He was worth something, she knew that. And he was an absolute angel, in her opinion, at least. She wished Alabasterpaw hadn't dumped him, but she was willing to fix this at least. "Want to bet I'm not going anywhere?" She muttered, looking softly at the other tom before turning her hues back on Azulpaw and glaring at him. He didn't need to be treated like he was fragile-- Bluepaw did. And he was going to get the softest treatment from her, the most sincere treatment she could give. There was no cure for a broken heart, Asterpaw knew that much. But there was a cure for a bruised one, and thankfully, Alabasterpaw had only had time to bruise this tom's heart. No, if he had truly loved her, things would be much worse. She brushed him off, flicking him with her tail-- not at all lightly-- and moved over towards Bluepaw. "To answer your question, you didn't interuppt a moment-- if anything, you saved me from the master of sarcasm over here." She mewed, and flashed an exasperated glance in Azulpaw's direction before her hues flashed angrily.

"He can do whatever he wants. You're not the one who's been dumped by my lovely, heartless sister." She snapped back to the tom, before turning her softer gaze onto Bluepaw. For a moment, she just sat a few feet away before moving over towards him and curling her tail around him gently. She felt bad. This had happened many times before, and she had always known what to say before now. She had always known exactly what she was supposed to do, but this time, she was going to have to wing it. It was an uncomfortable situation, and one that she wasn't particuarly pleased to be in. Especially because she felt like she could feel Azulpaw's eyes watching her, pinned on her. "Don't apologize. Bluepaw, you are worth so much more then my sister knows-- and someday she's going to realize that. But it'll be too late. I hope you know that any she cat would be lucky to have you. You're an amazing tom, and I don't want you to doubt yourself, okay?" Asterpaw mewed, moving over closer and gently brushing herself against him. It was a comforting gesture; not a flirtatious one, and she made it obvious by breaking the contact as soon as she could, though not so soon that it made her look guilty.
　
"I know Alabasterpaw wasn't the right cat for you. And I know she hurt you-- and she can't just be forgiven for that. But someday, when her bad deeds catch up to her, you can remember what she did to you. And when she asks you for help, you don't have to give it. Maybe someday it will be her in your position, chasing after a cat who won't give you a moment's notice. Look, you're one of the best cats I can think of. When Alli and I met you guys, you know you caught my eye first? Because you were so friendly. Between you and me, she cats love a sweet tom-- that's worth much more then being handsome. And because you're both, you're going to have an amazing she cat with you some day. I know Alabasterpaw's my sister-- well, half sister-- but I want us to still be friends. I'd like to help you-- if you'll let me." Asterpaw told him in a soft voice, curling her tail around him again. She was trying to be as gentle as possible-- at the same time annoy Azulpaw with her comments-- though she doubted he would be bothered. Why should he care about her? And what she did around his best friend, what did that matter?
　
Alabasterpaw crept up behind Azulpaw, and sat down beside him, her long white fur brushing against him as she did so. "Jealous?" She asked in a low purr. Two could play at a broken-heart game. Maybe if she pretended to help him-- he had seemed so protective over Asterpaw earlier-- maybe if she offered him the one thing he wanted, Asterpaw's attention and friendship, it would make him pay attention. She knew how to play these sorts of games... she'd dealt in them for simply forever, and she was looking fowards to playing another one with a simple tom's jealousy and hopeless emotions.
　
Asterpaw glanced up from where she was trying to comfort Bluepaw and saw the one cat that she had hoped not to see with Azulpaw. The blood in her veins seemed to run ice cold. Please pick anyone but him. Leave the jerk alone, Alabasterpaw. She thought angrily. It wasn't because she cared about his feelings, oh no. It was because she would be left to help him again. And he wouldn't want her help, and then she would feel bad because it was Alabasterpaw's fault. She turned her attention back to Bluepaw and touched him gently with her tail once more in a blocking motion. "Don't bother. Your friend's smarter then he looks-- and Alabasterpaw can't use her stupid mind games." She mewed, her hues flashing somewhat triumphantly as she mentioned her half-sister not being able to use her mind games on the other tom.
　

Bluepaw felt oddly comfortable around Asterpaw. As he always predicted. She was a good cat. Better than her sister by a long run. When he glanced at his friend, Azulpaw, he could feel the cold gaze staring at the two. But the grey tom didn’t make a sudden movement. He stayed there, rigid to his spot with his ears contentedly listening. ‘’...I just don’t understand why she does it. Wha-what’s the point in it all? What is she hoping to gain?’’ Bluepaw was on the verge of crying tears, but they didn’t come. He wouldn’t allow the tears to come. He listened carefully to Asterpaw’s words, finding them comforting as if she were a mother, soothing her kits.

Her fur was definitely soft in his opinion, but it wasn’t like Alabasterpaw’s when she rubbed against him, affectionately. ‘’All she did was waste my time.’’ That was when he started to sound like Azulpaw. Bluepaw was extremely patient unlike Azulpaw. Azulpaw hate when his time was wasted, and that’s how Bluepaw felt in that exact moment.

‘’It happened many times before?’’ He snorted. Bluepaw didn’t understand the reason for heartbreak! He took a chance on love, and it bite him right in the flank. It tortured him endlessly with pretty eyes, soft fur, and sweet words. What did he get in return?

A bruised heart..

What did Alabasterpaw get in return?

Nothing...completely nothing but the satiate feeling of satisfying her desires.

Azulpaw’s ears perked, and was startled at the appearance of the other she-cat. He then rolled his eyes having to believe that he had to deal with the other one. He wanted to be mean to her, to snap at her for breaking Bluepaw, but he had no energy to care. As he stared at the two, a dull expression in his eyes, he pondered; Why is she so close to him? Ever heard of personal space!? Why did she compliment him in that way? What is her game? Have she always been after him, but her sister claimed him first before she could?

Azulpaw’s blood boiled until he heard Alabasterpaw’s sweet voice. She did have a sweet voice, he’ll give her that. And, he perked his ears to listen to the ringing of musical bells it held.

Azulpaw took a quick glance at her, snorting lowly. ‘’I’m sorry, babe, but jealousy is not my chaste.’’ He then let out a soft chuckle as he glared at Alabasterpaw. ‘’Trying to make me your next victim, honey?’’ He brushed his pelt against her. Slowly he began to wrap his tail around hers, clasping on it in a gentle manner. ‘’Trying to make me fall so utterly in love, and dump me like Bluepaw?’’ He nodded towards his swollen hearted friend, who was in the breeze of Asterpaw’s attention. Azulpaw rolled his eyes at the two before turning them back to Alabasterpaw.

‘’I’ll let you on one thing...and one thing only…’’He leaned into her, brushing his cheek against hers. He wasn’t going to lie. He did like the feel of her fur. Now, he understood why Bluepaw thought the same thing about the softness of it. He completely forgot what he was about to say to her, and just lingered there. Did he purr?

He cleared his throat, and moved his head away. ‘’I’m not interested.’’ He finished in a rushed tone, and looked ahead at the chatty cats. Bluepaw seemed to already warm up to the blue she-cat, and this bothered Azulpaw. Bluepaw knew he already had one of the she-cat...why he had to take the other one?

Azulpaw briskly untwined his tail from Alabasterpaw’s tail, and he looked slightly away from her. Inwardly, he felt guilty, as if he committed a crime. He didn’t do anything wrong. He just showed a little affection. Wasn’t that what the she-cat liked most?

Bluepaw saw this as he tried to listen to Asterpaw’s words. He knew his friend wasn’t dense minded, but flash of hurt could be seen in his blue orbs. Had he imagined that Azulpaw was being affectionate towards his former interest? What type of friend would do that? He let out a low hiss, but as he was still being the center of attention with Asterpaw, he decided that it didn’t matter.

Asterpaw was a lot better than the two anyway.

Azulpaw seemed to belong to Alabasterpaw. They were both crowfood, in his opinion.

Bluepaw nodded towards his new friend, a sense of warmth enveloping him in a tight hug--one that he needed. ‘’You’re right. Thank you for being there. I feel bad that you have to do things like this all the time. You deserve much better.’’ The words he spoke were true and genuine. He wondered why Alabasterpaw stood out more than Asterpaw. What was so great about the white feline? At one point...everything.

lone

March 17th, 2017, 12:45 AM

Bluepaw felt oddly comfortable around Asterpaw. As he always predicted. She was a good cat. Better than her sister by a long run. When he glanced at his friend, Azulpaw, he could feel the cold gaze staring at the two. But the grey tom didn’t make a sudden movement. He stayed there, rigid to his spot with his ears contentedly listening. ‘’...I just don’t understand why she does it. Wha-what’s the point in it all? What is she hoping to gain?’’ Bluepaw was on the verge of crying tears, but they didn’t come. He wouldn’t allow the tears to come. He listened carefully to Asterpaw’s words, finding them comforting as if she were a mother, soothing her kits.

Her fur was definitely soft in his opinion, but it wasn’t like Alabasterpaw’s when she rubbed against him, affectionately. ‘’All she did was waste my time.’’ That was when he started to sound like Azulpaw. Bluepaw was extremely patient unlike Azulpaw. Azulpaw hate when his time was wasted, and that’s how Bluepaw felt in that exact moment.

‘’It happened many times before?’’ He snorted. Bluepaw didn’t understand the reason for heartbreak! He took a chance on love, and it bite him right in the flank. It tortured him endlessly with pretty eyes, soft fur, and sweet words. What did he get in return?

A bruised heart..

What did Alabasterpaw get in return?

Nothing...completely nothing but the satiate feeling of satisfying her desires.

Azulpaw’s ears perked, and was startled at the appearance of the other she-cat. He then rolled his eyes having to believe that he had to deal with the other one. He wanted to be mean to her, to snap at her for breaking Bluepaw, but he had no energy to care. As he stared at the two, a dull expression in his eyes, he pondered; Why is she so close to him? Ever heard of personal space!? Why did she compliment him in that way? What is her game? Have she always been after him, but her sister claimed him first before she could?

Azulpaw’s blood boiled until he heard Alabasterpaw’s sweet voice. She did have a sweet voice, he’ll give her that. And, he perked his ears to listen to the ringing of musical bells it held.

Azulpaw took a quick glance at her, snorting lowly. ‘’I’m sorry, babe, but jealousy is not my chaste.’’ He then let out a soft chuckle as he glared at Alabasterpaw. ‘’Trying to make me your next victim, honey?’’ He brushed his pelt against her. Slowly he began to wrap his tail around hers, clasping on it in a gentle manner. ‘’Trying to make me fall so utterly in love, and dump me like Bluepaw?’’ He nodded towards his swollen hearted friend, who was in the breeze of Asterpaw’s attention. Azulpaw rolled his eyes at the two before turning them back to Alabasterpaw.

‘’I’ll let you on one thing...and one thing only…’’He leaned into her, brushing his cheek against hers. He wasn’t going to lie. He did like the feel of her fur. Now, he understood why Bluepaw thought the same thing about the softness of it. He completely forgot what he was about to say to her, and just lingered there. Did he purr?

He cleared his throat, and moved his head away. ‘’I’m not interested.’’ He finished in a rushed tone, and looked ahead at the chatty cats. Bluepaw seemed to already warm up to the blue she-cat, and this bothered Azulpaw. Bluepaw knew he already had one of the she-cat...why he had to take the other one?

Azulpaw briskly untwined his tail from Alabasterpaw’s tail, and he looked slightly away from her. Inwardly, he felt guilty, as if he committed a crime. He didn’t do anything wrong. He just showed a little affection. Wasn’t that what the she-cat liked most?

Bluepaw saw this as he tried to listen to Asterpaw’s words. He knew his friend wasn’t dense minded, but flash of hurt could be seen in his blue orbs. Had he imagined that Azulpaw was being affectionate towards his former interest? What type of friend would do that? He let out a low hiss, but as he was still being the center of attention with Asterpaw, he decided that it didn’t matter.

Asterpaw was a lot better than the two anyway.

Azulpaw seemed to belong to Alabasterpaw. They were both crowfood, in his opinion.

Bluepaw nodded towards his new friend, a sense of warmth enveloping him in a tight hug--one that he needed. ‘’You’re right. Thank you for being there. I feel bad that you have to do things like this all the time. You deserve much better.’’ The words he spoke were true and genuine. He wondered why Alabasterpaw stood out more than Asterpaw. What was so great about the white feline? At one point...everything.

The blue feline's hues gleamed with sorrow and she looked as though she might be able to cry as well. This never got easier for her. And she hated her sister-- though she knew it was wrong-- with everything in her. Alabasterpaw had done this. She had left this tom broken, and now Aster was here trying to help. "For fun, Bluepaw. She's a jerk, honestly... but if you want the whole story, I'll tell you why she does it. She's been hurt, and now she thinks she can make up for the brokenness inside her by breaking others. She thinks she can fix herself by tearing others down." Asterpaw sighed, looking down at her paws. Explaining her sister's story over and over was exhausting-- not to mention embarassing. This whole situation was embarassing. She was beginning to hate her sister more by the second, even though she could already sense Bluepaw mending just by getting his anger out. Step two would be to show that he had moved on-- and truth be told, it was an uncomfortable step. This was the first time anyone had ever been watching, so Asterpaw was going to have to make her performance a good one.
　
"That's right. Now listen-- you have to play along with me, alright? This is all for show. Show her you can move on just as quickly. Don't be alarmed, and don't think I'm using Alli's intentions. Just trust me on this." She muttered lowly in his ear, before sighing. She was really going to have to act like her sister to pull this off. But Asterpaw had always been a good actress; must have run in their Dad's side of the family, because she couldn't imagine her Mom being an actress at all. "If you want to know the truth, I'm glad Alabasterpaw left. I wanted to be with you, but knew I didn't stand a chance. And I know I'm taking an awful risk-- a broken heart-- but I can't hold back my feelings any longer. I've been watching you train, and how caring and kind you are... I watched how you defended my sister like that... and you're the most wonderful tom I've ever met, there will never be anyone else like you...I love you, Bluepaw!" She exclaimed, loud enough for everyone to hear. There was a sweetness and melodic sound in her words, just like her sister. And just like Alabasterpaw, she wound around the tom, brushing her tail all over him, nuzzling him lightly-- more in a loving manner then a friendly one-- though her hues showed a look of annoyance at her own words. She looked as though she would rather be doing anything but this. "Just play along." She whispered in his ear, making it look as though she were saying something quite sweet and friendly. You could almost see her blushing.
　
And then, in the next moment-- she pressed her nose against his, holding the contact for a few seconds and wincing before pulling away, a look of the upmost apology fixed on her features. But there was no time for that now-- now it was time to see her sister's reaction. She was almost looking fowards to it-- Alabasterpaw had never seen anything like this before, had she? Of course not. She wasn't used to toms moving on right before her eyes, within a few seconds. And that was something that made Asterpaw happy.
　
Alabasterpaw half choked as she absentmindedly looked towards the two cats. Her hues opened wide in surprise. Had he just...but he...what? She was so confused she felt like she was going to explode. What was going on? And Asterpaw? What was she doing, did she do this to every tom? Was she just trying to frustrate Alabasterpaw more? After a moment, she turned to the tom beside her, wondering if he had seen what had just happened. They were still speaking, and she smirked watching her half-sister's movements. "Oh yeah? Take a good look at that." She mewed, watching as Asterpaw pressed her nose against Bluepaw's. Interesting. She thought with a look of amusement as she watched. Part of her was amazed that Asterpaw had the guts to do something like that-- part of her was horrified that she hadn't told her sister about her feelings for this tom-- part of her was amused by her sister's spunk-- and another part of her was jealous. Jealous? That couldn't be right. She wasn't a jealous cat.
　
"Not interested, hm? What about when my dear sister forgets about you just like that? What about when she goes with your best friend, spending time with him? Oh, and darling-- I know a flirt when I see one. Asterpaw's no flirt. She says something like that, she means it. Are you still...uninterested?" Alabasterpaw gave a careless glance in their direction again, although this time her hues were practically swarming with anger. She would have a serious talk with her dear sister later, but for now, she was secretly congratulating the she cat on finally doing something unexpected and interesting. At least she had taught her sister well enough.
　
Asterpaw looked embarassed and shuffled her paws in the dirt before glancing up at Bluepaw. "Okay. So, I'm sorry-- but at least it worked. Take a good look at Alabasterpaw-- does she look happy to you?" She asked, glancing over towards her sister. She could see Alabasterpaw's anger from a mile away, and right now, the she cat was steaming. A second smirk made it's way onto the she cat's maw, although she was careful to hide it. "Remember-- still performing." She whispered, again making it look as though she were being sweet and whispering some soft words of love to the tom when, in reality, her expression looked extraordinarily apologetic.

Brilliance

March 17th, 2017, 01:22 AM

The blue feline's hues gleamed with sorrow and she looked as though she might be able to cry as well. This never got easier for her. And she hated her sister-- though she knew it was wrong-- with everything in her. Alabasterpaw had done this. She had left this tom broken, and now Aster was here trying to help. "For fun, Bluepaw. She's a jerk, honestly... but if you want the whole story, I'll tell you why she does it. She's been hurt, and now she thinks she can make up for the brokenness inside her by breaking others. She thinks she can fix herself by tearing others down." Asterpaw sighed, looking down at her paws. Explaining her sister's story over and over was exhausting-- not to mention embarassing. This whole situation was embarassing. She was beginning to hate her sister more by the second, even though she could already sense Bluepaw mending just by getting his anger out. Step two would be to show that he had moved on-- and truth be told, it was an uncomfortable step. This was the first time anyone had ever been watching, so Asterpaw was going to have to make her performance a good one.
　
"That's right. Now listen-- you have to play along with me, alright? This is all for show. Show her you can move on just as quickly. Don't be alarmed, and don't think I'm using Alli's intentions. Just trust me on this." She muttered lowly in his ear, before sighing. She was really going to have to act like her sister to pull this off. But Asterpaw had always been a good actress; must have run in their Dad's side of the family, because she couldn't imagine her Mom being an actress at all. "If you want to know the truth, I'm glad Alabasterpaw left. I wanted to be with you, but knew I didn't stand a chance. And I know I'm taking an awful risk-- a broken heart-- but I can't hold back my feelings any longer. I've been watching you train, and how caring and kind you are... I watched how you defended my sister like that... and you're the most wonderful tom I've ever met, there will never be anyone else like you...I love you, Bluepaw!" She exclaimed, loud enough for everyone to hear. There was a sweetness and melodic sound in her words, just like her sister. And just like Alabasterpaw, she wound around the tom, brushing her tail all over him, nuzzling him lightly-- more in a loving manner then a friendly one-- though her hues showed a look of annoyance at her own words. She looked as though she would rather be doing anything but this. "Just play along." She whispered in his ear, making it look as though she were saying something quite sweet and friendly. You could almost see her blushing.
　
And then, in the next moment-- she pressed her nose against his, holding the contact for a few seconds and wincing before pulling away, a look of the upmost apology fixed on her features. But there was no time for that now-- now it was time to see her sister's reaction. She was almost looking fowards to it-- Alabasterpaw had never seen anything like this before, had she? Of course not. She wasn't used to toms moving on right before her eyes, within a few seconds. And that was something that made Asterpaw happy.
　
Alabasterpaw half choked as she absentmindedly looked towards the two cats. Her hues opened wide in surprise. Had he just...but he...what? She was so confused she felt like she was going to explode. What was going on? And Asterpaw? What was she doing, did she do this to every tom? Was she just trying to frustrate Alabasterpaw more? After a moment, she turned to the tom beside her, wondering if he had seen what had just happened. They were still speaking, and she smirked watching her half-sister's movements. "Oh yeah? Take a good look at that." She mewed, watching as Asterpaw pressed her nose against Bluepaw's. Interesting. She thought with a look of amusement as she watched. Part of her was amazed that Asterpaw had the guts to do something like that-- part of her was horrified that she hadn't told her sister about her feelings for this tom-- part of her was amused by her sister's spunk-- and another part of her was jealous. Jealous? That couldn't be right. She wasn't a jealous cat.
　
"Not interested, hm? What about when my dear sister forgets about you just like that? What about when she goes with your best friend, spending time with him? Oh, and darling-- I know a flirt when I see one. Asterpaw's no flirt. She says something like that, she means it. Are you still...uninterested?" Alabasterpaw gave a careless glance in their direction again, although this time her hues were practically swarming with anger. She would have a serious talk with her dear sister later, but for now, she was secretly congratulating the she cat on finally doing something unexpected and interesting. At least she had taught her sister well enough.
　
Asterpaw looked embarassed and shuffled her paws in the dirt before glancing up at Bluepaw. "Okay. So, I'm sorry-- but at least it worked. Take a good look at Alabasterpaw-- does she look happy to you?" She asked, glancing over towards her sister. She could see Alabasterpaw's anger from a mile away, and right now, the she cat was steaming. A second smirk made it's way onto the she cat's maw, although she was careful to hide it. "Remember-- still performing." She whispered, again making it look as though she were being sweet and whispering some soft words of love to the tom when, in reality, her expression looked extraordinarily apologetic.

The infuriation was well hidden within the grey tom’s expression. His eyes said otherwise, and he looked everywhere else except for the two lovebirds it seemed. Her display of affection certainly surprised him...and her words...broke him. It was already enough broken hearts in the area, and even if Azul did claim to have one, others wouldn’t care. Bluepaw was different. He was friendly. Everyone cared.

Azulpaw thrashed his tail in annoyance. ‘’I knew your intentions all along, sweetheart!’’ He called to the two, his voice laced with disgust and disturbance. Azulpaw turned back to the other sister, a look of sadness washed upon his face at the mention of her words. And, it quickly disappear, as his smug looked replaced his features. ‘’Oh, please. I’d be astounded that she’ll forget me. Means I’ll be alone again.’’ He smirked, his voice etched with irritation. It was extremely weird for the blue she-cat to flirt in such a way. Whenever did he deem her as the flirting type anyway?

‘’If it’s anything,’’ Azulpaw started, ‘’You seem to be the one more bothered. If the two like each other, let them be happy. You ruined your chance, darling.’’ With that being said, the apprentice stretched once again, and he looked at the two as they cuddled--snuggled--enjoyed each other’s company made him roll his eyes. ‘’I honestly don’t have to sit and watch this poor excuse of a show.’’

Bluepaw was extremely taken by surprise at the behavior of Asterpaw, and he wondered if she did this to help all of Alabasterpaw’s fallen victims. But, he played along,his ears flattening. With her fur against him, made him tingle. He tried to play along; he purred, he brushed his pelt against hers, he allowed himself to be content with her nose against him. A sudden feeling of warmth flooded into him, and he felt as if he were on cloud nine again.

How was it so easy for him to forget about Alabasterpaw?
Bluepaw definitely knew Asterpaw was way better than the other sister cat. And, he allowed Azulpaw to be stuck with her? If the piebald cat could go back in time; he would have Asterpaw, and Azulpaw would be stuck with the heart breaker. Her name that shall never be mentioned again.

He felt content at feeling her against him. A sudden feelings of butterflies entered his belly, and even though he knew she was doing it for show. He felt as if he was falling all over again.

For Asterpaw.

Why was he the one so into she-cats that he fell for them every time they touched him? He didn’t know what it was about Asterpaw that drew him in. Her fur? Her eyes? Because she was Alabasterpaw’s sister? Truth be told, he did glance in the direction of Alasbasterpaw, but he didn’t truly care to what she thought. He was enjoying the attention he was receiving from the Blue feline. In his mind, he claimed her.

He had to have her.

Azulpaw felt like he wanted to vomit, but he held it down, allowing a simple smile--smirk to grace his maw. He approached the two, flicking his tail towards Alabasterpaw wondering if she would follow. He caught the dirty look Bluepaw was giving Alabasterpaw, and decided that maybe it wasn’t her time to step in just yet, but then again the white feline did whatever that floated her boat.

Azulpaw opened his maw to say something, but nothing came out at first. He shifted uncomfortably on his paws, as he couldn’t even look at Asterpaw--or Bluepaw in the eyes any longer. He wouldn’t cry. He snorted. Why did he care anyway?

‘’Are you going to be alright?’’ His expression was laced with the littlest care that surrounded it. A cold and dullest saying, but believable enough to the other cats.

Bluepaw purred and he nosed Asterpaw’s cheek. ‘’...I’m going to be perfect.’’ Bluepaw was never a good actor, and his words came out too true; too sincere.

Azulpaw watched a little longer, his eyes blinking casually before he nodded. ‘’Good. You deserve to be happy.’’ He flicked his tail towards Alabasterpaw, ‘’And, she knows it.’’

‘’You seemed to be happy with her.’’ Bluepaw snorted. ‘’The two of you belong together.’’

Azulpaw took a quick glance at Asterpaw when Bluepaw said this, but he quickly averted his gaze. ‘’Oh come on!’’ The grey apprentice chuckled deeply. ‘’I don’t belong to anyone. I’m going to die old anyway.’’ Sooner, hopefully…

Bluepaw, tilted his head, and for a second he thought about what Azulpaw said before he nodded his head. Azulpaw always seemed to make his sardonic replies believable. ‘’Oh, okay! But, you won’t die old. You’ll find a lovely she-cat that can handle you.’’

‘’No one can ever be handled...unless they want to.’’ With that saying, Azulpaw walked away from the two, passing the lovebirds without looking back. As long as Bluepaw was happy, what more could he do? Bluepaw was able to get anything. Anyone. He wanted. Not because he was just a playish looking tom--which he was not, but he was friendly and accepting to everyone he meets.

Only Azulpaw knew he was gullible and easy to fool. He wondered if Alabasterpaw knew it. If she had known, would she still want to play with his fragile heart? A game of catch that the two girls seemed to adore? Azulpaw did not know where he was walking to, but he wasn’t going far. His ears twitched, but he continued to hold his tail high. ‘’They both deserve to be extremely happy.’’ He put more pressure onto his side, hoping that the pain was there. And, there was pain, but his heart felt all the pain. So, his limp was numb. It was there, but it went unnoticed. ‘’Good job, Alabasterpaw! This is all your starclan forsaken fault!’’

lone

March 17th, 2017, 02:16 AM

The infuriation was well hidden within the grey tom’s expression. His eyes said otherwise, and he looked everywhere else except for the two lovebirds it seemed. Her display of affection certainly surprised him...and her words...broke him. It was already enough broken hearts in the area, and even if Azul did claim to have one, others wouldn’t care. Bluepaw was different. He was friendly. Everyone cared.

Azulpaw thrashed his tail in annoyance. ‘’I knew your intentions all along, sweetheart!’’ He called to the two, his voice laced with disgust and disturbance. Azulpaw turned back to the other sister, a look of sadness washed upon his face at the mention of her words. And, it quickly disappear, as his smug looked replaced his features. ‘’Oh, please. I’d be astounded that she’ll forget me. Means I’ll be alone again.’’ He smirked, his voice etched with irritation. It was extremely weird for the blue she-cat to flirt in such a way. Whenever did he deem her as the flirting type anyway?

‘’If it’s anything,’’ Azulpaw started, ‘’You seem to be the one more bothered. If the two like each other, let them be happy. You ruined your chance, darling.’’ With that being said, the apprentice stretched once again, and he looked at the two as they cuddled--snuggled--enjoyed each other’s company made him roll his eyes. ‘’I honestly don’t have to sit and watch this poor excuse of a show.’’

Bluepaw was extremely taken by surprise at the behavior of Asterpaw, and he wondered if she did this to help all of Alabasterpaw’s fallen victims. But, he played along,his ears flattening. With her fur against him, made him tingle. He tried to play along; he purred, he brushed his pelt against hers, he allowed himself to be content with her nose against him. A sudden feeling of warmth flooded into him, and he felt as if he were on cloud nine again.

How was it so easy for him to forget about Alabasterpaw?
Bluepaw definitely knew Asterpaw was way better than the other sister cat. And, he allowed Azulpaw to be stuck with her? If the piebald cat could go back in time; he would have Asterpaw, and Azulpaw would be stuck with the heart breaker. Her name that shall never be mentioned again.

He felt content at feeling her against him. A sudden feelings of butterflies entered his belly, and even though he knew she was doing it for show. He felt as if he was falling all over again.

For Asterpaw.

Why was he the one so into she-cats that he fell for them every time they touched him? He didn’t know what it was about Asterpaw that drew him in. Her fur? Her eyes? Because she was Alabasterpaw’s sister? Truth be told, he did glance in the direction of Alasbasterpaw, but he didn’t truly care to what she thought. He was enjoying the attention he was receiving from the Blue feline. In his mind, he claimed her.

He had to have her.

Azulpaw felt like he wanted to vomit, but he held it down, allowing a simple smile--smirk to grace his maw. He approached the two, flicking his tail towards Alabasterpaw wondering if she would follow. He caught the dirty look Bluepaw was giving Alabasterpaw, and decided that maybe it wasn’t her time to step in just yet, but then again the white feline did whatever that floated her boat.

Azulpaw opened his maw to say something, but nothing came out at first. He shifted uncomfortably on his paws, as he couldn’t even look at Asterpaw--or Bluepaw in the eyes any longer. He wouldn’t cry. He snorted. Why did he care anyway?

‘’Are you going to be alright?’’ His expression was laced with the littlest care that surrounded it. A cold and dullest saying, but believable enough to the other cats.

Bluepaw purred and he nosed Asterpaw’s cheek. ‘’...I’m going to be perfect.’’ Bluepaw was never a good actor, and his words came out too true; too sincere.

Azulpaw watched a little longer, his eyes blinking casually before he nodded. ‘’Good. You deserve to be happy.’’ He flicked his tail towards Alabasterpaw, ‘’And, she knows it.’’

‘’You seemed to be happy with her.’’ Bluepaw snorted. ‘’The two of you belong together.’’

Azulpaw took a quick glance at Asterpaw when Bluepaw said this, but he quickly averted his gaze. ‘’Oh come on!’’ The grey apprentice chuckled deeply. ‘’I don’t belong to anyone. I’m going to die old anyway.’’ Sooner, hopefully…

Bluepaw, tilted his head, and for a second he thought about what Azulpaw said before he nodded his head. Azulpaw always seemed to make his sardonic replies believable. ‘’Oh, okay! But, you won’t die old. You’ll find a lovely she-cat that can handle you.’’

‘’No one can ever be handled...unless they want to.’’ With that saying, Azulpaw walked away from the two, passing the lovebirds without looking back. As long as Bluepaw was happy, what more could he do? Bluepaw was able to get anything. Anyone. He wanted. Not because he was just a playish looking tom--which he was not, but he was friendly and accepting to everyone he meets.

Only Azulpaw knew he was gullible and easy to fool. He wondered if Alabasterpaw knew it. If she had known, would she still want to play with his fragile heart? A game of catch that the two girls seemed to adore? Azulpaw did not know where he was walking to, but he wasn’t going far. His ears twitched, but he continued to hold his tail high. ‘’They both deserve to be extremely happy.’’ He put more pressure onto his side, hoping that the pain was there. And, there was pain, but his heart felt all the pain. So, his limp was numb. It was there, but it went unnoticed. ‘’Good job, Alabasterpaw! This is all your starclan forsaken fault!’’

The white feline purred in pleasure, reveling in the rifts she had created. Was it her imagination, or did she detect jealousy in his expression? And anger? No-- must be her imagination, she couldn't imagine the tom being jealous, especially over her sister. What tom in his right mind would be angry because her sister was going off with another? No one. Especially when that cat could have her instead... and yet, it seemed as though Asterpaw-- unknowingly-- had stolen both the tom's hearts. "And yet your friend didn't believe you... how sad. And now Ast's out there, cheering him up. Looks like they've gotten quite friendly to me. How does that make you feel, love?" She asked, her own hues flashing with amusement as she spoke. She was quite interested in watching the tom's reaction to the show she was recieving. Asterpaw's actions were as surprising to her as to anyone else; she had never pegged her sister as one of those cats-- but she was good at detecting jealousy, and for the moment being, she was sure that Azulpaw was jealous. Well, that was nice.
　
Perfect. Now what was she supposed to do, watch these two toms fight over Asterpaw while she sat to the side and did nothing? An idea came into her head-- and left just as quickly, as she realized she had perhaps done enough damage for the time being. "Correction-- you and your stupid ideas put thoughts into his head. Tsk tsk, darling, did you want to spoil my game?" She asked, putting her head to one side. No longer was she playing a flirt. Now she was playing the part of a matchmaker-- and Asterpaw at the same time, though she knew Asterpaw would never have said half the things she was saying. The blue apprentice was boring that way. "Because this is the thanks he gives you." She purred, brushing against him before disappearing back into the background. Sometimes she thought of herself as a guardian angel-- though Asterpaw had used quite a few stronger words to describe her-- and other times, she thought she was a complete jerk.

Asterpaw was surprised at how quickly the tom seemed to catch on, and how willingly he seemed to allow her to move around him, even joining in. Her own hues flashed in surprise for a moment, but she kept the show up, although now she was worried. Was he getting too involved in his character? Was he even in character anymore? She wasn't sure, but it was making her nervous. If he got too attached, and then she had to reject him... she pulled away, trying to make it look casual, but a look of worry flickered across her features. "Remember--" She began, before Azulpaw approached. "That I love you!" She purred in a louder tone, brushing up against the tom, her hues sparkling with excitement before she dropped it as he got closer. Surely he wasn't spying for Alabasterpaw. Even if he was, did she really want to do this for much longer? Not particuarly, but she had to until Alabasterpaw was begging for forgiveness. She wanted to see her sister beg. That was the rarest of all sights.
　
But the time she had spent with Azulpaw-- talking about butterflies, and fireflies-- had been the nicest she'd had in a long time. Perhaps they could do that again soon. Although did she honestly want to? Maybe, and maybe not. She wasn't quite sure. "Don't feel bad. You'll meet the cat of your dreams someday, and then you'll be just as happy as Blue and I are." She grinned, nudging Bluepaw lightly and smiling at Azulpaw. Her smile faded as he limped away, and she noted-- with a worried expression-- that he was putting more weight onto his injured side. Was he trying to hurt himself more? And why? "I'll-- be right back. And remember this is just for show, just for Alabasterpaw-- don't get too carried away, you're making me think you might actually like me, heh..." She mewed in a low voice before moving away with a light scent of flowers and pine needles, a pleasant smell, but not necessarily one that would be coveted by other cats. Mainly Alabasterpaw.
　
She caught up to the tom just in time to hear him speak the last nine words-- what was he talking about? What had Alabasterpaw done, other then-- oh. He was angry because she had wrecked his friend's life. Well if that was all, it was explanation time. She caught up to him quickly, her slender frame-- which her pelt fitted neatly-- so easily able to slip up beside him almost undetected. "It'll take longer to heal if you do that, you know. You should really go see Ebonypaw." She remarked, falling into step with him, matching his pace. It was a hobby of hers-- something fun to do when things were boring. "By the way, if you're worried about Bluepaw, we're just doing a little playacting-- just a little something to get Alli jealous and lift his spirits." She explained, and then a second mischievous gleam entered her hues. "No need to be jealous, love." She spoke in a teasing tone, not at all the one she had been using with Bluepaw, which should have been proof enough on it's own that she was just playing with him. His actions were making her nervous-- and she was unsure of quite what to do. What was wrong with the stubborn young cat? Was he really that frustrated about what had happened? Or was there something else on his mind? "What's wrong with you, anyways? You're acting so weird." She snapped before she realized what she was saying.

Brilliance

March 17th, 2017, 03:05 AM

The white feline purred in pleasure, reveling in the rifts she had created. Was it her imagination, or did she detect jealousy in his expression? And anger? No-- must be her imagination, she couldn't imagine the tom being jealous, especially over her sister. What tom in his right mind would be angry because her sister was going off with another? No one. Especially when that cat could have her instead... and yet, it seemed as though Asterpaw-- unknowingly-- had stolen both the tom's hearts. "And yet your friend didn't believe you... how sad. And now Ast's out there, cheering him up. Looks like they've gotten quite friendly to me. How does that make you feel, love?" She asked, her own hues flashing with amusement as she spoke. She was quite interested in watching the tom's reaction to the show she was recieving. Asterpaw's actions were as surprising to her as to anyone else; she had never pegged her sister as one of those cats-- but she was good at detecting jealousy, and for the moment being, she was sure that Azulpaw was jealous. Well, that was nice.
　
Perfect. Now what was she supposed to do, watch these two toms fight over Asterpaw while she sat to the side and did nothing? An idea came into her head-- and left just as quickly, as she realized she had perhaps done enough damage for the time being. "Correction-- you and your stupid ideas put thoughts into his head. Tsk tsk, darling, did you want to spoil my game?" She asked, putting her head to one side. No longer was she playing a flirt. Now she was playing the part of a matchmaker-- and Asterpaw at the same time, though she knew Asterpaw would never have said half the things she was saying. The blue apprentice was boring that way. "Because this is the thanks he gives you." She purred, brushing against him before disappearing back into the background. Sometimes she thought of herself as a guardian angel-- though Asterpaw had used quite a few stronger words to describe her-- and other times, she thought she was a complete jerk.

Asterpaw was surprised at how quickly the tom seemed to catch on, and how willingly he seemed to allow her to move around him, even joining in. Her own hues flashed in surprise for a moment, but she kept the show up, although now she was worried. Was he getting too involved in his character? Was he even in character anymore? She wasn't sure, but it was making her nervous. If he got too attached, and then she had to reject him... she pulled away, trying to make it look casual, but a look of worry flickered across her features. "Remember--" She began, before Azulpaw approached. "That I love you!" She purred in a louder tone, brushing up against the tom, her hues sparkling with excitement before she dropped it as he got closer. Surely he wasn't spying for Alabasterpaw. Even if he was, did she really want to do this for much longer? Not particuarly, but she had to until Alabasterpaw was begging for forgiveness. She wanted to see her sister beg. That was the rarest of all sights.
　
But the time she had spent with Azulpaw-- talking about butterflies, and fireflies-- had been the nicest she'd had in a long time. Perhaps they could do that again soon. Although did she honestly want to? Maybe, and maybe not. She wasn't quite sure. "Don't feel bad. You'll meet the cat of your dreams someday, and then you'll be just as happy as Blue and I are." She grinned, nudging Bluepaw lightly and smiling at Azulpaw. Her smile faded as he limped away, and she noted-- with a worried expression-- that he was putting more weight onto his injured side. Was he trying to hurt himself more? And why? "I'll-- be right back. And remember this is just for show, just for Alabasterpaw-- don't get too carried away, you're making me think you might actually like me, heh..." She mewed in a low voice before moving away with a light scent of flowers and pine needles, a pleasant smell, but not necessarily one that would be coveted by other cats. Mainly Alabasterpaw.
　
She caught up to the tom just in time to hear him speak the last nine words-- what was he talking about? What had Alabasterpaw done, other then-- oh. He was angry because she had wrecked his friend's life. Well if that was all, it was explanation time. She caught up to him quickly, her slender frame-- which her pelt fitted neatly-- so easily able to slip up beside him almost undetected. "It'll take longer to heal if you do that, you know. You should really go see Ebonypaw." She remarked, falling into step with him, matching his pace. It was a hobby of hers-- something fun to do when things were boring. "By the way, if you're worried about Bluepaw, we're just doing a little playacting-- just a little something to get Alli jealous and lift his spirits." She explained, and then a second mischievous gleam entered her hues. "No need to be jealous, love." She spoke in a teasing tone, not at all the one she had been using with Bluepaw, which should have been proof enough on it's own that she was just playing with him. His actions were making her nervous-- and she was unsure of quite what to do. What was wrong with the stubborn young cat? Was he really that frustrated about what had happened? Or was there something else on his mind? "What's wrong with you, anyways? You're acting so weird." She snapped before she realized what she was saying.

Azulpaw was deep in thought, believing the venom words of Alabasterpaw. The least of cats he wanted to believe. Yet, it was true of what was happening. Asterpaw seemed too giddy to help his other friend. Admitting she loved him. It made him think that the two she-cat were the same. That it was planned all along. For Asterpaw to get the better looking of the two, while Alabasterpaw worked her way into his heart where she could break him.

This was why he didn’t deal with she-cats.

They were too much for his spirit.

And, even in deep thought he hadn’t noticed Asterpaw make her appearance next to him. Once again he was startled by her voice. His ears flattened a bit as he looked down at her. He wanted to yell at her--but his smirk came into display. ‘’Don’t tell me what to do.’’ He said, his voice tainted with little playfulness. ‘’I don’t need to go see Ebonypaw. I’ll be fine.’’ He shot her a quick look.’’Not like you care anyway. Don’t you have someone to love on anyway?’’ He brushed himself against her, and whispered huskily. ‘’We wouldn’t want your little lover getting the wrong ideas.’’

When he heard her next words, his ears perked. He didn’t know whether or not to believe her---but this was Asterpaw. Whatever did she have to lie about? ‘’A playact, huh?’’ He stopped to sit down. After a while he did feel the pain rushing to his head, causing a headache. He needed to sit down. First Bluepaw almost kills him, and then Bluepaw steals an interest that he as. Bluepaw seemed to be the main tom that everyone loved anyway. Azulpaw quickly shook his head. ‘’Playing a little dangerous territory there, sweetheart.’’ He looked to the distance where he could faintly make out the silhouette of his best friend. ‘’You know he’s going to fall for you.’’ He sighed longingly, and at her next words, he felt a bit confident. He shot her a playful look, ‘’I don’t get jealous, love. After all, I don’t think the color fits me well.’’ A smirk came onto his maw once again.

Azulpaw wasn’t truly convinced. Perhaps it was because he knew how his friend worked. He knew they way Bluepaw’s mind worked. And, if it were anything; he would win it all. Azulpaw had no fight in him. He wasn’t ready for that. His mind was his powerful tool, but even if Azulpaw thought of fighting Bluepaw, he would be given an early grave.

The grey tom rolled his eyes at her next question. Was she accusing him of something now? Was she that dense minded? ‘’Well, if I’m acting weird, then that’s a good enough answer for you. You know, because I’m a weird cat.’’ Azulpaw picked up his limped paw, dangling it in the air. He then slammed it down without a second thought. A jolt of pain surged through him, and he failed to suppress a yelp. He stared daggers at the female beside him, ‘’Don’t you have a heart to patch up?’’ Azulpaw snapped, before he begin laughing as if he were paranoid. ‘’Or, better yet! Why don’t you get Ebonypaw to patch his heart! That’s the medicine cat, you know! That’s their job!’’ He slammed his paw down again, the pain bringing a new feeling within him. Physically pain could never compare to the emotional pain that he was feeling at the moment. It was as if the physical pain was a band-aid that kept him from crying--wanting to cry--and he was not going to let the female dance in that victory.

Azulpaw was livid at the moment. He turned away from her, his eyes were stinging. Yet, not from tears. Why were his eyes stinging? Even if it were a play act as she had told him, he still had his doubts. Those words she was acting were too real--whether she was a great actress or not. They were too real. Azulpaw felt his tail lashing and he gritted his teeth. ‘’You want to know what else is wrong? I DON’T GET YOU. I don’t get you at all. Showing needless affection for an naive cat that knew what he was getting into? And, what will happen when he has to go through THAT A SECOND TIME, HUH? But do you care? Of course your job is to mend the heart, but YOU’RE JUST ANOTHER ALABASTER!!’’ He knew what he said wasn’t true. At least half of it, but he reached his breaking point. He reached the point he couldn’t hold--yet he tried so hard, and he knew it would had been coming soon.

He couldn’t even look at her as he snorted. ‘’The two of you don’t even need to be play acting, love. You’re perfect for each other. He’s that nice, friendly, good-looking tom that you’ve WANTED to be stuck with. Sorry that you had to be left with a POMPOUS JERK.’’ His eyes flashed in an anger emotion. Was he being too loud? Did the other cats hear them? He certainly hoped that Bluepaw didn’t hear him. Then again, a part of him wanted to be heard by Bluepaw.

Bluepaw was always unintentionally breaking him.

Azulpaw stopped speaking for a while, allowing his breathing to calm down. He refused to look her straight in the eyes, and he finally closed them---from her--from the scenery---from the sky---from nature itself. He could live in the darkness, wishing he was blind at this point.

His voice softened, but his eyes stayed close. ‘’...There is nothing wrong with me. I’m fine. I’m grand. I’m living. Sadly.’’ For a short moment, the grey tom opened his eyes. They were clear yellow orbs. He turned away, getting up to start walking. ‘’...Go back to Bluepaw. I don’t really want to be bothered. I don’t need the comforting. I don’t need to be pitied. I don’t need anybody right now. I just want to be alone.’’ He began limping away, allowing himself to squeeze more pain into his body to heal his emotional outburst. Why was he so weak minded around a she-cat all of a sudden?

Bluepaw allowed Asterpaw’s words to float out his ear. He was happy to hear her soft talking, a goofy smile placed on his maw. He was deep in thought thinking about the blue she-cat, and wondered however did he never notice her first. He took a quick glance at the sister cat, a feeling of hate consumed him. Yet, he could never hate Alabasterpaw for some odd reason. He just couldn’t bring himself to.

Bluepaw hated that Asterpaw left him to see Azulpaw. He knew they were friends, and he had no business meddling in their business, but apart of him felt a spark of jealousy. His tail thrashed as he waited for the blue apprentice. He was still healing from a bruised her and he wanted all the affection coming from her. Only her.

lone

March 17th, 2017, 03:47 AM

Azulpaw was deep in thought, believing the venom words of Alabasterpaw. The least of cats he wanted to believe. Yet, it was true of what was happening. Asterpaw seemed too giddy to help his other friend. Admitting she loved him. It made him think that the two she-cat were the same. That it was planned all along. For Asterpaw to get the better looking of the two, while Alabasterpaw worked her way into his heart where she could break him.

This was why he didn’t deal with she-cats.

They were too much for his spirit.

And, even in deep thought he hadn’t noticed Asterpaw make her appearance next to him. Once again he was startled by her voice. His ears flattened a bit as he looked down at her. He wanted to yell at her--but his smirk came into display. ‘’Don’t tell me what to do.’’ He said, his voice tainted with little playfulness. ‘’I don’t need to go see Ebonypaw. I’ll be fine.’’ He shot her a quick look.’’Not like you care anyway. Don’t you have someone to love on anyway?’’ He brushed himself against her, and whispered huskily. ‘’We wouldn’t want your little lover getting the wrong ideas.’’

When he heard her next words, his ears perked. He didn’t know whether or not to believe her---but this was Asterpaw. Whatever did she have to lie about? ‘’A playact, huh?’’ He stopped to sit down. After a while he did feel the pain rushing to his head, causing a headache. He needed to sit down. First Bluepaw almost kills him, and then Bluepaw steals an interest that he as. Bluepaw seemed to be the main tom that everyone loved anyway. Azulpaw quickly shook his head. ‘’Playing a little dangerous territory there, sweetheart.’’ He looked to the distance where he could faintly make out the silhouette of his best friend. ‘’You know he’s going to fall for you.’’ He sighed longingly, and at her next words, he felt a bit confident. He shot her a playful look, ‘’I don’t get jealous, love. After all, I don’t think the color fits me well.’’ A smirk came onto his maw once again.

Azulpaw wasn’t truly convinced. Perhaps it was because he knew how his friend worked. He knew they way Bluepaw’s mind worked. And, if it were anything; he would win it all. Azulpaw had no fight in him. He wasn’t ready for that. His mind was his powerful tool, but even if Azulpaw thought of fighting Bluepaw, he would be given an early grave.

The grey tom rolled his eyes at her next question. Was she accusing him of something now? Was she that dense minded? ‘’Well, if I’m acting weird, then that’s a good enough answer for you. You know, because I’m a weird cat.’’ Azulpaw picked up his limped paw, dangling it in the air. He then slammed it down without a second thought. A jolt of pain surged through him, and he failed to suppress a yelp. He stared daggers at the female beside him, ‘’Don’t you have a heart to patch up?’’ Azulpaw snapped, before he begin laughing as if he were paranoid. ‘’Or, better yet! Why don’t you get Ebonypaw to patch his heart! That’s the medicine cat, you know! That’s their job!’’ He slammed his paw down again, the pain bringing a new feeling within him. Physically pain could never compare to the emotional pain that he was feeling at the moment. It was as if the physical pain was a band-aid that kept him from crying--wanting to cry--and he was not going to let the female dance in that victory.

Azulpaw was livid at the moment. He turned away from her, his eyes were stinging. Yet, not from tears. Why were his eyes stinging? Even if it were a play act as she had told him, he still had his doubts. Those words she was acting were too real--whether she was a great actress or not. They were too real. Azulpaw felt his tail lashing and he gritted his teeth. ‘’You want to know what else is wrong? I DON’T GET YOU. I don’t get you at all. Showing needless affection for an naive cat that knew what he was getting into? And, what will happen when he has to go through THAT A SECOND TIME, HUH? But do you care? Of course your job is to mend the heart, but YOU’RE JUST ANOTHER ALABASTER!!’’ He knew what he said wasn’t true. At least half of it, but he reached his breaking point. He reached the point he couldn’t hold--yet he tried so hard, and he knew it would had been coming soon.

He couldn’t even look at her as he snorted. ‘’The two of you don’t even need to be play acting, love. You’re perfect for each other. He’s that nice, friendly, good-looking tom that you’ve WANTED to be stuck with. Sorry that you had to be left with a POMPOUS JERK.’’ His eyes flashed in an anger emotion. Was he being too loud? Did the other cats hear them? He certainly hoped that Bluepaw didn’t hear him. Then again, a part of him wanted to be heard by Bluepaw.

Bluepaw was always unintentionally breaking him.

Azulpaw stopped speaking for a while, allowing his breathing to calm down. He refused to look her straight in the eyes, and he finally closed them---from her--from the scenery---from the sky---from nature itself. He could live in the darkness, wishing he was blind at this point.

His voice softened, but his eyes stayed close. ‘’...There is nothing wrong with me. I’m fine. I’m grand. I’m living. Sadly.’’ For a short moment, the grey tom opened his eyes. They were clear yellow orbs. He turned away, getting up to start walking. ‘’...Go back to Bluepaw. I don’t really want to be bothered. I don’t need the comforting. I don’t need to be pitied. I don’t need anybody right now. I just want to be alone.’’ He began limping away, allowing himself to squeeze more pain into his body to heal his emotional outburst. Why was he so weak minded around a she-cat all of a sudden?

Bluepaw allowed Asterpaw’s words to float out his ear. He was happy to hear her soft talking, a goofy smile placed on his maw. He was deep in thought thinking about the blue she-cat, and wondered however did he never notice her first. He took a quick glance at the sister cat, a feeling of hate consumed him. Yet, he could never hate Alabasterpaw for some odd reason. He just couldn’t bring himself to.

Bluepaw hated that Asterpaw left him to see Azulpaw. He knew they were friends, and he had no business meddling in their business, but apart of him felt a spark of jealousy. His tail thrashed as he waited for the blue apprentice. He was still healing from a bruised her and he wanted all the affection coming from her. Only her.
The blue feline looked angry for a moment before she caught the teasing tone. If she were being honest, she really didn't get the tom. What was the point of caring if he wasn't going to do what she asked anyways? "You won't be fine, and you know it." She retorted, though her voice was softer then she meant it to be. Maybe she didn't actually want him to hear her. Probably not-- she was sick of arguing, sick of games-- mind games and playacting. And Bluepaw's playacting was right on point-- a little too much so, like he wasn't having to act at all. And it was awkward. "Right. He won't get them unless you give them to him, so I suggest you be careful." She mewed. She wasn't sure why he was acting strangely, but she was so done with games. These games were beginning to destroy her mind, and she was sick of them. And as far as she knew, he was sick of them too. It was something else they had in common, though the feline chose to ignore that. Obviously no one cared what they had in common.
　
"Yes. You don't seriously think someone could fall in love just like that, do you?" She asked with a short laugh, although her hues were fixed steadily on him as she spoke. It was almost scary, the way she was looking at him...but that wasn't her goal. She wanted him to understand that nobody-- especially her, and not even Bluepaw-- would truly love someone in that short amount of time. The day hadn't even ended yet. "Who, me? How did you put this before-- oh yeah, the cat who gets on your nerves and annoys you? Oh, I forgot ugly too, dear me... unnoticable. You mean that cat?" She asked, her hues narrowing until they were dangerous slits. She didn't believe the words he was speaking, although they made sense. And she wasn't quite sure whether he was telling the truth or not about not getting jealous. "Really. Good to know, I was so worried." She mewed in a sarcastic tone, the tip of her tail flicking upwards. An exasperated expression crossed her features, though it faded in the next few seconds.
　
Whoever said that knew what they were talking about. She thought, a suppressed smile spreading across her features before a look of concern came afterwards. She moved closer to keep him from falling-- which was unnecessary, and she jumped out of the way with another uncomfortable expression, a shudder going down her spine. "Uh-- okay. I have no idea why you're acting so strange, or why you can suddenly deal with having me around, but guess you have a right to act like that. Seriously though, you need to calm down. You're going to hurt yourself, and sure, I'd like to push you out of a tree, causing a quick, painless death-- but I don't want to see you suffering." She snapped, her hues flashing with anger as she did so. Unless Alabasterpaw had broken his heart, she wasn't going to give him the attention that he seemed to want from her. Why did he want that attention? What was wrong with him? Drama king. She thought with a snort and a roll of her eyes. She didn't like cats who acted like that-- mainly Alabasterpaw-- just to get attention. And yet here, before her, was one of those 'dramatic cats.'
　
She flinched as though he had slapped her, and then her hues grew cold. So this was what she was going to get for trying to help. So this was what he wanted to give her, all this talk and now he was stabbing her over and over, pinning her down so he could finish her off. Her chest hurt. And then she was done. She couldn't handle any more. "Needless affection? Is that what you call it? Staying with someone that my mindless sister has broken and helping them heal, is that what you call needless affection? What if it were you, huh? Would you be glad to have someone there, acting with you to show you how quickly you can move on? It's called playacting for a reason, Azulpaw; it's acting. Acting was made to fool other cats, and if you decide to fall for it, that's fine by me. And he won't have to go through it a second time, because if I need to I will stay with him until he's over me. And do you know why? Because I have a heart, and I'm willing to do what it takes to mend your friend's. I doubt you would do that for anyone." She hissed, her hues snapping and dancing coldly, her expression that of a cat who had had enough for one day. She meant every word she said; if she needed to, she would stay with the tom. No matter whether her own heart was occupied by someone else or not.
　
"Yeah? Well guess what; we're not perfect. Maybe I like pompous jerks. But you're so blind, you never would have know that, because you'll always be missing what's right in front of you." She snapped, and with that, she turned around, being sure to hit him with her tail before she headed back towards Bluepaw, her delicate, slim frame showing as she headed towards the tom, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth angrily, eyes narrowed so that they looked as though they were never going to become friendly again. She was furious. She had liked Azulpaw-- but he was acting like a jerk, and although she did like that about him-- sometimes he was too much. She was so done with games, and playacting-- but she had to remind Bluepaw, remind him this was just a game. Just acting for her sister before it got too far in.
　
Alabasterpaw stepped out of the shadows like a white shadow herself, blue hues gleaming as she stepped up behind Azulpaw. "Poor thing. Lost the love of your life then, have you?" She asked in a soft whisper like Asterpaw's, but less friendly-- more creepy. It seemed as though Alabasterpaw had transformed herself into one of the shadows, and she was living among them... quite strange, and quite eerie, but she didn't mind. Strange and eerie were sort of her things. She circled the tom, glancing at his injured paw momentarily before moving onwards. "What if I told you that you could be the one she was 'playacting' with? And not playacting; more like speaking for real?" She asked, cocking her head to one side. It was a risky move. But one she was sure were going to reap benefits. Loads and loads of benefits; just as soon as she got this tom to agree to her terms.
　
Asterpaw approached Bluepaw, forcing a smile on her maw as she glanced around for her sister. The attractive white demon-angel, as Asterpaw sometimes thought of her as, was nowhere in sight. Good. She thought satisfactedly, smiling as she sat down before the tom. "Look, Bluepaw-- I really like you, I do. I wouldn't be doing this for you otherwise. But you have to remember that this is just playacting, nothing more... so don't get too carried away, huh?" She asked, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as she tried to smile-- somewhat uneasily-- at the tom. It wasn't going too well on her side, and she could almost hear Alabasterpaw laughing.

Brilliance

March 17th, 2017, 04:30 AM

The blue feline looked angry for a moment before she caught the teasing tone. If she were being honest, she really didn't get the tom. What was the point of caring if he wasn't going to do what she asked anyways? "You won't be fine, and you know it." She retorted, though her voice was softer then she meant it to be. Maybe she didn't actually want him to hear her. Probably not-- she was sick of arguing, sick of games-- mind games and playacting. And Bluepaw's playacting was right on point-- a little too much so, like he wasn't having to act at all. And it was awkward. "Right. He won't get them unless you give them to him, so I suggest you be careful." She mewed. She wasn't sure why he was acting strangely, but she was so done with games. These games were beginning to destroy her mind, and she was sick of them. And as far as she knew, he was sick of them too. It was something else they had in common, though the feline chose to ignore that. Obviously no one cared what they had in common.
　
"Yes. You don't seriously think someone could fall in love just like that, do you?" She asked with a short laugh, although her hues were fixed steadily on him as she spoke. It was almost scary, the way she was looking at him...but that wasn't her goal. She wanted him to understand that nobody-- especially her, and not even Bluepaw-- would truly love someone in that short amount of time. The day hadn't even ended yet. "Who, me? How did you put this before-- oh yeah, the cat who gets on your nerves and annoys you? Oh, I forgot ugly too, dear me... unnoticable. You mean that cat?" She asked, her hues narrowing until they were dangerous slits. She didn't believe the words he was speaking, although they made sense. And she wasn't quite sure whether he was telling the truth or not about not getting jealous. "Really. Good to know, I was so worried." She mewed in a sarcastic tone, the tip of her tail flicking upwards. An exasperated expression crossed her features, though it faded in the next few seconds.
　
Whoever said that knew what they were talking about. She thought, a suppressed smile spreading across her features before a look of concern came afterwards. She moved closer to keep him from falling-- which was unnecessary, and she jumped out of the way with another uncomfortable expression, a shudder going down her spine. "Uh-- okay. I have no idea why you're acting so strange, or why you can suddenly deal with having me around, but guess you have a right to act like that. Seriously though, you need to calm down. You're going to hurt yourself, and sure, I'd like to push you out of a tree, causing a quick, painless death-- but I don't want to see you suffering." She snapped, her hues flashing with anger as she did so. Unless Alabasterpaw had broken his heart, she wasn't going to give him the attention that he seemed to want from her. Why did he want that attention? What was wrong with him? Drama king. She thought with a snort and a roll of her eyes. She didn't like cats who acted like that-- mainly Alabasterpaw-- just to get attention. And yet here, before her, was one of those 'dramatic cats.'
　
She flinched as though he had slapped her, and then her hues grew cold. So this was what she was going to get for trying to help. So this was what he wanted to give her, all this talk and now he was stabbing her over and over, pinning her down so he could finish her off. Her chest hurt. And then she was done. She couldn't handle any more. "Needless affection? Is that what you call it? Staying with someone that my mindless sister has broken and helping them heal, is that what you call needless affection? What if it were you, huh? Would you be glad to have someone there, acting with you to show you how quickly you can move on? It's called playacting for a reason, Azulpaw; it's acting. Acting was made to fool other cats, and if you decide to fall for it, that's fine by me. And he won't have to go through it a second time, because if I need to I will stay with him until he's over me. And do you know why? Because I have a heart, and I'm willing to do what it takes to mend your friend's. I doubt you would do that for anyone." She hissed, her hues snapping and dancing coldly, her expression that of a cat who had had enough for one day. She meant every word she said; if she needed to, she would stay with the tom. No matter whether her own heart was occupied by someone else or not.
　
"Yeah? Well guess what; we're not perfect. Maybe I like pompous jerks. But you're so blind, you never would have know that, because you'll always be missing what's right in front of you." She snapped, and with that, she turned around, being sure to hit him with her tail before she headed back towards Bluepaw, her delicate, slim frame showing as she headed towards the tom, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth angrily, eyes narrowed so that they looked as though they were never going to become friendly again. She was furious. She had liked Azulpaw-- but he was acting like a jerk, and although she did like that about him-- sometimes he was too much. She was so done with games, and playacting-- but she had to remind Bluepaw, remind him this was just a game. Just acting for her sister before it got too far in.
　
Alabasterpaw stepped out of the shadows like a white shadow herself, blue hues gleaming as she stepped up behind Azulpaw. "Poor thing. Lost the love of your life then, have you?" She asked in a soft whisper like Asterpaw's, but less friendly-- more creepy. It seemed as though Alabasterpaw had transformed herself into one of the shadows, and she was living among them... quite strange, and quite eerie, but she didn't mind. Strange and eerie were sort of her things. She circled the tom, glancing at his injured paw momentarily before moving onwards. "What if I told you that you could be the one she was 'playacting' with? And not playacting; more like speaking for real?" She asked, cocking her head to one side. It was a risky move. But one she was sure were going to reap benefits. Loads and loads of benefits; just as soon as she got this tom to agree to her terms.
　
Asterpaw approached Bluepaw, forcing a smile on her maw as she glanced around for her sister. The attractive white demon-angel, as Asterpaw sometimes thought of her as, was nowhere in sight. Good. She thought satisfactedly, smiling as she sat down before the tom. "Look, Bluepaw-- I really like you, I do. I wouldn't be doing this for you otherwise. But you have to remember that this is just playacting, nothing more... so don't get too carried away, huh?" She asked, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as she tried to smile-- somewhat uneasily-- at the tom. It wasn't going too well on her side, and she could almost hear Alabasterpaw laughing.

Bluepaw looked uneasy at the blue feline in front of him. He tilted his head at her, ‘’Why does it have to be a play act?’’ He asked with the utmost curiosity. ‘’I don’t do well at acting.’’ The blue-eyed tom told her before looking at his paws. He didn’t want to act like he liked her. He DID like her. At first glance, he thought she was really cute, but it was Alabasterpaw that stood out--maybe because she talked to him first? She approached him first with a confident stride that he fell in love with. But he noted that Asterpaw had much of the heart. She was so kind, and he hated that he failed to notice it when they first met.

‘’I really do like you though,’’ He says as if he was offended. A look of realization flashed through his eyes. ‘’Is it because of Azulpaw? Do you like him?’’ He asked in a rushed tone. ‘’I can be just like him if you want! I’m actually a lot better than him.’’ Bluepaw gave a careless shrug. He had nothing to fear. Azulpaw was not competition. At least he hoped that the grey tom wasn’t any competition.

His mind recounted earlier of how he pinned his friend down,causing a limp. It filled Bluepaw up with guilt, but at the moment. He was satisfied with it happening to the young apprentice. And, though it was wrong for him to want his friend to be hurt. It was some type of jealousy wavering through the air, and he had a longing feeling to hurt Azulpaw even more. ‘’I mean, of course you don’t like him. What would you see in him?’’ He replied confidently to himself, as if he knew all the answers already. Which he did, and he wasn’t going to allow her to say otherwise. He gently went back up to her and nuzzled her, a purr emitting out. ‘’I like you a lot, Asterpaw. We could make this work. Please?’’ He begged, hoping for her answer to make him happy.

Azulpaw let out a low hiss, remembering his argument earlier with Asterpaw. He was not the least bit happy, and he was on the verge of breaking. Yet, she was right about everything. Maybe he didn’t have a heart to care enough to think of his broken friend in need. But would she actually be with him for the rest of her life? If he knew Bluepaw well, the tom would do anything at extreme limits to keep a she-cat. Azulpaw could imagine them becoming mates, having kits, and he’d be on the sideline, always telling the famous story of how he lost the one she-cat that brought spark into his life--within a day!

Azulpaw wanted to curl up and sleep the rest of his days away, but instead he continued to walk on. His paw was hurting. Badly. He allowed himself to sit for a few moments, looking up at the bright colored sky. Maybe sightseeing from above could make him happy. He cursed himself for getting into this mess. He cursed himself from not tagging along with Silverpaw when he had the chance.

Now, in his time of need where was the apprentice? Why wasn’t she there to pick him up as she always done? Did he even have a reason to feel broken anyway? "Yeah? Well guess what; we're not perfect. Maybe I like pompous jerks. But you're so blind, you never would have know that, because you'll always be missing what's right in front of you." Her words made him flinch, and in that exact moment, he wished he were blind. He wished he couldn’t see the pain look on her face. He wished he didn’t see the clear raw emotion that surrounded them.

He was relieved that he thought Silverpaw was behind him when in reality it was the queen of the demons herself. ‘’You can’t be scaring me, sweetheart. You’re trying to make me have a heart attack?’’ He smirked, but it failed. Sometimes jokes don’t always help in certain situations.

Azulpaw rolled his eyes at the thought. ‘’The love of my life, huh? That’s very farfetched since I’ve only met her today. ‘’ He wanted Alabasterpaw to get away from him. He didn’t want to see her. Everything was her fault anyway. ‘’Don’t you have another heart to break, love?’’ He spat at her in an menacing way until he heard the proposition she was throwing out.

‘’I think if we both have mouths, we’re speaking real.’’ This time his smirk was real as he stared at the corner of his eyes at the attractive feline. ‘’Besides if you hadn’t noticed, we’re not talking. She’s staying with Bluepaw until he doesn’t need her. The she-cat doesn’t even know that she’s playing life support for him.’’ Azulpaw says, but he wondered about this plan that Alabasterpaw had. She was, indeed, a sneaky cat. And why did she want to carry it out anyway? It wasn’t like she was suppose to care about how the tom felt after the deed was done.

Azulpaw then pulled himself closer to her, a purr emitting from his throat. ‘’You intrigued me, dear. Honestly. I guess I’ll see what you’re up to. What’s the worst that can happen to me?’’ A silent sharp pang came into his heart as he remembered mentioning it earlier to Asterpaw. ‘’I’m already numb. What more can they do to me?’’ and, here he was. Numb. Emotional. Yet still as smooth as ever. But secretly, he could imagine this fake play acting turning into something much more real, and everlasting.

He couldn’t shake the fact that Asterpaw was a cat to her word. If she said she would stay with him, then she would stay with Bluepaw. But, what would happen if Azulpaw needed her? Would she even come? Would she even care? Another sharp pang entered his heart, and his eyes hardened.

No, she wouldn’t.

lone

March 17th, 2017, 05:26 AM

Bluepaw looked uneasy at the blue feline in front of him. He tilted his head at her, ‘’Why does it have to be a play act?’’ He asked with the utmost curiosity. ‘’I don’t do well at acting.’’ The blue-eyed tom told her before looking at his paws. He didn’t want to act like he liked her. He DID like her. At first glance, he thought she was really cute, but it was Alabasterpaw that stood out--maybe because she talked to him first? She approached him first with a confident stride that he fell in love with. But he noted that Asterpaw had much of the heart. She was so kind, and he hated that he failed to notice it when they first met.

‘’I really do like you though,’’ He says as if he was offended. A look of realization flashed through his eyes. ‘’Is it because of Azulpaw? Do you like him?’’ He asked in a rushed tone. ‘’I can be just like him if you want! I’m actually a lot better than him.’’ Bluepaw gave a careless shrug. He had nothing to fear. Azulpaw was not competition. At least he hoped that the grey tom wasn’t any competition.

His mind recounted earlier of how he pinned his friend down,causing a limp. It filled Bluepaw up with guilt, but at the moment. He was satisfied with it happening to the young apprentice. And, though it was wrong for him to want his friend to be hurt. It was some type of jealousy wavering through the air, and he had a longing feeling to hurt Azulpaw even more. ‘’I mean, of course you don’t like him. What would you see in him?’’ He replied confidently to himself, as if he knew all the answers already. Which he did, and he wasn’t going to allow her to say otherwise. He gently went back up to her and nuzzled her, a purr emitting out. ‘’I like you a lot, Asterpaw. We could make this work. Please?’’ He begged, hoping for her answer to make him happy.

Azulpaw let out a low hiss, remembering his argument earlier with Asterpaw. He was not the least bit happy, and he was on the verge of breaking. Yet, she was right about everything. Maybe he didn’t have a heart to care enough to think of his broken friend in need. But would she actually be with him for the rest of her life? If he knew Bluepaw well, the tom would do anything at extreme limits to keep a she-cat. Azulpaw could imagine them becoming mates, having kits, and he’d be on the sideline, always telling the famous story of how he lost the one she-cat that brought spark into his life--within a day!

Azulpaw wanted to curl up and sleep the rest of his days away, but instead he continued to walk on. His paw was hurting. Badly. He allowed himself to sit for a few moments, looking up at the bright colored sky. Maybe sightseeing from above could make him happy. He cursed himself for getting into this mess. He cursed himself from not tagging along with Silverpaw when he had the chance.

Now, in his time of need where was the apprentice? Why wasn’t she there to pick him up as she always done? Did he even have a reason to feel broken anyway? "Yeah? Well guess what; we're not perfect. Maybe I like pompous jerks. But you're so blind, you never would have know that, because you'll always be missing what's right in front of you." Her words made him flinch, and in that exact moment, he wished he were blind. He wished he couldn’t see the pain look on her face. He wished he didn’t see the clear raw emotion that surrounded them.

He was relieved that he thought Silverpaw was behind him when in reality it was the queen of the demons herself. ‘’You can’t be scaring me, sweetheart. You’re trying to make me have a heart attack?’’ He smirked, but it failed. Sometimes jokes don’t always help in certain situations.

Azulpaw rolled his eyes at the thought. ‘’The love of my life, huh? That’s very farfetched since I’ve only met her today. ‘’ He wanted Alabasterpaw to get away from him. He didn’t want to see her. Everything was her fault anyway. ‘’Don’t you have another heart to break, love?’’ He spat at her in an menacing way until he heard the proposition she was throwing out.

‘’I think if we both have mouths, we’re speaking real.’’ This time his smirk was real as he stared at the corner of his eyes at the attractive feline. ‘’Besides if you hadn’t noticed, we’re not talking. She’s staying with Bluepaw until he doesn’t need her. The she-cat doesn’t even know that she’s playing life support for him.’’ Azulpaw says, but he wondered about this plan that Alabasterpaw had. She was, indeed, a sneaky cat. And why did she want to carry it out anyway? It wasn’t like she was suppose to care about how the tom felt after the deed was done.

Azulpaw then pulled himself closer to her, a purr emitting from his throat. ‘’You intrigued me, dear. Honestly. I guess I’ll see what you’re up to. What’s the worst that can happen to me?’’ A silent sharp pang came into his heart as he remembered mentioning it earlier to Asterpaw. ‘’I’m already numb. What more can they do to me?’’ and, here he was. Numb. Emotional. Yet still as smooth as ever. But secretly, he could imagine this fake play acting turning into something much more real, and everlasting.

He couldn’t shake the fact that Asterpaw was a cat to her word. If she said she would stay with him, then she would stay with Bluepaw. But, what would happen if Azulpaw needed her? Would she even come? Would she even care? Another sharp pang entered his heart, and his eyes hardened.

No, she wouldn’t.
Aster felt her blood run cold at his words. Why does it have to be a playact? She thought, swallowing lightly as she tried to come up with an answer. There was nothing she could say to answer that. What was she supposed to do, tell him everything? She couldn't. And she wouldn't. "Uh, ah...I... guess it doesn't?" She mewed, making the statement more of a question then anything else. She was getting herself trapped, pinned down to the ground. "But you were doing just fine! I thought you were doing amazing, you're a great actor!" She mewed in a rushed tone. Was that it? That was easily fixed. A case of bruised pride was no problem for the quick-witted feline. She would fix this up in no time at all. As long as he didn't head straight for heartbreak alley, the place where Alabasterpaw had sent so many toms before her. At least he would be safe from her accidentally doing something like that.
　
His next words sent a look of alarm crossing over her features, and she practically jumped back. "What? No! No, no, no..." She mewed, although she didn't like the way Bluepaw mentioned being 'better then him.' She was too nice to bring it up-- for her sister's victims, she tolerated pretty much anything. But this was beginning to grow ridiculous. There wasn't a cat alive who fell in love that quickly! And yet Bluepaw seemed to have fallen for her the second she came to comfort him. Was that just the weird way love worked? "And you aren't 'better' then him." She retorted grumpily, the first thing she had said that actually sounded as though she were frustrated with the tom. She was quickly beginning to lose patience; she wasn't going to be able to do this.
　
Why did he like her, of all cats? In all the moons she'd been helping the broken-hearted victims of her sister's, not one had decided to act in the manner that he was right now. Maybe I like pompous jerks. Her own words came to mind, although she decided not to speak them aloud. However, her blood was boiling; she hated it when she was in the middle of something like this. And what about Azulpaw's argument with her? What had he meant? Why did it matter to him whether she stayed with his best friend-- she wouldn't leave him! And yet, there was something so undeniably weird about the way he had acted. A familiar expression, but one that Asterpaw couldn't quite pin. "I-- I don't-- I never meant--" She stammered, trying to find the right words to use. None came to mind. What was she supposed to say, 'I don't like you so tough luck?' "Maybe we should be better friends first, huh? Then we'll see if we can make this work. But for now, we've got to keep acting-- just while Alabasterpaw's around, okay?" She asked, cocking her head to the side and giving him a brilliant smile. Her heart ached at the memory of the tom's harsh words towards her, and she felt as though she were being ripped in half. Why was he acting like that? Like a...jerk. Did she like pompous jerks? She wasn't sure, but there was certainly something captivating about the blue tom.
　
Alabasterpaw laughed, a hollow, shallow sound. "Something's obviously wrong with you, love. I can tell just by the expression on your face. And anyways; can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me you don't like her at all? That you don't care about her at all? When you do that, I'll believe you." She laughed again, this one sounding more melodic then the last, although there was still a hollowness to it. And she looked incredibly tired, like she had been up all night-- though it hadn't been that long. What had happened to Alabasterpaw? Well, the she cat had been stalking the forests, and stepping in and out of shadows would give her a strange, curious look. Like she was a creature of the shadows. And perhaps that was exactly what she was... so much for being a good looking cat. Alabasterpaw slipped up next to him.
　
"You misunderstand, dear. I mean she'll actually mean the words she says. Rather then acting-- pretending, that is. Another form of lying-- silly, silly girl. Should've known I'd figure it out sooner or later." She half laughed, half coughed-- and eventually shook out her pelt to the point where it fluffed up as usual, attractively and very nicely. She was proud of it. "Oh good, I knew you would accept it. Now listen-- my sister's not too big on jealousy, but heartbreak is a big deal with her. So you're going to be my next victim. And if I'm not mistaken-- I never am, I can see these things coming days away-- she'll eventually fall for you. And I'll get your friend back to toy with some more. Of course, there's always the possibility she'll discard you once your heart is "mended..." but then again, that's a chance we'll have to take, isn't it?" Alabasterpaw asked, a cruel smile revealing her fangs. She wasn't a bad cat; not really, at least. She awaited Azulpaw's response, to see if he would go with her somewhat cruel, and yet she had no doubt effective plan. "So? What do you say?" She asked, cocking her head to one side as she did so.
　
"Do we have a deal?"

Brilliance

March 17th, 2017, 06:01 AM

Aster felt her blood run cold at his words. Why does it have to be a playact? She thought, swallowing lightly as she tried to come up with an answer. There was nothing she could say to answer that. What was she supposed to do, tell him everything? She couldn't. And she wouldn't. "Uh, ah...I... guess it doesn't?" She mewed, making the statement more of a question then anything else. She was getting herself trapped, pinned down to the ground. "But you were doing just fine! I thought you were doing amazing, you're a great actor!" She mewed in a rushed tone. Was that it? That was easily fixed. A case of bruised pride was no problem for the quick-witted feline. She would fix this up in no time at all. As long as he didn't head straight for heartbreak alley, the place where Alabasterpaw had sent so many toms before her. At least he would be safe from her accidentally doing something like that.
　
His next words sent a look of alarm crossing over her features, and she practically jumped back. "What? No! No, no, no..." She mewed, although she didn't like the way Bluepaw mentioned being 'better then him.' She was too nice to bring it up-- for her sister's victims, she tolerated pretty much anything. But this was beginning to grow ridiculous. There wasn't a cat alive who fell in love that quickly! And yet Bluepaw seemed to have fallen for her the second she came to comfort him. Was that just the weird way love worked? "And you aren't 'better' then him." She retorted grumpily, the first thing she had said that actually sounded as though she were frustrated with the tom. She was quickly beginning to lose patience; she wasn't going to be able to do this.
　
Why did he like her, of all cats? In all the moons she'd been helping the broken-hearted victims of her sister's, not one had decided to act in the manner that he was right now. Maybe I like pompous jerks. Her own words came to mind, although she decided not to speak them aloud. However, her blood was boiling; she hated it when she was in the middle of something like this. And what about Azulpaw's argument with her? What had he meant? Why did it matter to him whether she stayed with his best friend-- she wouldn't leave him! And yet, there was something so undeniably weird about the way he had acted. A familiar expression, but one that Asterpaw couldn't quite pin. "I-- I don't-- I never meant--" She stammered, trying to find the right words to use. None came to mind. What was she supposed to say, 'I don't like you so tough luck?' "Maybe we should be better friends first, huh? Then we'll see if we can make this work. But for now, we've got to keep acting-- just while Alabasterpaw's around, okay?" She asked, cocking her head to the side and giving him a brilliant smile. Her heart ached at the memory of the tom's harsh words towards her, and she felt as though she were being ripped in half. Why was he acting like that? Like a...jerk. Did she like pompous jerks? She wasn't sure, but there was certainly something captivating about the blue tom.
　
Alabasterpaw laughed, a hollow, shallow sound. "Something's obviously wrong with you, love. I can tell just by the expression on your face. And anyways; can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me you don't like her at all? That you don't care about her at all? When you do that, I'll believe you." She laughed again, this one sounding more melodic then the last, although there was still a hollowness to it. And she looked incredibly tired, like she had been up all night-- though it hadn't been that long. What had happened to Alabasterpaw? Well, the she cat had been stalking the forests, and stepping in and out of shadows would give her a strange, curious look. Like she was a creature of the shadows. And perhaps that was exactly what she was... so much for being a good looking cat. Alabasterpaw slipped up next to him.
　
"You misunderstand, dear. I mean she'll actually mean the words she says. Rather then acting-- pretending, that is. Another form of lying-- silly, silly girl. Should've known I'd figure it out sooner or later." She half laughed, half coughed-- and eventually shook out her pelt to the point where it fluffed up as usual, attractively and very nicely. She was proud of it. "Oh good, I knew you would accept it. Now listen-- my sister's not too big on jealousy, but heartbreak is a big deal with her. So you're going to be my next victim. And if I'm not mistaken-- I never am, I can see these things coming days away-- she'll eventually fall for you. And I'll get your friend back to toy with some more. Of course, there's always the possibility she'll discard you once your heart is "mended..." but then again, that's a chance we'll have to take, isn't it?" Alabasterpaw asked, a cruel smile revealing her fangs. She wasn't a bad cat; not really, at least. She awaited Azulpaw's response, to see if he would go with her somewhat cruel, and yet she had no doubt effective plan. "So? What do you say?" She asked, cocking her head to one side as she did so.
　
"Do we have a deal?"

Azulpaw took her up on that challenge, wanting to stare her in the eyes and admit that he didn’t like Asterpaw. But looking into Alabasterpaw’s eyes was like staring Medusa in the eyes. You would freeze. Turn to stone. And, that’s what he felt at that exact moment. But, what did Alabasterpaw ever know about liking someone? Her interest came within a day and was gone within a night! The grey tom rolled his eyes at her, but he allowed her to continue because he was curious about what this plan she had was. And, when he heard it, he doubt it would work. ‘’I already don’t like you. You trying to make me hate you, darling?’’ The grey tom spoked after some time, his voice on the edge of agitation.

‘’Besides, I would had already had her attention if it weren’t for YOU breaking up with my low-balling best friend. Now look at the mess were in. We’re in YOUR mess. That YOU need to be cleaning up--not Asterpaw, you inconsiderate piece of work.’’ He snapped at her, not knowing why. He was still half-angry at himself for earlier. For allowing Asterpaw to leave without mending what was broken. Could anyone blame them?

‘’But, because I need to apologize to that sister of yours,’’ He paused, sighing longingly. He seriously doubted that the she-cat would ever look his way again-- not that she had in the first place. He always saw that she would be tranced by the sky or small critters. She would be interested in nature, and he liked that. ‘’We have a deal.’’ He says, giving her a smirk. ‘’Just don’t fall for me.’’ He added, jokingly.

Bluepaw stared intently at Asterpaw, and he felt as if he said something wrong. As he listened to her, he noticed the slight hesitation in her expressions, and he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. ‘’It’s okay. We’ll grow closer,’’ He sat down close to her, allowing his pelt to brush hers. ‘’I think we will be magnificent friends, but I don’t see why we have to act this out. I can’t act out something that I know is real in my heart, Asterpaw. It just doesn’t work for me.’’ And, it didn’t. He fell in love at the touch of a simple word. All Asterpaw had to do was captivate him with her sweet words. Her sweet voice. And, he was hooked. After all, the she-cat was related closely to Alabasterpaw. He wondered if she knew that she carried some traits closely to her.

Minus the heartbreak one, of course. Asterpaw wouldn’t be the one to break someone’s heart. ‘’I’m just happy that you’ve been there for me. It would be nice if Alabasterpaw gave me an apology and all. I mean, she did bruise me up internally.’’ He gave a light chuckle. It wasn’t funny, but he needed a little bit of cruel positivity in his life.

Bluepaw was willing to go slow for Asterpaw. He was willing to do anything for her. When he looked at her once again, he felt an incredible feeling of warmth enter his body, and he knew that he didn’t want to leave the feline’s side.

‘’It’s going to be a real problem with Azulpaw and me.’’ He mumbled under his breath, ‘’But just so you know it’s not going to be your fault. If he decides to fight me anyway,’’ A dark feeling arose in his voice, and he trailed off, looking into the distance, and letting the wind carry his words away.

Azulpaw got up, stretching from his spot. He stared at the attractive feline, finding her presence not that bad--or sorrowful to be around. Yet, she still seemed pretty stupid to him. He still doubted her plan to work, but he was desperate to be near Asterpaw again. And, to talk to her. And, to tease her. And, to annoy her. He hated that he overreacted, but it was the heat of the moment. It was what he was feeling deep inside. He was hurt. The words she said to him, the way she treated him after Bluepaw’s broken heart. He was truly hurt. And, yet he didn’t think it would had ever been him to hurt like that in his life.

‘’I hope you do know what you are doing. But, if you’re going to use Bluepaw for a toy again--you can forget about it. Why would I allow him to go through it a second time?’’ He snorted, thinking the feline was dense-minded. Was she mouse-brained? Was pretty looks always on her mind that it was only her intelligence? ‘’Besides, you’re in for a big surprise because Blue normally don’t give second chances. He’s naive--not stupid.’’ The grey tom says, but he was more than ready to carry out the plan.

lone

March 17th, 2017, 06:52 AM

Azulpaw took her up on that challenge, wanting to stare her in the eyes and admit that he didn’t like Asterpaw. But looking into Alabasterpaw’s eyes was like staring Medusa in the eyes. You would freeze. Turn to stone. And, that’s what he felt at that exact moment. But, what did Alabasterpaw ever know about liking someone? Her interest came within a day and was gone within a night! The grey tom rolled his eyes at her, but he allowed her to continue because he was curious about what this plan she had was. And, when he heard it, he doubt it would work. ‘’I already don’t like you. You trying to make me hate you, darling?’’ The grey tom spoked after some time, his voice on the edge of agitation.

‘’Besides, I would had already had her attention if it weren’t for YOU breaking up with my low-balling best friend. Now look at the mess were in. We’re in YOUR mess. That YOU need to be cleaning up--not Asterpaw, you inconsiderate piece of work.’’ He snapped at her, not knowing why. He was still half-angry at himself for earlier. For allowing Asterpaw to leave without mending what was broken. Could anyone blame them?

‘’But, because I need to apologize to that sister of yours,’’ He paused, sighing longingly. He seriously doubted that the she-cat would ever look his way again-- not that she had in the first place. He always saw that she would be tranced by the sky or small critters. She would be interested in nature, and he liked that. ‘’We have a deal.’’ He says, giving her a smirk. ‘’Just don’t fall for me.’’ He added, jokingly.

Bluepaw stared intently at Asterpaw, and he felt as if he said something wrong. As he listened to her, he noticed the slight hesitation in her expressions, and he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. ‘’It’s okay. We’ll grow closer,’’ He sat down close to her, allowing his pelt to brush hers. ‘’I think we will be magnificent friends, but I don’t see why we have to act this out. I can’t act out something that I know is real in my heart, Asterpaw. It just doesn’t work for me.’’ And, it didn’t. He fell in love at the touch of a simple word. All Asterpaw had to do was captivate him with her sweet words. Her sweet voice. And, he was hooked. After all, the she-cat was related closely to Alabasterpaw. He wondered if she knew that she carried some traits closely to her.

Minus the heartbreak one, of course. Asterpaw wouldn’t be the one to break someone’s heart. ‘’I’m just happy that you’ve been there for me. It would be nice if Alabasterpaw gave me an apology and all. I mean, she did bruise me up internally.’’ He gave a light chuckle. It wasn’t funny, but he needed a little bit of cruel positivity in his life.

Bluepaw was willing to go slow for Asterpaw. He was willing to do anything for her. When he looked at her once again, he felt an incredible feeling of warmth enter his body, and he knew that he didn’t want to leave the feline’s side.

‘’It’s going to be a real problem with Azulpaw and me.’’ He mumbled under his breath, ‘’But just so you know it’s not going to be your fault. If he decides to fight me anyway,’’ A dark feeling arose in his voice, and he trailed off, looking into the distance, and letting the wind carry his words away.

Azulpaw got up, stretching from his spot. He stared at the attractive feline, finding her presence not that bad--or sorrowful to be around. Yet, she still seemed pretty stupid to him. He still doubted her plan to work, but he was desperate to be near Asterpaw again. And, to talk to her. And, to tease her. And, to annoy her. He hated that he overreacted, but it was the heat of the moment. It was what he was feeling deep inside. He was hurt. The words she said to him, the way she treated him after Bluepaw’s broken heart. He was truly hurt. And, yet he didn’t think it would had ever been him to hurt like that in his life.

‘’I hope you do know what you are doing. But, if you’re going to use Bluepaw for a toy again--you can forget about it. Why would I allow him to go through it a second time?’’ He snorted, thinking the feline was dense-minded. Was she mouse-brained? Was pretty looks always on her mind that it was only her intelligence? ‘’Besides, you’re in for a big surprise because Blue normally don’t give second chances. He’s naive--not stupid.’’ The grey tom says, but he was more than ready to carry out the plan.
"And why wouldn't I? If I'm going to make an enemy, might as well go all the way." She mewed with the slightest shrug, a smile coming onto her maw as she spoke. But she noted he hadn't been able to do it; look her in the eye and tell her he didn't like Asterpaw. Interesting. The white feline thought as a smirk came onto her maw. She was aware that Azulpaw didn't like her. But he wanted Asterpaw back, didn't he? And she wanted to toy with his friend some more. So it was a win-win situation. If only this dumb tom hadn't opened his big mouth the first time, she wouldn't be cleaning up this mess, and Asterpaw wouldn't be cleaning up her mess. But Asterpaw was good-- this was the first time she was learning about her sister's secret excursions, and although they had stung at first, now she was wondering how come she'd never heard about them before.
　
"My, my, such a temper, darling. And why shouldn't Asterpaw do this simple thing for me? It's not like she has anything better to do. This is the only way a tom will ever notice her-- unless, of course, they're you. Then again, you let her get away. So-- you blew your chance too." Alabasterpaw shrugged, but there was a laughing expression on her features. She was excited for this. He had let Asterpaw get away; and if she knew one thing about the she cat, she wouldn't be begging for him to hang out with her again. "Crushes" and "love" were two things that Asterpaw didn't seem to get the point of. She thought they were a waste of time. Which Alabasterpaw understood, considering her past with toms, but seriously? Did she have to act that way all the time? Talk about a friendzone.
　
"What do you have to apologize to her for? She's probably in the wrong." Alabasterpaw's voice held a tone of annoyance. She was bothered that her sister not only had one, but two toms awaiting for her to give them so much as a glance and Asterpaw didn't even care. The white she cat, on the other hand, would have given anything to have two cats staring at her like she had fallen from heaven. Of course, that was what she usually got-- and Asterpaw got nothing, that was why it was so annoying to have this the other way around. She sighed, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth, flicking upwards and twitching before she looked down at the ground with a somewhat annoyed expression. "I make no promises. Can you say the same?" She asked, with a mischievious gleam in her hues before she headed back towards where she knew Asterpaw and Bluepaw to be.
　
Asterpaw swallowed at his words and nodded, feigning a smile. She didn't know what to do. She really didn't; this was Alli's area of expertise, not hers. She was just Asterpaw, the plain blue apprentice who made sarcastic remarks, walked around all the time, was always in the background, and was constantly helping broken hearted toms. There was nothing special about her-- unlike her sister, who was constantly in the spotlight. "I understand, of course. I wish I could say I returned your feelings, truly I do...but I can't just make them appear out of thin air. I'm really, really sorry." The blue feline mewed, a look of disappointment mixed with anger crossing her features. It was an interesting expression-- and one that seemed to suit her emotions at the moment particuarly well. She sighed, curling her tail around her paws and looking up at the sky.
　
It was such a pretty shade of blue at this moment-- Asterpaw was enjoying just watching it, seeing the butterflies fly across it... the swallowtails, and the blue ones-- what had Azulpaw said they were called?-- nevermind, whatever they were, they were pretty. She looked back at Bluepaw and grinned in a more friendly manner. "She'll apologize. I'll see to it. And don't worry-- she shouldn't be coming back here to mess with you anytime soon. I'll give her a piece of my mind if she does." Asterpaw laughed, and returned her attention back to the sky. She knew that she and Bluepaw might be friends; but the way that he was treating her was bothersome, and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it. Toms just didn't treat her that way. And yet, here was Bluepaw, treating her the exact way she had expected not to be treated.
　
"Trust me. I know exactly what I'm doing." Alabasterpaw murmured as they entered the area where Bluepaw and Asterpaw came into view, and a bright smile came onto her features. "Asterpaw! My darling, beloved sister-- may I have a word with you?" She asked, glancing brightly at the she cat and looking right over Bluepaw as though he didn't exist. Oh, she would deal with him later; she definitely hadn't forgotten about him. While her own sister seemed to... be hanging out with him as though they were old friends. Odd. She hadn't expected that in such a short amount of time, and yet it was happening.
　
With a sigh, Asterpaw got to her paws and padded over towards Alabasterpaw, throwing a muttered 'be right back' in Bluepaw's direction before reaching the white she cat. "Well? You'd better have a good explanation." She hissed, glaring at her sister. She could see Alabasterpaw's hues growing wide with innocence, although that spark of mischief residing in them bothered her. Scared her, even.
　
"Oh, I do!"
　
"Well? What is it, then?"
　
"This."
　
And with that single word, Alabasterpaw gave her sister quite a powerful nudge that sent her reeling-- and stumbling right into the blue tom Azulpaw. She was pressed up against him in an uncomfortable manner before she jumped back as though she had been shocked, fur bristling and hues sparking with anger and frustration. She didn't know what to think. But she felt as though she had been betrayed.
　
Alabasterpaw shot Azulpaw a look like-- see? I told you I knew what to do. Then slunk back into the shadows, disappearing and leaving a nervous looking Asterpaw behind her who was shifting her weight and looking for any excuse to disappear like her sister had done.

Brilliance

March 17th, 2017, 08:21 AM

"And why wouldn't I? If I'm going to make an enemy, might as well go all the way." She mewed with the slightest shrug, a smile coming onto her maw as she spoke. But she noted he hadn't been able to do it; look her in the eye and tell her he didn't like Asterpaw. Interesting. The white feline thought as a smirk came onto her maw. She was aware that Azulpaw didn't like her. But he wanted Asterpaw back, didn't he? And she wanted to toy with his friend some more. So it was a win-win situation. If only this dumb tom hadn't opened his big mouth the first time, she wouldn't be cleaning up this mess, and Asterpaw wouldn't be cleaning up her mess. But Asterpaw was good-- this was the first time she was learning about her sister's secret excursions, and although they had stung at first, now she was wondering how come she'd never heard about them before.
　
"My, my, such a temper, darling. And why shouldn't Asterpaw do this simple thing for me? It's not like she has anything better to do. This is the only way a tom will ever notice her-- unless, of course, they're you. Then again, you let her get away. So-- you blew your chance too." Alabasterpaw shrugged, but there was a laughing expression on her features. She was excited for this. He had let Asterpaw get away; and if she knew one thing about the she cat, she wouldn't be begging for him to hang out with her again. "Crushes" and "love" were two things that Asterpaw didn't seem to get the point of. She thought they were a waste of time. Which Alabasterpaw understood, considering her past with toms, but seriously? Did she have to act that way all the time? Talk about a friendzone.
　
"What do you have to apologize to her for? She's probably in the wrong." Alabasterpaw's voice held a tone of annoyance. She was bothered that her sister not only had one, but two toms awaiting for her to give them so much as a glance and Asterpaw didn't even care. The white she cat, on the other hand, would have given anything to have two cats staring at her like she had fallen from heaven. Of course, that was what she usually got-- and Asterpaw got nothing, that was why it was so annoying to have this the other way around. She sighed, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth, flicking upwards and twitching before she looked down at the ground with a somewhat annoyed expression. "I make no promises. Can you say the same?" She asked, with a mischievious gleam in her hues before she headed back towards where she knew Asterpaw and Bluepaw to be.
　
Asterpaw swallowed at his words and nodded, feigning a smile. She didn't know what to do. She really didn't; this was Alli's area of expertise, not hers. She was just Asterpaw, the plain blue apprentice who made sarcastic remarks, walked around all the time, was always in the background, and was constantly helping broken hearted toms. There was nothing special about her-- unlike her sister, who was constantly in the spotlight. "I understand, of course. I wish I could say I returned your feelings, truly I do...but I can't just make them appear out of thin air. I'm really, really sorry." The blue feline mewed, a look of disappointment mixed with anger crossing her features. It was an interesting expression-- and one that seemed to suit her emotions at the moment particuarly well. She sighed, curling her tail around her paws and looking up at the sky.
　
It was such a pretty shade of blue at this moment-- Asterpaw was enjoying just watching it, seeing the butterflies fly across it... the swallowtails, and the blue ones-- what had Azulpaw said they were called?-- nevermind, whatever they were, they were pretty. She looked back at Bluepaw and grinned in a more friendly manner. "She'll apologize. I'll see to it. And don't worry-- she shouldn't be coming back here to mess with you anytime soon. I'll give her a piece of my mind if she does." Asterpaw laughed, and returned her attention back to the sky. She knew that she and Bluepaw might be friends; but the way that he was treating her was bothersome, and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it. Toms just didn't treat her that way. And yet, here was Bluepaw, treating her the exact way she had expected not to be treated.
　
"Trust me. I know exactly what I'm doing." Alabasterpaw murmured as they entered the area where Bluepaw and Asterpaw came into view, and a bright smile came onto her features. "Asterpaw! My darling, beloved sister-- may I have a word with you?" She asked, glancing brightly at the she cat and looking right over Bluepaw as though he didn't exist. Oh, she would deal with him later; she definitely hadn't forgotten about him. While her own sister seemed to... be hanging out with him as though they were old friends. Odd. She hadn't expected that in such a short amount of time, and yet it was happening.
　
With a sigh, Asterpaw got to her paws and padded over towards Alabasterpaw, throwing a muttered 'be right back' in Bluepaw's direction before reaching the white she cat. "Well? You'd better have a good explanation." She hissed, glaring at her sister. She could see Alabasterpaw's hues growing wide with innocence, although that spark of mischief residing in them bothered her. Scared her, even.
　
"Oh, I do!"
　
"Well? What is it, then?"
　
"This."
　
And with that single word, Alabasterpaw gave her sister quite a powerful nudge that sent her reeling-- and stumbling right into the blue tom Azulpaw. She was pressed up against him in an uncomfortable manner before she jumped back as though she had been shocked, fur bristling and hues sparking with anger and frustration. She didn't know what to think. But she felt as though she had been betrayed.
　
Alabasterpaw shot Azulpaw a look like-- see? I told you I knew what to do. Then slunk back into the shadows, disappearing and leaving a nervous looking Asterpaw behind her who was shifting her weight and looking for any excuse to disappear like her sister had done.

Azulpaw stood frozen to his spot. He wondered whatever Alabasterpaw was going to do, but thought nothing of it. He only tagged along to see Asterpaw...still being extremely friendly with his best friend. Not that it mattered, he tried to make himself believe. Then again, the words Alabasterpaw had said about Asterpaw bothered him to no end. He thought it was rather rude that she would even think of her sister--who accepted her in every flawed way--in that way. It was truly bothersome. It was different for Bluepaw. Azulpaw was known for insulting the tom a lot. After all, they grew up as brothers. It was what they did. But even he knew that behind--beyond that tough, bricked, cemented exterior was a sweet, compassionate, sarcastic she-cat that deserved the best. And, even beyond the best. "Heh, she sure is something special." The grey tom muttered, but was stopped when Alabasterpaw wanted to say something to her darling sister. Azulpaw stayed put. He didn't know where his role took place so he only shifted on his paws. He looked up once to see a friendly looking Bluepaw, but the next thing he knew was that everything went black. He suddenly found himself being pushed over and knocked down. When the object quickly jumped off him, he felt his movements stagger. He sat up, but instantly fell down again from the jolt of pain.

"That was your plan!" He shouted in the distance at the female who ran off. "Ah!" He slowly stood up, leaning more onto his side with less pain. Turning back to an awkward looking Asterpaw, Azulpaw smirked. "How much do you weigh?" He teased lightly, panting a bit. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable but yet, they all were uncomfortable. At that moment Azulpaw wanted to follow after the white feline and pin her up towards something. If that was her lousy plan he would had stayed put! He already had a lot of pain inflicted on him.

And, if that wasn't good enough, Bluepaw made his appearance, concern filling his expressions and his voice. He immediately came over Asterpaw's side, checking her for any bruises. "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Azulpaw snorted. "Right. Because she was the one limping all day and felt that force of impact." He replied dully.

"It's called being a gentleman." Bluepaw smiled, smugly.

Azulpaw rolled his eyes. "It's called being a stuck up." The grey apprentice decided to try to get up once again, putting pressure into the paw that wasn't hurt. He stared daggers at the tom he called a friend, as he made sure the female was alright. "I was almost killed twice today! Why won't Starclan just put me out my misery."

Before Azulpaw could pad away, Bluepaw called to him. He quickly nosed Asterpaw, and padded after Azulpaw. They were still remarkably close to the blue she-cat. Azulpaw wanted to be anywhere but there. He was not brave enough to withstand talking to her. He couldn't even look her straight in the face, without feeling himself wanting to break.

And, she was all Bluepaw's so why couldn't the piebald cat leave him be?

"Yes, friend?" Azulpaw asked, a taint of annoyance hidden in his voice.

"I sensed some...jealousy." Bluepaw put his snout in the air. "It's not a pretty look on you."

"Jealousy?" The grey tom's voice was light and airy, in a laughing like manner. "Jealousy and I don't get along, so I don't bother it."

"Are you sure?" Bluepaw flickered his tail towards the blue cat he claimed to love. "I see something happened between the two of you." He gave her a gentle look before his eyes hardened when they landed on Azulpaw.

"There is always something happening between the two of us. Why do you care?" Azulpaw's tone was uncaring, and all he wished to do was leave.

Bluepaw lowly whispered. His voice becoming menacing as he spoke. Azulpaw flickered his ears at him, an unpleasant feeling washed upon him. "Just note...if I ever see you being inappropriate with her...I will not be afraid to hurt you more than you already is. I'll break you." The tom threatened, lashing his tail in aggressive state.

Azulpaw wondered however did his friend began acting like this? He never once threatened him in his life...especially over some she-cat. But, he knew how scary the blue-eyed tom could be, so he only nodded. He flashed a hurt look towards Asterpaw. "...I guess you're going to have to tear off every piece of limb off my body, and then make sure I'm dead if you ever want me to Asterpaw alone."

"That can be arranged." The other tom threatened. It had to be some new cat that was provoking Bluepaw to act in such a manner. The once friendly, generous cat was acting sinister. And it was constantly because of some she-cat.

Azulpaw wanted to stand taller, but he couldn't. His paws were dangerously tired, and he was too tired to fight at the moment. He warned Asterpaw, but she didn't listen. She never listened to him!

He was weakened now, but he wouldn't give up. He was Azulpaw for starclan's sake! He didn't give up without a fight.

Azulpaw only stared at the two, his expression was soft when he stared at Asterpaw as if he was hoping she would forgive him silently. He longed to talk to her, to be next to her, to feel her. He gave her a ghost of a smile, remembering what she had said. Maybe, I like Pompous jerks. And with that ringing in his mind, he turned to limp away.

lone

March 17th, 2017, 12:42 PM

Azulpaw stood frozen to his spot. He wondered whatever Alabasterpaw was going to do, but thought nothing of it. He only tagged along to see Asterpaw...still being extremely friendly with his best friend. Not that it mattered, he tried to make himself believe. Then again, the words Alabasterpaw had said about Asterpaw bothered him to no end. He thought it was rather rude that she would even think of her sister--who accepted her in every flawed way--in that way. It was truly bothersome. It was different for Bluepaw. Azulpaw was known for insulting the tom a lot. After all, they grew up as brothers. It was what they did. But even he knew that behind--beyond that tough, bricked, cemented exterior was a sweet, compassionate, sarcastic she-cat that deserved the best. And, even beyond the best. "Heh, she sure is something special." The grey tom muttered, but was stopped when Alabasterpaw wanted to say something to her darling sister. Azulpaw stayed put. He didn't know where his role took place so he only shifted on his paws. He looked up once to see a friendly looking Bluepaw, but the next thing he knew was that everything went black. He suddenly found himself being pushed over and knocked down. When the object quickly jumped off him, he felt his movements stagger. He sat up, but instantly fell down again from the jolt of pain.

"That was your plan!" He shouted in the distance at the female who ran off. "Ah!" He slowly stood up, leaning more onto his side with less pain. Turning back to an awkward looking Asterpaw, Azulpaw smirked. "How much do you weigh?" He teased lightly, panting a bit. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable but yet, they all were uncomfortable. At that moment Azulpaw wanted to follow after the white feline and pin her up towards something. If that was her lousy plan he would had stayed put! He already had a lot of pain inflicted on him.

And, if that wasn't good enough, Bluepaw made his appearance, concern filling his expressions and his voice. He immediately came over Asterpaw's side, checking her for any bruises. "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Azulpaw snorted. "Right. Because she was the one limping all day and felt that force of impact." He replied dully.

"It's called being a gentleman." Bluepaw smiled, smugly.

Azulpaw rolled his eyes. "It's called being a stuck up." The grey apprentice decided to try to get up once again, putting pressure into the paw that wasn't hurt. He stared daggers at the tom he called a friend, as he made sure the female was alright. "I was almost killed twice today! Why won't Starclan just put me out my misery."

Before Azulpaw could pad away, Bluepaw called to him. He quickly nosed Asterpaw, and padded after Azulpaw. They were still remarkably close to the blue she-cat. Azulpaw wanted to be anywhere but there. He was not brave enough to withstand talking to her. He couldn't even look her straight in the face, without feeling himself wanting to break.

And, she was all Bluepaw's so why couldn't the piebald cat leave him be?

"Yes, friend?" Azulpaw asked, a taint of annoyance hidden in his voice.

"I sensed some...jealousy." Bluepaw put his snout in the air. "It's not a pretty look on you."

"Jealousy?" The grey tom's voice was light and airy, in a laughing like manner. "Jealousy and I don't get along, so I don't bother it."

"Are you sure?" Bluepaw flickered his tail towards the blue cat he claimed to love. "I see something happened between the two of you." He gave her a gentle look before his eyes hardened when they landed on Azulpaw.

"There is always something happening between the two of us. Why do you care?" Azulpaw's tone was uncaring, and all he wished to do was leave.

Bluepaw lowly whispered. His voice becoming menacing as he spoke. Azulpaw flickered his ears at him, an unpleasant feeling washed upon him. "Just note...if I ever see you being inappropriate with her...I will not be afraid to hurt you more than you already is. I'll break you." The tom threatened, lashing his tail in aggressive state.

Azulpaw wondered however did his friend began acting like this? He never once threatened him in his life...especially over some she-cat. But, he knew how scary the blue-eyed tom could be, so he only nodded. He flashed a hurt look towards Asterpaw. "...I guess you're going to have to tear off every piece of limb off my body, and then make sure I'm dead if you ever want me to Asterpaw alone."

"That can be arranged." The other tom threatened. It had to be some new cat that was provoking Bluepaw to act in such a manner. The once friendly, generous cat was acting sinister. And it was constantly because of some she-cat.

Azulpaw wanted to stand taller, but he couldn't. His paws were dangerously tired, and he was too tired to fight at the moment. He warned Asterpaw, but she didn't listen. She never listened to him!

He was weakened now, but he wouldn't give up. He was Azulpaw for starclan's sake! He didn't give up without a fight.

Azulpaw only stared at the two, his expression was soft when he stared at Asterpaw as if he was hoping she would forgive him silently. He longed to talk to her, to be next to her, to feel her. He gave her a ghost of a smile, remembering what she had said. Maybe, I like Pompous jerks. And with that ringing in his mind, he turned to limp away.

The she cat stood there awkwardly. And looked down at her paws. She had half-been expecting something rude to come from his maw, but he was yelling at-- Alabasterpaw? What was she doing? What did he mean, plan? Was this something all three of them had decided on? Of course it was. She was always the odd one out. And yet he was an awfully good actor-- still, she decided on the former rather then the latter just in case it were true. She didn't want to be headed for heartbreak. "I'm sorry-- Alli-- sort of does what she-- wants. She likes to-- play these kind of-- games." Asterpaw's speech was halting and nervous as she searched the tom's face. She felt horrible. And she had absolutely, positively, no idea what to do. She wanted to help-- and yet she had no idea what to do, and what if they were playing games with her? Asterpaw was sick and tired of games, and this tom was giving them to her constantly. Asterpaw felt tears spring to her hues and she looked away from him. If he were teasing her, this wasn't funny-- it wasn't a game to her-- what did he want from her? What did Alabasterpaw want from her?
　
"Me? Oh, I'm as light as a feather-- heh, that's a new low, getting knocked over by a feather." Asterpaw joked weakly, although she still looked as though she wanted to cry. She felt terrible for knocking him over-- it was obvious she had hurt him, and that had never been her goal. "I'm sorry. Can I-- let me-- here, just put your weight on me." She mewed again, and for a moment she bore the same resemblance to Alabasterpaw as she had before as she moved over towards him in order for the tom to be able to put his weight on her. It seemed like the right thing to do. She watched as Bluepaw came over, her expression calm and unworried. She wasn't quite sure what she thought of the overprotective tom. First with Alabasterpaw, and now with her... and she was angry with him for it. She didn't belong to him. She wasn't just going to 'give herself away.' Especially to this tom.
　
"I'm fine. Why don't you check on your friend, the actually hurt one." She mewed, giving him a quick nudge just in case Alabasterpaw was watching, followed by a friendly smile before she sighed, hearing their argument. She didn't know what to do. And she was extraordinarily annoyed with Bluepaw, not only because he was being so protective but because he was just there-- always there. Always keeping an eye on her. And she didn't know why-- she didn't like it, and she didn't want him to be around. She headed back towards where she had last seen Alabasterpaw, and the white feline was lounging under a tree, glancing up at the sky. When she saw the blue she cat coming, she smiled.
　
"Enjoy your little moment, dear?"
　
"Why would you do something like that? What are you trying to do, make things worse?"
　
"Oh dear me, Ast. You had the nerve to call him blind, and yet you're missing quite a few things yourself!"
　
"What are you talking about."
　
"Tsk tsk, dear. I'll leave you to figure it out on your own. In the meantime, I have a grumpy apprentice to catch-- and you have a broken hearted apprentice to cheer up. Toodles!" She purred, before slipping away like a white shadow, disappearing once more and leaving Asterpaw to wonder what she had meant. It annoyed her that she had been so close to-- well, not really being friends, but at least having an understanding-- with Azulpaw, and now it was gone. She was going to have to be with Bluepaw, he was the only cat who wanted her as she was. The only cat who would understand her as she was.
　
She padded back towards Bluepaw, just in time to see Azulpaw walking away-- and her heart gave the smallest of jumps. "Azulpaw, wai-" She began, and then stopped. No-- she didn't want to tear the rift even more, and she felt even worse then before. She felt as low as she could get. She turned and padded over towards Bluepaw, giving him a halfhearted smile as she nudged him lightly with her silkier blue pelt. "What were you guys talking about?" She asked in the most innocent voice she could muster.
　
Alabasterpaw caught up with the other apprentice, her blue hues twinkling like sapphires-- devilish ones at that-- and she smirked. "Quite the heated conversation with your dear, dear friend, I see. Fighting over Ast now, are you? Good grief, she's not worth it." She snapped in exasperation. All her frustration at being 'second place' poured out, and she was angry that Asterpaw didn't even have the sense to revel in it. Oh no, she was annoyed by it. Had it been Alabasterpaw, she would have known exactly what to do. But Asterpaw was confused, and lost... in other words, she just didn't deserve it.

Brilliance

March 17th, 2017, 06:05 PM

The she cat stood there awkwardly. And looked down at her paws. She had half-been expecting something rude to come from his maw, but he was yelling at-- Alabasterpaw? What was she doing? What did he mean, plan? Was this something all three of them had decided on? Of course it was. She was always the odd one out. And yet he was an awfully good actor-- still, she decided on the former rather then the latter just in case it were true. She didn't want to be headed for heartbreak. "I'm sorry-- Alli-- sort of does what she-- wants. She likes to-- play these kind of-- games." Asterpaw's speech was halting and nervous as she searched the tom's face. She felt horrible. And she had absolutely, positively, no idea what to do. She wanted to help-- and yet she had no idea what to do, and what if they were playing games with her? Asterpaw was sick and tired of games, and this tom was giving them to her constantly. Asterpaw felt tears spring to her hues and she looked away from him. If he were teasing her, this wasn't funny-- it wasn't a game to her-- what did he want from her? What did Alabasterpaw want from her?
　
"Me? Oh, I'm as light as a feather-- heh, that's a new low, getting knocked over by a feather." Asterpaw joked weakly, although she still looked as though she wanted to cry. She felt terrible for knocking him over-- it was obvious she had hurt him, and that had never been her goal. "I'm sorry. Can I-- let me-- here, just put your weight on me." She mewed again, and for a moment she bore the same resemblance to Alabasterpaw as she had before as she moved over towards him in order for the tom to be able to put his weight on her. It seemed like the right thing to do. She watched as Bluepaw came over, her expression calm and unworried. She wasn't quite sure what she thought of the overprotective tom. First with Alabasterpaw, and now with her... and she was angry with him for it. She didn't belong to him. She wasn't just going to 'give herself away.' Especially to this tom.
　
"I'm fine. Why don't you check on your friend, the actually hurt one." She mewed, giving him a quick nudge just in case Alabasterpaw was watching, followed by a friendly smile before she sighed, hearing their argument. She didn't know what to do. And she was extraordinarily annoyed with Bluepaw, not only because he was being so protective but because he was just there-- always there. Always keeping an eye on her. And she didn't know why-- she didn't like it, and she didn't want him to be around. She headed back towards where she had last seen Alabasterpaw, and the white feline was lounging under a tree, glancing up at the sky. When she saw the blue she cat coming, she smiled.
　
"Enjoy your little moment, dear?"
　
"Why would you do something like that? What are you trying to do, make things worse?"
　
"Oh dear me, Ast. You had the nerve to call him blind, and yet you're missing quite a few things yourself!"
　
"What are you talking about."
　
"Tsk tsk, dear. I'll leave you to figure it out on your own. In the meantime, I have a grumpy apprentice to catch-- and you have a broken hearted apprentice to cheer up. Toodles!" She purred, before slipping away like a white shadow, disappearing once more and leaving Asterpaw to wonder what she had meant. It annoyed her that she had been so close to-- well, not really being friends, but at least having an understanding-- with Azulpaw, and now it was gone. She was going to have to be with Bluepaw, he was the only cat who wanted her as she was. The only cat who would understand her as she was.
　
She padded back towards Bluepaw, just in time to see Azulpaw walking away-- and her heart gave the smallest of jumps. "Azulpaw, wai-" She began, and then stopped. No-- she didn't want to tear the rift even more, and she felt even worse then before. She felt as low as she could get. She turned and padded over towards Bluepaw, giving him a halfhearted smile as she nudged him lightly with her silkier blue pelt. "What were you guys talking about?" She asked in the most innocent voice she could muster.
　
Alabasterpaw caught up with the other apprentice, her blue hues twinkling like sapphires-- devilish ones at that-- and she smirked. "Quite the heated conversation with your dear, dear friend, I see. Fighting over Ast now, are you? Good grief, she's not worth it." She snapped in exasperation. All her frustration at being 'second place' poured out, and she was angry that Asterpaw didn't even have the sense to revel in it. Oh no, she was annoyed by it. Had it been Alabasterpaw, she would have known exactly what to do. But Asterpaw was confused, and lost... in other words, she just didn't deserve it.

‘’I do NOT want to deal with you at the moment, you annoying piece of riffraff.’’ Azulpaw cursed towards Alabasterpaw. So much for thinking her plan could actually work! Instead he got paid in a deeper limp. ‘’As if Bluepaw pinning me down wasn’t good enough to satiate you. What is wrong with you?’’ He stopped, analyzing the female on the side of him. He quickly moved to where she was in front of him, and he glared at her---menacingly and uncomfortably. If looks could kill, Alabasterpaw would most likely be dead, and up in Starclan if she were lucky. ‘’Do you live for seeing me in pain!?’’ He hissed, and turned away from her.

Azulpaw felt his blood boiling. In that moment, he didn’t feel his limp. His emotional pain was kicking in, making his physical pain the antidote. He began slamming his paw against the ground hoping to kick in some higher pain.

It worked. The apprentice knocked himself down, falling to his paws out of frustration--out of sorrow. At Alabasterpaw’s next words, he felt every being in him grow cold. His temperature of tolerance for her went below zero. He would lash out at her if he weren’t in this condition. ‘’As far as I’m concerned. The only one that’s not worth is you.’’ He looked her up and down as if she were scum. ‘’You may be pretty, but get with the times, sweetheart! Asterpaw didn’t ask for this...so YOU need to fix this, darling.’’ He then smirked, his anger subsiding for a second as his eyes pierced her, ‘’Are you jealous because your sister is getting all the attention and you’re not?’ He bared his teeth out of anger once more, ‘’Sorry if we can’t cater to your feelings, love!’’

Bluepaw blinked his eyes for a second, thinking. He watched in the distance as his friend trotted away, a sweet look of innocence crossed his face. He sat down on his haunches thinking about what he said. Did he mean it? Bluepaw looked down uncomfortably at his paws, his eyes down casted. He didn’t want to hurt his friend. It was all for show. It was all to get a point across to stay away from the she-cat---his she-cat.

He gave a bright smile when Asterpaw appeared, and all his thoughts washed away. She was a good friend. She was delicate and gentle. She was humorous. Bluepaw felt jealous that Azulpaw was stuck with her earlier, and he didn’t get a chance to even get to know her because he was stuck in love with her stabbing-hearted sister.

Bluepaw shrugged, ‘’Just...getting some points across.’’ He flashed his eyes at her. He didn’t want her to worry. He knew that the feline had some connections with his grey friend. And, it still made him jealous--but that was still...her friend?

Were they friends?

‘’Are the two of you friends?’’ His voice was tainted with some disturbance that he was afraid of the answer because he knew what she might say. And, he had to take in some understanding that she had feelings to consider as well. ‘’I mean...you should go talk to him.’’ Bluepaw felt a pang in his heart, but he felt guilty. He did almost kill his friend today over Alabasterpaw, and he would had done it again for Asterpaw--which seem to not want it. ‘’I know the two of you are...close.’’ Even he knew that he would be keeping his eyes on the both of them. She was still his, as far as he knew, and he wasn’t letting her out of his sights any time soon.

Although, he would like to talk to that lousy sister of hers. Hoping to get some points across. He flexed his claws a bit, digging them into the earth. Why was he so bloodthirsty now all of a sudden?

Azulpaw turned to go, staggering a bit as he stood up. ‘’Don’t you think work is calling your name? Go break somebody’s heart who gives you the time of day!’’ His voice was low and stalked away, hoping to find a nearby tree or a stream of water. At that moment he would had loved to jump into the water, and see how far it could take him. But, his heart still hurt. And, for two reasons only;

He was losing best friend. His brother.
He lost the she-cat that he liked a lot. Heck, probably even loved if he weren’t so in denial.

But, all in all he felt as if he lost two very special cats.

lone

March 17th, 2017, 07:23 PM

‘’I do NOT want to deal with you at the moment, you annoying piece of riffraff.’’ Azulpaw cursed towards Alabasterpaw. So much for thinking her plan could actually work! Instead he got paid in a deeper limp. ‘’As if Bluepaw pinning me down wasn’t good enough to satiate you. What is wrong with you?’’ He stopped, analyzing the female on the side of him. He quickly moved to where she was in front of him, and he glared at her---menacingly and uncomfortably. If looks could kill, Alabasterpaw would most likely be dead, and up in Starclan if she were lucky. ‘’Do you live for seeing me in pain!?’’ He hissed, and turned away from her.

Azulpaw felt his blood boiling. In that moment, he didn’t feel his limp. His emotional pain was kicking in, making his physical pain the antidote. He began slamming his paw against the ground hoping to kick in some higher pain.

It worked. The apprentice knocked himself down, falling to his paws out of frustration--out of sorrow. At Alabasterpaw’s next words, he felt every being in him grow cold. His temperature of tolerance for her went below zero. He would lash out at her if he weren’t in this condition. ‘’As far as I’m concerned. The only one that’s not worth is you.’’ He looked her up and down as if she were scum. ‘’You may be pretty, but get with the times, sweetheart! Asterpaw didn’t ask for this...so YOU need to fix this, darling.’’ He then smirked, his anger subsiding for a second as his eyes pierced her, ‘’Are you jealous because your sister is getting all the attention and you’re not?’ He bared his teeth out of anger once more, ‘’Sorry if we can’t cater to your feelings, love!’’

Bluepaw blinked his eyes for a second, thinking. He watched in the distance as his friend trotted away, a sweet look of innocence crossed his face. He sat down on his haunches thinking about what he said. Did he mean it? Bluepaw looked down uncomfortably at his paws, his eyes down casted. He didn’t want to hurt his friend. It was all for show. It was all to get a point across to stay away from the she-cat---his she-cat.

He gave a bright smile when Asterpaw appeared, and all his thoughts washed away. She was a good friend. She was delicate and gentle. She was humorous. Bluepaw felt jealous that Azulpaw was stuck with her earlier, and he didn’t get a chance to even get to know her because he was stuck in love with her stabbing-hearted sister.

Bluepaw shrugged, ‘’Just...getting some points across.’’ He flashed his eyes at her. He didn’t want her to worry. He knew that the feline had some connections with his grey friend. And, it still made him jealous--but that was still...her friend?

Were they friends?

‘’Are the two of you friends?’’ His voice was tainted with some disturbance that he was afraid of the answer because he knew what she might say. And, he had to take in some understanding that she had feelings to consider as well. ‘’I mean...you should go talk to him.’’ Bluepaw felt a pang in his heart, but he felt guilty. He did almost kill his friend today over Alabasterpaw, and he would had done it again for Asterpaw--which seem to not want it. ‘’I know the two of you are...close.’’ Even he knew that he would be keeping his eyes on the both of them. She was still his, as far as he knew, and he wasn’t letting her out of his sights any time soon.

Although, he would like to talk to that lousy sister of hers. Hoping to get some points across. He flexed his claws a bit, digging them into the earth. Why was he so bloodthirsty now all of a sudden?

Azulpaw turned to go, staggering a bit as he stood up. ‘’Don’t you think work is calling your name? Go break somebody’s heart who gives you the time of day!’’ His voice was low and stalked away, hoping to find a nearby tree or a stream of water. At that moment he would had loved to jump into the water, and see how far it could take him. But, his heart still hurt. And, for two reasons only;

He was losing best friend. His brother.
He lost the she-cat that he liked a lot. Heck, probably even loved if he weren’t so in denial.

But, all in all he felt as if he lost two very special cats.

"Temper, temper, love." Alabasterpaw shook her head. If only she had a reason to snap at him-- to get back at him-- that would be one of the best memories of her life. But she really didn't. He hadn't done anything to hurt Asterpaw. And she didn't care what he said about her; his opinion didn't matter much right now. "I do, I really do. I love seeing you in pain-- my dear sister, on the other paw, hates it. She'd do anything to keep you from getting hurt again." She laughed, one of her hollow, yet melodic sounds. An idea crossed through her mind again and her hues narrowed. She would carry it out later-- once she was sure that Asterpaw was watching. This should definitely work-- and she would get what she wanted too, seeing Azulpaw in more pain. It was certainly amusing.
　
"Oh on the contrary. Asterpaw got herself into this. She's the one who decided to deal with broken hearts. She's quite stupid, really-- I suppose her and Bluepaw are just perfect. Too bad for you, love-- looks like you don't stand a chance." The tip of her tail twitched back and forth as she laughed a little, her hues gleaming in an interested manner. The feline was obviously thinking up another scheme. And then-- she exploded. She was done with cats talking about Asterpaw getting all the attention-- what had she done to deserve it! As calmly as she could, she drew herself up. "Does Asterpaw deserve that attention? She's not pretty. She's not even that smart. She doesn't do anything right. She's stupid enough to go with your broken hearted friend, and she's rejecting you both. So how is she worth your attention?" Alabasterpaw snapped, stamping her paws in an angry manner. She was furious-- livid-- irate that her worthless sister was getting attention now. What was so great about Asterpaw, anyways?
　
"Just getting some 'points across,' huh?" The feline asked with a smile. She cocked her head to the side upon hearing his statements; why did Bluepaw think she should go to him? What good was that going to do, Azulpaw didn't care for her! But if that was what the tom wanted, she supposed she should do it. Besides-- it couldn't do any harm, could it? "We aren't close. But I'll go talk to him." She mewed, with another one of her friendly smiles as she got to her paws and headed over in the direction she had seen her sister going. She was growing closer to that area when she heard a sound. The sound of Alabasterpaw's attack. And her blood ran cold.
　
In the meantime, Alabasterpaw had been planning. She was preparing her attack, preparing to do as she had planned. And she leapt through the air, aiming to pin Azulpaw down to the ground. Oh, she wouldn't kill him-- or hurt him, really-- but she would be able to watch him in pain anyways, something that she was quickly beginning to enjoy.
　
And then Asterpaw sailed through the air, barreling into her sister's side.
　
The two landed in a heap, Asterpaw on the bottom, pinned down and feeling the pressure on her chest and limbs from Alabasterpaw. "I told you, love. She'd do anything to keep you from getting hurt." Alabasterpaw laughed, keeping her sister firmly pinned down. Her hues gleamed cruely, though she wasn't really a bad cat. She was doing this for Asterpaw, and for both of them. Oh, they would realize it soon enough. "This would be you. She stepped in. You gonna let her take this for you?" Alabasterpaw asked, a smirk fixed firmly on her features. Asterpaw was continuing to struggle beneath her, and Alabasterpaw pushed down harder till the blue feline felt as though all the air was escaping from her lungs.
　
"Stop...this...Alli," Asterpaw half gasped, half commanded. She knew Alabasterpaw wouldn't kill her. She wouldn't even try. But she was definitely hurting her-- and that, she knew her sister was aware of. "This is the cat you choose, Azulpaw?" Alabasterpaw mocked, pressing down one final time before getting off of her sister. Asterpaw was alright-- shaken, but alright. Her limbs felt like they had been strained to a breaking point, though she would never show it. She got to her paws, watching as Alabasterpaw slunk into the shadows. "You're lucky...I was...here." It was still difficult for her to talk, as she was having trouble breathing from Alabasterpaw's anger spree, but she would live. That was what was important, that she lived to fight another day. And she would.
　
Alabasterpaw slunk back to Camp where she spotted the always naive, and yet somewhat handsome Bluepaw sitting in the clearing. With a smirk on her maw and intentions, both good and bad, darting around in her head, she approached him. "My sister's not too much better then me, is she? Leaving you alone... tsk tsk, Bluepaw."She smirked, and then waited for the tom's reaction to her presence.

Brilliance

March 17th, 2017, 08:18 PM

"Temper, temper, love." Alabasterpaw shook her head. If only she had a reason to snap at him-- to get back at him-- that would be one of the best memories of her life. But she really didn't. He hadn't done anything to hurt Asterpaw. And she didn't care what he said about her; his opinion didn't matter much right now. "I do, I really do. I love seeing you in pain-- my dear sister, on the other paw, hates it. She'd do anything to keep you from getting hurt again." She laughed, one of her hollow, yet melodic sounds. An idea crossed through her mind again and her hues narrowed. She would carry it out later-- once she was sure that Asterpaw was watching. This should definitely work-- and she would get what she wanted too, seeing Azulpaw in more pain. It was certainly amusing.
　
"Oh on the contrary. Asterpaw got herself into this. She's the one who decided to deal with broken hearts. She's quite stupid, really-- I suppose her and Bluepaw are just perfect. Too bad for you, love-- looks like you don't stand a chance." The tip of her tail twitched back and forth as she laughed a little, her hues gleaming in an interested manner. The feline was obviously thinking up another scheme. And then-- she exploded. She was done with cats talking about Asterpaw getting all the attention-- what had she done to deserve it! As calmly as she could, she drew herself up. "Does Asterpaw deserve that attention? She's not pretty. She's not even that smart. She doesn't do anything right. She's stupid enough to go with your broken hearted friend, and she's rejecting you both. So how is she worth your attention?" Alabasterpaw snapped, stamping her paws in an angry manner. She was furious-- livid-- irate that her worthless sister was getting attention now. What was so great about Asterpaw, anyways?
　
"Just getting some 'points across,' huh?" The feline asked with a smile. She cocked her head to the side upon hearing his statements; why did Bluepaw think she should go to him? What good was that going to do, Azulpaw didn't care for her! But if that was what the tom wanted, she supposed she should do it. Besides-- it couldn't do any harm, could it? "We aren't close. But I'll go talk to him." She mewed, with another one of her friendly smiles as she got to her paws and headed over in the direction she had seen her sister going. She was growing closer to that area when she heard a sound. The sound of Alabasterpaw's attack. And her blood ran cold.
　
In the meantime, Alabasterpaw had been planning. She was preparing her attack, preparing to do as she had planned. And she leapt through the air, aiming to pin Azulpaw down to the ground. Oh, she wouldn't kill him-- or hurt him, really-- but she would be able to watch him in pain anyways, something that she was quickly beginning to enjoy.
　
And then Asterpaw sailed through the air, barreling into her sister's side.
　
The two landed in a heap, Asterpaw on the bottom, pinned down and feeling the pressure on her chest and limbs from Alabasterpaw. "I told you, love. She'd do anything to keep you from getting hurt." Alabasterpaw laughed, keeping her sister firmly pinned down. Her hues gleamed cruely, though she wasn't really a bad cat. She was doing this for Asterpaw, and for both of them. Oh, they would realize it soon enough. "This would be you. She stepped in. You gonna let her take this for you?" Alabasterpaw asked, a smirk fixed firmly on her features. Asterpaw was continuing to struggle beneath her, and Alabasterpaw pushed down harder till the blue feline felt as though all the air was escaping from her lungs.
　
"Stop...this...Alli," Asterpaw half gasped, half commanded. She knew Alabasterpaw wouldn't kill her. She wouldn't even try. But she was definitely hurting her-- and that, she knew her sister was aware of. "This is the cat you choose, Azulpaw?" Alabasterpaw mocked, pressing down one final time before getting off of her sister. Asterpaw was alright-- shaken, but alright. Her limbs felt like they had been strained to a breaking point, though she would never show it. She got to her paws, watching as Alabasterpaw slunk into the shadows. "You're lucky...I was...here." It was still difficult for her to talk, as she was having trouble breathing from Alabasterpaw's anger spree, but she would live. That was what was important, that she lived to fight another day. And she would.
　
Alabasterpaw slunk back to Camp where she spotted the always naive, and yet somewhat handsome Bluepaw sitting in the clearing. With a smirk on her maw and intentions, both good and bad, darting around in her head, she approached him. "My sister's not too much better then me, is she? Leaving you alone... tsk tsk, Bluepaw."She smirked, and then waited for the tom's reaction to her presence.

Bluepaw hissed, his teeth baring. The last cat he wanted to see was Alabasterpaw. He felt his blood run all types of chilly temperatures, and he felt his eyes narrow into slits as they sunk onto the white feline. He wanted, in every part of his wellbeing, to pin her down. To choke the life out of her, so that hearts could be save. He would feel like a hero, saving the world from Alabasterpaw’s chaos. ‘’What do you want?’’ His voice held no emotion, but he looked at her. Stared into her as if she were a statue. His admiration was gone. He could see the true demon that she was, and wondered however did he fall for such a piece of...what word to describe her?

‘’As you can see, I have no desire to see you--talk to you--or hear you breath.’’ He sat up, and started padding her way as a ferocious cat. Right then and there he would choke her. He would kill her. That dark feeling arose in him. ‘’If you have nothing useful to say to me. Leave.’’ His voice hardened. It became more deep. Other cats always thought he was kind. So generous, but he was a killer in disguise. He was ready to attack. He was always sharpening his claws or pouncing on things anyway. ‘’I honestly don’t want to see you. I hate you.’’ Truth be told, he honestly missed her company. There was definitely some attraction there. It was lingering, but as far as Bluepaw was concerned...it wasn’t felt.

‘’You have a couple minutes to tell me what you want before you need to get out my face, you piece of crowfood.’’

Azulpaw didn’t know what was happening. One moment Alabasterpaw was talking to him, and the next he was pinned down, his pain increased. He let out a powerful yowl at the surprise attack. What was she trying to do? Kill him? As he fumbled with her for a moment, a sudden burst of surprise took him aback. For, he wasn’t the one pinned any longer, but Asterpaw came--like a comet, and barreled into her sister’s side.

Azulpaw’s eyes widened at the shock, and in that moment...he never hated a cat so much in his life. His limp worsened, but he picked himself up and ignored his pain. He couldn’t watch Asterpaw struggle under her sister, and the way her sister spoke as if she didn’t care...made his blood boil. He wished he could do something. And, he limped closer, his eyes narrowing. ‘’No matter what you say. No matter what you do.’’ He panted, his maw curled into a seething hiss. ‘’...Asterpaw will always be extremely better than you.’’ He stopped, and stood up taller, despite his pain. ‘’It’s very low down that you would even attack Asterpaw just for what? Some attention!’’ He seethed, shaking his head. ‘’You’ll reap what you sow. Starclan will make sure of that.’’ He said, lowly. As he saw Alabasterpaw trot away, he turned back to Asterpaw. At first he didn’t know what he wanted to do. He was rooted to his spot, an overwhelming effect of feelings washed upon him.

Azulpaw didn’t know what he was doing. And, for the first time in his life, he didn’t over think--he didn't think about his decision at all. He went up to Asterpaw as quick as he can, and he put his head on top of hers, closing his eyes for a second. At her words, he felt his heart break, and in that moment he never wanted to let her go. He hoped that she wasn’t hurt anywhere. He could suffice with being hurt. But her? Even though he knew she could handle her own, he didn’t want to see her hurt.

‘’No, I’m not lucky that you were here.’’ He said softly before he brought his head off hers. ‘’You should had stayed where you were. I could had handled Alabasterpaw!’’ He exclaimed, a tone of angry etched into his voice. The grey tom was tensed, and his breathing staggered, and as he tried to calm himself down, he said. ‘’...I am glad to see you. I do want to apologize. I’ve...been an idiot.’’ He shuddered at insulting himself. He didn’t normally do it in public for others to hear him. He looked away from her to the side.

Azulpaw shook his head, glancing at Asterpaw. ‘’What is we going to do about that sister of yours?’’ He asked, as if the had no hope and should give up. He was tired. After a long day, he could use some sleep. At least a nap before all his energy was drained. But, at the moment, he only allowed himself to brush his pelt against the female, his tail wrapped around her in a protective manner. ‘’I know Bluepaw will be needing you soon. He’s probably out there looking for you now, heh.’’ The grey tom gave a slight snort before brushing his head against the side of Asterpaw’s loving the feel of her silky blue fur. ‘’And, I know you’re going to be with him until he says that he doesn’t need your attention anymore...in that field. But what about me? I have a,’’ He gagged at the word. This was so unlike him, yet it felt normal to him. ‘’...a heart that seeks attention.’’

lone

March 18th, 2017, 10:12 AM

Bluepaw hissed, his teeth baring. The last cat he wanted to see was Alabasterpaw. He felt his blood run all types of chilly temperatures, and he felt his eyes narrow into slits as they sunk onto the white feline. He wanted, in every part of his wellbeing, to pin her down. To choke the life out of her, so that hearts could be save. He would feel like a hero, saving the world from Alabasterpaw’s chaos. ‘’What do you want?’’ His voice held no emotion, but he looked at her. Stared into her as if she were a statue. His admiration was gone. He could see the true demon that she was, and wondered however did he fall for such a piece of...what word to describe her?

‘’As you can see, I have no desire to see you--talk to you--or hear you breath.’’ He sat up, and started padding her way as a ferocious cat. Right then and there he would choke her. He would kill her. That dark feeling arose in him. ‘’If you have nothing useful to say to me. Leave.’’ His voice hardened. It became more deep. Other cats always thought he was kind. So generous, but he was a killer in disguise. He was ready to attack. He was always sharpening his claws or pouncing on things anyway. ‘’I honestly don’t want to see you. I hate you.’’ Truth be told, he honestly missed her company. There was definitely some attraction there. It was lingering, but as far as Bluepaw was concerned...it wasn’t felt.

‘’You have a couple minutes to tell me what you want before you need to get out my face, you piece of crowfood.’’

Azulpaw didn’t know what was happening. One moment Alabasterpaw was talking to him, and the next he was pinned down, his pain increased. He let out a powerful yowl at the surprise attack. What was she trying to do? Kill him? As he fumbled with her for a moment, a sudden burst of surprise took him aback. For, he wasn’t the one pinned any longer, but Asterpaw came--like a comet, and barreled into her sister’s side.

Azulpaw’s eyes widened at the shock, and in that moment...he never hated a cat so much in his life. His limp worsened, but he picked himself up and ignored his pain. He couldn’t watch Asterpaw struggle under her sister, and the way her sister spoke as if she didn’t care...made his blood boil. He wished he could do something. And, he limped closer, his eyes narrowing. ‘’No matter what you say. No matter what you do.’’ He panted, his maw curled into a seething hiss. ‘’...Asterpaw will always be extremely better than you.’’ He stopped, and stood up taller, despite his pain. ‘’It’s very low down that you would even attack Asterpaw just for what? Some attention!’’ He seethed, shaking his head. ‘’You’ll reap what you sow. Starclan will make sure of that.’’ He said, lowly. As he saw Alabasterpaw trot away, he turned back to Asterpaw. At first he didn’t know what he wanted to do. He was rooted to his spot, an overwhelming effect of feelings washed upon him.

Azulpaw didn’t know what he was doing. And, for the first time in his life, he didn’t over think--he didn't think about his decision at all. He went up to Asterpaw as quick as he can, and he put his head on top of hers, closing his eyes for a second. At her words, he felt his heart break, and in that moment he never wanted to let her go. He hoped that she wasn’t hurt anywhere. He could suffice with being hurt. But her? Even though he knew she could handle her own, he didn’t want to see her hurt.

‘’No, I’m not lucky that you were here.’’ He said softly before he brought his head off hers. ‘’You should had stayed where you were. I could had handled Alabasterpaw!’’ He exclaimed, a tone of angry etched into his voice. The grey tom was tensed, and his breathing staggered, and as he tried to calm himself down, he said. ‘’...I am glad to see you. I do want to apologize. I’ve...been an idiot.’’ He shuddered at insulting himself. He didn’t normally do it in public for others to hear him. He looked away from her to the side.

Azulpaw shook his head, glancing at Asterpaw. ‘’What is we going to do about that sister of yours?’’ He asked, as if the had no hope and should give up. He was tired. After a long day, he could use some sleep. At least a nap before all his energy was drained. But, at the moment, he only allowed himself to brush his pelt against the female, his tail wrapped around her in a protective manner. ‘’I know Bluepaw will be needing you soon. He’s probably out there looking for you now, heh.’’ The grey tom gave a slight snort before brushing his head against the side of Asterpaw’s loving the feel of her silky blue fur. ‘’And, I know you’re going to be with him until he says that he doesn’t need your attention anymore...in that field. But what about me? I have a,’’ He gagged at the word. This was so unlike him, yet it felt normal to him. ‘’...a heart that seeks attention.’’

Alabasterpaw's fangs showed in a wide smile. "A moment of your time. That's all." She shrugged. She knew that her fangs were a perfect, pearly white. That her hues sparkled and shone whenever she spoke, though her intentions were not always as clear. One thing that was clear-- perfectly clear-- was that she was used to getting what she wanted. If Bluepaw were to keep it from her, she would grow angry. And an angry Alabasterpaw was something that was horrifying.
　
She remembered Azulpaw's pained cry from earlier-- the sound which must have drawn Asterpaw to them. Next time she would force him to stay silent, that way no one would be able to find him while her torture commenced. Oh no, she was no angel. Not the type that Bluepaw had been thinking at first, anyways.
　
"Such a temper. And here I was thinking you were the gentleman. But I do have something very useful to say-- once the right time comes to say it." She explained, giving him another pearl-white smile. Deals were something that Alabasterpaw was quite good at-- and although she had hated Azulpaw, she had carried out her part of the deal by bringing him Asterpaw's attentions. She listened to the tom's words, nodding as she did so, as though she were told such hateful things every day.
　
"Oh, right. First of all, crowfood is an awfully strong word-- and second, I just thought you might like to know my dear sister had a little accident...she's not too terribly hurt, just having some trouble breathing is all." The white feline shrugged as though that were the most normal thing on the planet, to have trouble breathing. She certainly didn't care; Azulpaw now had what he wanted, Ast-- well, Ast was tough. Ast would survive. And Bluepaw would be all hers to toy with again, to play with until she broke him a second time. Oh goody goody. She thought with a small smile coming onto her maw.
　
To be honest, Asterpaw wasn't quite sure what she had been doing. Maybe she was just tired of her sister's victims getting so hurt. Maybe she was ready to take something back-- but it hadn't worked the way she planned. Alabasterpaw was always better at going on the defensive, and she had switched from offensive to defensive movements in a matter of seconds, landing her on top of Asterpaw and pinning her down. And then the most surprising thing had happened-- while Alabasterpaw was bad-mouthing her, as she seemed to do quite a bit in the past few hours, Azulpaw had stood up for her. That was something she didn't understand-- and what had her sister meant by 'choose?' Had he had to choose between her friendship and Alli's?
　
In that case, I'm surprised he picked me. I thought I annoyed him, she thought with a chuckle, before his next movement surprised her. It was soft. And gentle. Almost as though he were trying to...shield her? There was no way this was fake. There was just no way. Now, if she were being honest, she wasn't quite sure whether she liked or loathed it. The contact seemed way, way too real for her-- like Bluepaw's had. But maybe this was a gesture of friendship. A gesture that he cared. The things he spoke confused her, his voice soft and telling her he wasn't lucky-- what was that supposed to mean? She had saved him from much, much more pain!
　
"What...are you...talking about? You...could have...gotten much....much more...hurt, had...it not been...for me." Her breath was coming shorter now, a worrying thing had it not been for the fact that Asterpaw was a strong cat. Stronger then she looked. And stronger then she fought-- this was going to be no problem, certainly. The tip of her tail twitched in slight amusement, slight horror as she heard his next words. "Oh yes...I'm sure. I could... tell by your... yowl of p-pain--" Her voice faltered at the word, her iron armor seemed to have been chipped just by the memory, and she closed her eyes as though trying to erase it-- "that you were.... doing just fine... on your own. Alabasterpaw would.... have stopped torturing.... you soon enough." She mewed, her voice hitting a colder note. It was clear that she was angry-- very angry-- with her sister.
　
Where earlier she might have been desperate to protect the other female, now she looked as though she would like nothing more then to hurt her. She swallowed at his words, her voice becoming softer. She struggled to get in enough air to the point where she wouldn't have to halt her speech, and although her chest hurt as though Alabasterpaw had pierced right through it, crushing her lungs and breaking her ribs, she did so anyways. "At least you have the courage to admit it." She mewed in a more teasing tone, a smirk coming onto her maw before her expression grew serious again. Once again she struggled to breathe in, frustrated that her chest still felt as though Alabasterpaw's whole weight was on it. "I'm glad to see you too. And I'm glad I made it. It...could have been...you instead of...me, and...I can't ask...you and Bluepaw...to get hurt...even more...by Alabasterpaw's...mistakes." The second part of her statement she had trouble breathing, but at least she got through with it.
　
The weight on Asterpaw's chest was getting lighter and she was able to breathe more easily now. At least that much was going to be okay. "W-well she's going to try and hurt you again...I don't know why she hates you s-so much..." Her voice trailed off and she sighed. But I won't let her. she thought, not wanting to say the words out loud. She glanced in the direction that her sister had disappeared. Why so much hatred, Alli? She thought. Although she was angry with her sister, she hadn't stopped caring about her... and she was worried for her.
　
What if something bad happened? Would it be all her fault? The she cat began to purr-- softly, and nervously almost. She was unsure of what was happening. Why was he so gentle with her all of a sudden? Did he think she was going to break just like that now? His final statement made her hues fly open in surprise and she flinched visibly, a shudder rippling through her pelt. "Why...why are you telling me this? I'm-- I'm not the right cat i-if you want that kind of attention. Al-- Alabasterpaw is." She mewed. She wanted to be. She wished she could tell him that she wanted to be, and that she would try. But she didn't want to hurt him-- emotionally or physically. And yet it seemed that whenever she tried, things got worse. Still...there was always that flicker of hope-- she could try. "But...I guess it's always worth a shot." She mewed in a lower voice, a soft whisper.

Brilliance

March 18th, 2017, 12:19 PM

Alabasterpaw's fangs showed in a wide smile. "A moment of your time. That's all." She shrugged. She knew that her fangs were a perfect, pearly white. That her hues sparkled and shone whenever she spoke, though her intentions were not always as clear. One thing that was clear-- perfectly clear-- was that she was used to getting what she wanted. If Bluepaw were to keep it from her, she would grow angry. And an angry Alabasterpaw was something that was horrifying.
　
She remembered Azulpaw's pained cry from earlier-- the sound which must have drawn Asterpaw to them. Next time she would force him to stay silent, that way no one would be able to find him while her torture commenced. Oh no, she was no angel. Not the type that Bluepaw had been thinking at first, anyways.
　
"Such a temper. And here I was thinking you were the gentleman. But I do have something very useful to say-- once the right time comes to say it." She explained, giving him another pearl-white smile. Deals were something that Alabasterpaw was quite good at-- and although she had hated Azulpaw, she had carried out her part of the deal by bringing him Asterpaw's attentions. She listened to the tom's words, nodding as she did so, as though she were told such hateful things every day.
　
"Oh, right. First of all, crowfood is an awfully strong word-- and second, I just thought you might like to know my dear sister had a little accident...she's not too terribly hurt, just having some trouble breathing is all." The white feline shrugged as though that were the most normal thing on the planet, to have trouble breathing. She certainly didn't care; Azulpaw now had what he wanted, Ast-- well, Ast was tough. Ast would survive. And Bluepaw would be all hers to toy with again, to play with until she broke him a second time. Oh goody goody. She thought with a small smile coming onto her maw.
　
To be honest, Asterpaw wasn't quite sure what she had been doing. Maybe she was just tired of her sister's victims getting so hurt. Maybe she was ready to take something back-- but it hadn't worked the way she planned. Alabasterpaw was always better at going on the defensive, and she had switched from offensive to defensive movements in a matter of seconds, landing her on top of Asterpaw and pinning her down. And then the most surprising thing had happened-- while Alabasterpaw was bad-mouthing her, as she seemed to do quite a bit in the past few hours, Azulpaw had stood up for her. That was something she didn't understand-- and what had her sister meant by 'choose?' Had he had to choose between her friendship and Alli's?
　
In that case, I'm surprised he picked me. I thought I annoyed him, she thought with a chuckle, before his next movement surprised her. It was soft. And gentle. Almost as though he were trying to...shield her? There was no way this was fake. There was just no way. Now, if she were being honest, she wasn't quite sure whether she liked or loathed it. The contact seemed way, way too real for her-- like Bluepaw's had. But maybe this was a gesture of friendship. A gesture that he cared. The things he spoke confused her, his voice soft and telling her he wasn't lucky-- what was that supposed to mean? She had saved him from much, much more pain!
　
"What...are you...talking about? You...could have...gotten much....much more...hurt, had...it not been...for me." Her breath was coming shorter now, a worrying thing had it not been for the fact that Asterpaw was a strong cat. Stronger then she looked. And stronger then she fought-- this was going to be no problem, certainly. The tip of her tail twitched in slight amusement, slight horror as she heard his next words. "Oh yes...I'm sure. I could... tell by your... yowl of p-pain--" Her voice faltered at the word, her iron armor seemed to have been chipped just by the memory, and she closed her eyes as though trying to erase it-- "that you were.... doing just fine... on your own. Alabasterpaw would.... have stopped torturing.... you soon enough." She mewed, her voice hitting a colder note. It was clear that she was angry-- very angry-- with her sister.
　
Where earlier she might have been desperate to protect the other female, now she looked as though she would like nothing more then to hurt her. She swallowed at his words, her voice becoming softer. She struggled to get in enough air to the point where she wouldn't have to halt her speech, and although her chest hurt as though Alabasterpaw had pierced right through it, crushing her lungs and breaking her ribs, she did so anyways. "At least you have the courage to admit it." She mewed in a more teasing tone, a smirk coming onto her maw before her expression grew serious again. Once again she struggled to breathe in, frustrated that her chest still felt as though Alabasterpaw's whole weight was on it. "I'm glad to see you too. And I'm glad I made it. It...could have been...you instead of...me, and...I can't ask...you and Bluepaw...to get hurt...even more...by Alabasterpaw's...mistakes." The second part of her statement she had trouble breathing, but at least she got through with it.
　
The weight on Asterpaw's chest was getting lighter and she was able to breathe more easily now. At least that much was going to be okay. "W-well she's going to try and hurt you again...I don't know why she hates you s-so much..." Her voice trailed off and she sighed. But I won't let her. she thought, not wanting to say the words out loud. She glanced in the direction that her sister had disappeared. Why so much hatred, Alli? She thought. Although she was angry with her sister, she hadn't stopped caring about her... and she was worried for her.
　
What if something bad happened? Would it be all her fault? The she cat began to purr-- softly, and nervously almost. She was unsure of what was happening. Why was he so gentle with her all of a sudden? Did he think she was going to break just like that now? His final statement made her hues fly open in surprise and she flinched visibly, a shudder rippling through her pelt. "Why...why are you telling me this? I'm-- I'm not the right cat i-if you want that kind of attention. Al-- Alabasterpaw is." She mewed. She wanted to be. She wished she could tell him that she wanted to be, and that she would try. But she didn't want to hurt him-- emotionally or physically. And yet it seemed that whenever she tried, things got worse. Still...there was always that flicker of hope-- she could try. "But...I guess it's always worth a shot." She mewed in a lower voice, a soft whisper.

The grey apprentice looked down solemnly. With his good paw, he stretched his claws and begin clawing at the dirt. His ears flickered towards Asterpaw as he took in what she was saying. He didn’t reply for a while, wondering the same thing. Alabasterpaw probably did have a reason to hate him. He hated her as well. But he didn’t hate her enough to brutally hurt her--to brutally kill her. He just wasn’t the type of cat. And, as he came to an understanding, he slowly unwrapped himself from Asterpaw and took a few steps away, his ears flattening. From the corners of his eye he glanced back at her, mustering the best smirk he loved. ‘’Eh, she can do her best. She’s not the first cat that wants to hurt me...send me to an early grave.’’

Azulpaw recounted how earlier Asterpaw constantly threatened to hurt him over her darling angelic sister. He remembered when Bluepaw attacked him, almost killing him from lost of breath...and now Alabasterpaw, who just attacked him for the attention. Was it all for Asterpaw’s attention? Or was there some pint up anger lying within her? Whatever it was, Azulpaw was surprised that Starclan stayed with him, helping endure that pain. Since he limping came back, he tried his best to hide it. Alabasterpaw’s attack was the catch of the day! He probably would have the limp for a few days now instead of one. ‘’I don’t know what’s so grand about aiming for me. I mean...first you, then Bluepaw, and now Alabasterpaw? Granted, you didn’t attack me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you did. It’s an honour to be a target!’’ He said, his voice laced with sarcasm. Well, one thing was for certain. His old self was returning. And, he sent her charming smile. That pompous jerk the the blue she-cat seem to adore.

At her next words, he wished he could roll over laughing. Did she seriously just say that? As he turned to walk back towards her, putting pressure onto his hurting side. He sat down, panting a bit. ‘’I don’t ask for much attention; I’m not needy, you know.’’ He said, softly, then snickered. ‘’Oh, yes I would love to seek Alabasterpaw’s attention, but I might kill myself before I even give a second glance her way.’’ His voice held a tint of playfulness, but he truly couldn’t stand that she-devil of a cat. He didn’t see how Bluepaw was ever attractive to her. Jealousy seem to have brought out the feline’s true intentions, and indeed they were horrible.

Again, the grey tom suppressed a purr, as he leaned his head to give her a quick nuzzle. The words she said next, were quiet, but it reached his ears in a quiet ring. He did hoped that they could be friends. Good friends. Best friends. But, there was always some sort of obstacle in the way. Bluepaw...Alabasterpaw…

Bluepaw could not believe any words that came from Alabasterpaw’s mouth. He turned away slightly from her, thinking less of her. At her words, he growled, showing his own fangs. ‘’You’re wasting your time thinking I would EVER want to hear your voice again.’’ But at her next words, his ears perked. He stayed rooted to his spot, every color seem to drain from his fur. Had she really came this entire way to tell him Asterpaw had an accident?

‘’An accident?’’ Worried clouded over his eyes, ‘’What do you mean an accident? Why aren’t you checking on your dear sister!’’ He got up from his seat, glaring the white feline in the face. He was truly disgusted at her, and he wanted nothing to do with her. Trouble breathing? He wondered what happened, and he assumed Alabasterpaw had something to do with Asterpaw’s incident.

Bluepaw padded her way, slowly, crouching, and seeming ready to deliver a kill blow. ‘’If I find out you did ANYTHING...ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING to hurt Asterpaw...I will chase you out of this clan.’’ He couldn’t possibly kill her. After all, he knew Asterpaw would still love her. She was that type of cat, but he was true to his word. Asterpaw became something special to him, and Alabasterpaw became something he loathed for his entire life to come.

His eyes clearly insulted the female before him, but he had nothing to say further to her. If he did, he might lose his temper and attack. He never wanted to attack a she-cat. It wasn’t his forte. Instead, he inhaled a deep breath and he ran to find Asterpaw to make sure she was alright. He kicked up dust, hoping it had ruined the white feline’s perfection.

Bluepaw followed a faint scent of pine needles and flowers. A scent he’s grown to love. His paws moved fast under him, and once he saw a grey tom and a blue she-cat near each other, envy made itself known. He stopped for a bit, analyzing their interactions. They were talking...that was okay.

But, about who?

About what?

When he saw his grey friend lean into the female, giving her a nuzzle. Bluepaw’s eyes slitted into mere nothingness. He ran towards Azulpaw, knocking him to his side.

Azulpaw let out a yowl, then growled. His vision was blurry, and it took him a few moments to know who it was...this time. ‘’Oh, for goodness gracious!’’ He exclaimed to the sky. ‘’Just put me out my misery, why don’t you!’’

Bluepaw leaned down to Azulpaw’s ears, whispering. ‘’What did we talk about?’’ He brought up his head and turned to look at Asterpaw. He gave her a quick smile. Azulpaw was tired...he was out of energy. Bluepaw’s weight was too much on him, and stayed quiet for a long while. The pain was there, but it felt numb.

‘’Are you going to answer me?’’ The blue-eyed tom seethed, pressing further.

Azulpaw coughed a bit, and he turned the side of his head to look at Bluepaw. ‘’Do you see what you have become?’’ He trailed off, and his gaze softened at Asterpaw. ‘’She doesn’t like you...in that way Bluepaw. You need to let this go before I get hurt more than I already him.’’ He knew it was a lie. He reached his breaking point where the only thing he could do is remain calm and collected. He hoped that Bluepaw would get some sense knocked into him, and things could go back to normal.

Bluepaw hopped off his friend, looking away. He knew somewhat of it was true, but hearing it made it clearer and louder. He didn’t want to hear it. If he didn’t hear it, then there was nothing to believe in the first place!

Azulpaw had no energy to get up, so he laid there for a while. The pain was there, but he didn’t feel most of it, which made him happy. He didn’t know why when so many times he’s been hurt. Why didn’t he seek vengeance? Revenge on both Bluepaw and Alabasterpaw? Why did he forgive both of them, and decided to move on with his life?

Azulpaw glanced once more at Asterpaw. Perhaps she was the reason why.

lone

March 18th, 2017, 01:47 PM

The grey apprentice looked down solemnly. With his good paw, he stretched his claws and begin clawing at the dirt. His ears flickered towards Asterpaw as he took in what she was saying. He didn’t reply for a while, wondering the same thing. Alabasterpaw probably did have a reason to hate him. He hated her as well. But he didn’t hate her enough to brutally hurt her--to brutally kill her. He just wasn’t the type of cat. And, as he came to an understanding, he slowly unwrapped himself from Asterpaw and took a few steps away, his ears flattening. From the corners of his eye he glanced back at her, mustering the best smirk he loved. ‘’Eh, she can do her best. She’s not the first cat that wants to hurt me...send me to an early grave.’’

Azulpaw recounted how earlier Asterpaw constantly threatened to hurt him over her darling angelic sister. He remembered when Bluepaw attacked him, almost killing him from lost of breath...and now Alabasterpaw, who just attacked him for the attention. Was it all for Asterpaw’s attention? Or was there some pint up anger lying within her? Whatever it was, Azulpaw was surprised that Starclan stayed with him, helping endure that pain. Since he limping came back, he tried his best to hide it. Alabasterpaw’s attack was the catch of the day! He probably would have the limp for a few days now instead of one. ‘’I don’t know what’s so grand about aiming for me. I mean...first you, then Bluepaw, and now Alabasterpaw? Granted, you didn’t attack me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you did. It’s an honour to be a target!’’ He said, his voice laced with sarcasm. Well, one thing was for certain. His old self was returning. And, he sent her charming smile. That pompous jerk the the blue she-cat seem to adore.

At her next words, he wished he could roll over laughing. Did she seriously just say that? As he turned to walk back towards her, putting pressure onto his hurting side. He sat down, panting a bit. ‘’I don’t ask for much attention; I’m not needy, you know.’’ He said, softly, then snickered. ‘’Oh, yes I would love to seek Alabasterpaw’s attention, but I might kill myself before I even give a second glance her way.’’ His voice held a tint of playfulness, but he truly couldn’t stand that she-devil of a cat. He didn’t see how Bluepaw was ever attractive to her. Jealousy seem to have brought out the feline’s true intentions, and indeed they were horrible.

Again, the grey tom suppressed a purr, as he leaned his head to give her a quick nuzzle. The words she said next, were quiet, but it reached his ears in a quiet ring. He did hoped that they could be friends. Good friends. Best friends. But, there was always some sort of obstacle in the way. Bluepaw...Alabasterpaw…

Bluepaw could not believe any words that came from Alabasterpaw’s mouth. He turned away slightly from her, thinking less of her. At her words, he growled, showing his own fangs. ‘’You’re wasting your time thinking I would EVER want to hear your voice again.’’ But at her next words, his ears perked. He stayed rooted to his spot, every color seem to drain from his fur. Had she really came this entire way to tell him Asterpaw had an accident?

‘’An accident?’’ Worried clouded over his eyes, ‘’What do you mean an accident? Why aren’t you checking on your dear sister!’’ He got up from his seat, glaring the white feline in the face. He was truly disgusted at her, and he wanted nothing to do with her. Trouble breathing? He wondered what happened, and he assumed Alabasterpaw had something to do with Asterpaw’s incident.

Bluepaw padded her way, slowly, crouching, and seeming ready to deliver a kill blow. ‘’If I find out you did ANYTHING...ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING to hurt Asterpaw...I will chase you out of this clan.’’ He couldn’t possibly kill her. After all, he knew Asterpaw would still love her. She was that type of cat, but he was true to his word. Asterpaw became something special to him, and Alabasterpaw became something he loathed for his entire life to come.

His eyes clearly insulted the female before him, but he had nothing to say further to her. If he did, he might lose his temper and attack. He never wanted to attack a she-cat. It wasn’t his forte. Instead, he inhaled a deep breath and he ran to find Asterpaw to make sure she was alright. He kicked up dust, hoping it had ruined the white feline’s perfection.

Bluepaw followed a faint scent of pine needles and flowers. A scent he’s grown to love. His paws moved fast under him, and once he saw a grey tom and a blue she-cat near each other, envy made itself known. He stopped for a bit, analyzing their interactions. They were talking...that was okay.

But, about who?

About what?

When he saw his grey friend lean into the female, giving her a nuzzle. Bluepaw’s eyes slitted into mere nothingness. He ran towards Azulpaw, knocking him to his side.

Azulpaw let out a yowl, then growled. His vision was blurry, and it took him a few moments to know who it was...this time. ‘’Oh, for goodness gracious!’’ He exclaimed to the sky. ‘’Just put me out my misery, why don’t you!’’

Bluepaw leaned down to Azulpaw’s ears, whispering. ‘’What did we talk about?’’ He brought up his head and turned to look at Asterpaw. He gave her a quick smile. Azulpaw was tired...he was out of energy. Bluepaw’s weight was too much on him, and stayed quiet for a long while. The pain was there, but it felt numb.

‘’Are you going to answer me?’’ The blue-eyed tom seethed, pressing further.

Azulpaw coughed a bit, and he turned the side of his head to look at Bluepaw. ‘’Do you see what you have become?’’ He trailed off, and his gaze softened at Asterpaw. ‘’She doesn’t like you...in that way Bluepaw. You need to let this go before I get hurt more than I already him.’’ He knew it was a lie. He reached his breaking point where the only thing he could do is remain calm and collected. He hoped that Bluepaw would get some sense knocked into him, and things could go back to normal.

Bluepaw hopped off his friend, looking away. He knew somewhat of it was true, but hearing it made it clearer and louder. He didn’t want to hear it. If he didn’t hear it, then there was nothing to believe in the first place!

Azulpaw had no energy to get up, so he laid there for a while. The pain was there, but he didn’t feel most of it, which made him happy. He didn’t know why when so many times he’s been hurt. Why didn’t he seek vengeance? Revenge on both Bluepaw and Alabasterpaw? Why did he forgive both of them, and decided to move on with his life?

Azulpaw glanced once more at Asterpaw. Perhaps she was the reason why.
Asterpaw forced a smile, although she felt sick in the pit of her stomach. Sure, maybe there had been a few cats-- herself included, earlier that day-- who would have liked to hurt him, but Alabasterpaw would actually carry out her threats. She wasn't being sarcastic. This was the first time she had seen her sister actually try to torture another cat, and now she was wondering why. What had Azulpaw done to deserve that? Granted, he might be a jerk-- and as she had said earlier, maybe she liked pompous jerks-- but she wasn't quite sure yet. She would still have to figure these things out. "Huh. She can try-- I won't let her, though." Asterpaw's voice had a slight teasing note in it, but she was serious-- she wouldn't let him get hurt again. It was just part of who she was. Her sister had hurt someone and now she was fixing it...but not because she felt like she needed to, because she wanted to.
　
"You're just too irresistible. I could see you and Alli ending up together-- both jerks, both totally irresistible... what do you think?" Asterpaw asked, laying down and rolling over onto her side. At this moment, she felt better then she had in a long time. Alabasterpaw was nowhere around. Bluepaw wasn't here, trying to convince her that things could work out between them-- and perhaps someday they could, but Asterpaw knew that they were too young to truly understand the delicate balance of love. Just since this morning, it seemed alliances had changed-- Alabasterpaw was alone, she... was still trying to figure out who she was fighting for, but whoever it was, it seemed Bluepaw was on her side. And Azulpaw? She was still trying to figure that out as well.
　
"Good to know. Alright, I guess I can handle you." She looked him over as though getting ready to attack, getting to her paws with a smirk on her maw. But she was in no position to do that-- and she knew all too well that he wasn't in a position to be attacked. It would be too easy for him to get hurt, and the one thing Asterpaw didn't want to do? Hurt him. Hurt either of them, but she wasn't sure how she was going to be able to continue on like this. "Well yeah-- if she didn't kill you, you'd probably kill yourself. That's how they all end up-- dead." Asterpaw shrugged as though this were normal, rolling back over onto her side with a careless expression. It had taken a lot of effort to keep a straight face, but she guessed the look on his would be priceless. If he bought it, that was.
　
"You do know Asterpaw's just doing this to be nice. She doesn't like you, and she never will. She prefers your little friend...rude as he is." She snorted, unable to believe that the she cat would actually waste her time with Azulpaw. She wasn't going to get anywhere with him. And because she had failed at making friends with the tom, she imagined that it would be a waste of time for anyone else to try and do so. Beside that, she was beginning to grow bored-- if she could only get Bluepaw to trust her again, things would get much more interesting much more quickly. But it seemed he had a soft spot for Asterpaw, and Asterpaw alone. If she were to die her fur blue, make it extraordinarily short, and develop an attitude and a protective, kind nature-- then maybe Bluepaw would trust her again, but until then, she was wasting her own time here.
　
"Relax, I did. She's perfectly fine. Said for you not to worry-- she didn't want to 'hurt you' or something like that. Babbling utter nonsense, really. Though that's nothing new." Alabasterpaw shrugged again, stretching outwards, flexing her claws and yawning, exhausted from just being around the tom. It was taking all her energy not to just lash out at him and force him to be around her. Her charming nature would take over him again-- it was just a matter of time. The she cat's eyes widened in mock innocence. "Me? Darling, I live for my sister. Why would I do anything to hurt her?" She mewed, lying through her teeth. She knew Asterpaw wouldn't tell on her. She never would. Asterpaw took blame for everything-- ever since they were kits, though why, she had never known. And she probably never would. She watched him go, her blue hues slitted as she did so. Her darling sister would make sure that he knew she didn't feel the same way-- not wanting to 'hurt' him.
　
The blue she cat's eyes widened as Azulpaw was tackled and pinned once more. Seriously? She thought, annoyed. But panic set in before she could do anything. Bluepaw was crushing him. He was going to die. He was going to die, and she was going to have to watch because she couldn't move. And once she could, he was already off. She had barely heard the conversation, except for the injured tom's voice, calm and collected. "He's right, Bluepaw. I care about you a lot, but not in that way. And maybe someday things will change. But for right now, you can't keep hurting your friend like this." Asterpaw's voice was soft, and sounded almost as though she either had been or was about to cry. "Please." That one word was so quiet it was hard to hear, but she was thankful she had been able to manage it.
　
Slowly she approached Azulpaw, sitting down beside him and looking at him in the softest way she had yet. "What did I tell you? Irresistible." She mewed in a low voice, the teasing note obvious, although her expression contridicted her sarcasm. The tip of her tail flicked and she was dimly aware of Bluepaw still there. She didn't know what to do. Confliction seemed to be taking over her life, her mind... she honestly was confused about whether to stay here, and watch the blue tom to protect him from her sister who would most likely come back, ready to hurt him again, or go with Bluepaw and explain. She would have to make a decision-- and she guessed it wasn't just about this time. This was choosing who she wanted to stay with--
　
For good.

Brilliance

March 18th, 2017, 03:08 PM

Asterpaw forced a smile, although she felt sick in the pit of her stomach. Sure, maybe there had been a few cats-- herself included, earlier that day-- who would have liked to hurt him, but Alabasterpaw would actually carry out her threats. She wasn't being sarcastic. This was the first time she had seen her sister actually try to torture another cat, and now she was wondering why. What had Azulpaw done to deserve that? Granted, he might be a jerk-- and as she had said earlier, maybe she liked pompous jerks-- but she wasn't quite sure yet. She would still have to figure these things out. "Huh. She can try-- I won't let her, though." Asterpaw's voice had a slight teasing note in it, but she was serious-- she wouldn't let him get hurt again. It was just part of who she was. Her sister had hurt someone and now she was fixing it...but not because she felt like she needed to, because she wanted to.
　
"You're just too irresistible. I could see you and Alli ending up together-- both jerks, both totally irresistible... what do you think?" Asterpaw asked, laying down and rolling over onto her side. At this moment, she felt better then she had in a long time. Alabasterpaw was nowhere around. Bluepaw wasn't here, trying to convince her that things could work out between them-- and perhaps someday they could, but Asterpaw knew that they were too young to truly understand the delicate balance of love. Just since this morning, it seemed alliances had changed-- Alabasterpaw was alone, she... was still trying to figure out who she was fighting for, but whoever it was, it seemed Bluepaw was on her side. And Azulpaw? She was still trying to figure that out as well.
　
"Good to know. Alright, I guess I can handle you." She looked him over as though getting ready to attack, getting to her paws with a smirk on her maw. But she was in no position to do that-- and she knew all too well that he wasn't in a position to be attacked. It would be too easy for him to get hurt, and the one thing Asterpaw didn't want to do? Hurt him. Hurt either of them, but she wasn't sure how she was going to be able to continue on like this. "Well yeah-- if she didn't kill you, you'd probably kill yourself. That's how they all end up-- dead." Asterpaw shrugged as though this were normal, rolling back over onto her side with a careless expression. It had taken a lot of effort to keep a straight face, but she guessed the look on his would be priceless. If he bought it, that was.
　
"You do know Asterpaw's just doing this to be nice. She doesn't like you, and she never will. She prefers your little friend...rude as he is." She snorted, unable to believe that the she cat would actually waste her time with Azulpaw. She wasn't going to get anywhere with him. And because she had failed at making friends with the tom, she imagined that it would be a waste of time for anyone else to try and do so. Beside that, she was beginning to grow bored-- if she could only get Bluepaw to trust her again, things would get much more interesting much more quickly. But it seemed he had a soft spot for Asterpaw, and Asterpaw alone. If she were to die her fur blue, make it extraordinarily short, and develop an attitude and a protective, kind nature-- then maybe Bluepaw would trust her again, but until then, she was wasting her own time here.
　
"Relax, I did. She's perfectly fine. Said for you not to worry-- she didn't want to 'hurt you' or something like that. Babbling utter nonsense, really. Though that's nothing new." Alabasterpaw shrugged again, stretching outwards, flexing her claws and yawning, exhausted from just being around the tom. It was taking all her energy not to just lash out at him and force him to be around her. Her charming nature would take over him again-- it was just a matter of time. The she cat's eyes widened in mock innocence. "Me? Darling, I live for my sister. Why would I do anything to hurt her?" She mewed, lying through her teeth. She knew Asterpaw wouldn't tell on her. She never would. Asterpaw took blame for everything-- ever since they were kits, though why, she had never known. And she probably never would. She watched him go, her blue hues slitted as she did so. Her darling sister would make sure that he knew she didn't feel the same way-- not wanting to 'hurt' him.
　
The blue she cat's eyes widened as Azulpaw was tackled and pinned once more. Seriously? She thought, annoyed. But panic set in before she could do anything. Bluepaw was crushing him. He was going to die. He was going to die, and she was going to have to watch because she couldn't move. And once she could, he was already off. She had barely heard the conversation, except for the injured tom's voice, calm and collected. "He's right, Bluepaw. I care about you a lot, but not in that way. And maybe someday things will change. But for right now, you can't keep hurting your friend like this." Asterpaw's voice was soft, and sounded almost as though she either had been or was about to cry. "Please." That one word was so quiet it was hard to hear, but she was thankful she had been able to manage it.
　
Slowly she approached Azulpaw, sitting down beside him and looking at him in the softest way she had yet. "What did I tell you? Irresistible." She mewed in a low voice, the teasing note obvious, although her expression contridicted her sarcasm. The tip of her tail flicked and she was dimly aware of Bluepaw still there. She didn't know what to do. Confliction seemed to be taking over her life, her mind... she honestly was confused about whether to stay here, and watch the blue tom to protect him from her sister who would most likely come back, ready to hurt him again, or go with Bluepaw and explain. She would have to make a decision-- and she guessed it wasn't just about this time. This was choosing who she wanted to stay with--
　
For good.

Azulpaw, despite being hurt, gave her a smirk. A spark was in his eye. ‘’Good to know that I attract such havoc.’’ He let out a rasp chuckle before settling his head back down on the ground below. He took a quick glance at Bluepaw, who stood a few steps away from him, too busy in his own thoughts to even comprehend what was going on. Azulpaw felt guilty for him. But he turned back to Asterpaw, ‘’The thing you said earlier? About Alabasterpaw and I becoming a couple?’’ The question felt like a joke that he was asking. It wasn’t even a question. It made him want to vomit at the thought of it. But, he played along, ‘’I definitely agree, sweetheart. I mean we’re both irresistible! We’re both jerks! I think it’s a good combinations. I bet our kits would just be the epic of adorable!’’ He snorted, laughing. The pain subsided for a bit, and he felt as if he could sit up. Instead, he rolled onto his stomach, laying there for a couple moments.

‘’I can definitely agree to that.’’ What she said earlier bothered him for some odd reason. Although he was joking about killing himself, he wondered if Alabasterpaw would actually have the nerve to kill somebody? Would she be that deep in an envious nature that she would cause terror among the clan? He shook his head, laughing. ‘’Well it’s better than having your sister’s paws with their blood on it.’’ He snickered, thinking of the lovely Alabasterpaw. She was indeed lovely. Lovely, yet sinister, and he hoped. He pleaded that one day she would meet her matchmaker, that’s worse than her. That would put her in her place. For good.

Then Asterpaw was different. She wasn’t like Alabasterpaw at all. They were sisters!--Well, half-sisters, and he could tell Asterpaw had a sweeter heart out of the two. He was happy to have gotten stuck with her--not really stuck with her. She pried into his business, and lingered around, soon enough he got used to her. Maybe even started to enjoy her presence. He’ll admit that he did enjoy teasing her.

‘’You’re right.’’ Bluepaw said, a smile gracing his muzzle. ‘’I’m sorry that I didn’t notice it before. I mean...the two of you seem like...the perfect couple.’’ He let out an airy, disturbing laugh as his eyes glanced from Azulpaw to Asterpaw. He did not like the closeness there was between them. He certainly didn’t like that Asterpaw catered to Azulpaw instead of going to his side, but what could he do about that?

He could do everything about that. Because everything he spoke was a lie. They weren’t right. They weren’t the perfect couple. His eyes slitted for a moment, before he quickly changed his mood. He started to laugh once more, beaming into his fake innocence. He couldn’t do anything at the moment, but he knew one day. Oh, he knew one day that his revenge would be set.

‘’I hate that I had hurt you, Azulpaw. I mean you’re my best friend. You’re my brother.’’ The tom replied, faking through his tears. ‘’I didn’t want to hurt you! I never want to hurt you. I’m sorry.’’ He pleaded for forgiveness, and in that moment he felt like Alabasterpaw. Someone he loathed, and didn’t want to be like.

Bluepaw turned his attention to Asterpaw, his eyes gleaming. ‘’I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Asterpaw. I just...it was nice to be given attention. You know? I do hope you forgive me.’’ With that being said, the tom stalked off, his eyes narrowing with disgust at the thought of the two. He knew exactly who he needed to find.

Azulpaw sat up, almost stumbling from his hurt side. He gave Asterpaw a questioning look, ‘’What was all that about?’’

Bluepaw ran back to Alabasterpaw, hoping she would be he left her in the dust. When he seen her, and in every perfection she held, he trotted up quickly to her. He held a genuine like smile as his eyes blazed her way. ‘’Hi, beautiful. Missed me?’’ He smiled brightly, showing his fangs. He gave her a quick nuzzle, still adoring the way her pelt felt against his. He was certainly still mad at her. Angry at her, but he somehow perfected his lying capabilities. He seemed to have picked it up from his darling angel beside him.

‘’You’re beautiful, you’re talented. You make the toms swoon whenever you walk past them,’’ He complimented her, holding compassion in his voice. ‘’But, I still don’t want you. In fact, I want you to help me get somewhere with Asterpaw.’’ Bluepaw looked into the distance, still wondering what the two were doing after he left. He didn’t know how Alabasterpaw felt about the situation--and he didn’t care. The two were alike. Somehow. Seeking revenge. He could hint at the hostility that the feline held towards her sister. He rolled his eyes at this, ‘’But, not right now. When the time is right. I think we should lay low for a while.’’ He looked back at Alabasterpaw. ‘’But as long as you want attention, I’m here whenever you need me. Step out of line...I’ll tear you to shred.’’ His voice darkened as he threatened her.

lone

March 18th, 2017, 04:08 PM

Azulpaw, despite being hurt, gave her a smirk. A spark was in his eye. ‘’Good to know that I attract such havoc.’’ He let out a rasp chuckle before settling his head back down on the ground below. He took a quick glance at Bluepaw, who stood a few steps away from him, too busy in his own thoughts to even comprehend what was going on. Azulpaw felt guilty for him. But he turned back to Asterpaw, ‘’The thing you said earlier? About Alabasterpaw and I becoming a couple?’’ The question felt like a joke that he was asking. It wasn’t even a question. It made him want to vomit at the thought of it. But, he played along, ‘’I definitely agree, sweetheart. I mean we’re both irresistible! We’re both jerks! I think it’s a good combinations. I bet our kits would just be the epic of adorable!’’ He snorted, laughing. The pain subsided for a bit, and he felt as if he could sit up. Instead, he rolled onto his stomach, laying there for a couple moments.

‘’I can definitely agree to that.’’ What she said earlier bothered him for some odd reason. Although he was joking about killing himself, he wondered if Alabasterpaw would actually have the nerve to kill somebody? Would she be that deep in an envious nature that she would cause terror among the clan? He shook his head, laughing. ‘’Well it’s better than having your sister’s paws with their blood on it.’’ He snickered, thinking of the lovely Alabasterpaw. She was indeed lovely. Lovely, yet sinister, and he hoped. He pleaded that one day she would meet her matchmaker, that’s worse than her. That would put her in her place. For good.

Then Asterpaw was different. She wasn’t like Alabasterpaw at all. They were sisters!--Well, half-sisters, and he could tell Asterpaw had a sweeter heart out of the two. He was happy to have gotten stuck with her--not really stuck with her. She pried into his business, and lingered around, soon enough he got used to her. Maybe even started to enjoy her presence. He’ll admit that he did enjoy teasing her.

‘’You’re right.’’ Bluepaw said, a smile gracing his muzzle. ‘’I’m sorry that I didn’t notice it before. I mean...the two of you seem like...the perfect couple.’’ He let out an airy, disturbing laugh as his eyes glanced from Azulpaw to Asterpaw. He did not like the closeness there was between them. He certainly didn’t like that Asterpaw catered to Azulpaw instead of going to his side, but what could he do about that?

He could do everything about that. Because everything he spoke was a lie. They weren’t right. They weren’t the perfect couple. His eyes slitted for a moment, before he quickly changed his mood. He started to laugh once more, beaming into his fake innocence. He couldn’t do anything at the moment, but he knew one day. Oh, he knew one day that his revenge would be set.

‘’I hate that I had hurt you, Azulpaw. I mean you’re my best friend. You’re my brother.’’ The tom replied, faking through his tears. ‘’I didn’t want to hurt you! I never want to hurt you. I’m sorry.’’ He pleaded for forgiveness, and in that moment he felt like Alabasterpaw. Someone he loathed, and didn’t want to be like.

Bluepaw turned his attention to Asterpaw, his eyes gleaming. ‘’I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Asterpaw. I just...it was nice to be given attention. You know? I do hope you forgive me.’’ With that being said, the tom stalked off, his eyes narrowing with disgust at the thought of the two. He knew exactly who he needed to find.

Azulpaw sat up, almost stumbling from his hurt side. He gave Asterpaw a questioning look, ‘’What was all that about?’’

Bluepaw ran back to Alabasterpaw, hoping she would be he left her in the dust. When he seen her, and in every perfection she held, he trotted up quickly to her. He held a genuine like smile as his eyes blazed her way. ‘’Hi, beautiful. Missed me?’’ He smiled brightly, showing his fangs. He gave her a quick nuzzle, still adoring the way her pelt felt against his. He was certainly still mad at her. Angry at her, but he somehow perfected his lying capabilities. He seemed to have picked it up from his darling angel beside him.

‘’You’re beautiful, you’re talented. You make the toms swoon whenever you walk past them,’’ He complimented her, holding compassion in his voice. ‘’But, I still don’t want you. In fact, I want you to help me get somewhere with Asterpaw.’’ Bluepaw looked into the distance, still wondering what the two were doing after he left. He didn’t know how Alabasterpaw felt about the situation--and he didn’t care. The two were alike. Somehow. Seeking revenge. He could hint at the hostility that the feline held towards her sister. He rolled his eyes at this, ‘’But, not right now. When the time is right. I think we should lay low for a while.’’ He looked back at Alabasterpaw. ‘’But as long as you want attention, I’m here whenever you need me. Step out of line...I’ll tear you to shred.’’ His voice darkened as he threatened her.

"Good thing you don't attract she cats as easily. They'd be fighting over you everywhere-- though I bet that would amuse you, wouldn't it?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. Asterpaw definitely knew she wouldn't be one of them. Not unless they had bad intentions, and wanted to hurt him. In which case she would step in. But no matter how much she wanted to be with a cat, they weren't worth fighting over-- it was only going to lead to heartbreak and crumbling friendship in the end, both things that she didn't want. The she cat opened her eyes wide, struggling not to laugh as she did so, mock innocence shining in them.
　
"Oh, undoubtedly! You would have the best looking kits in the Clan-- speaking of which, who do you think your kits would look like-- you, Alli, or a mix of both?" She asked. The thought of him and Alabasterpaw having kits was ridiculous-- and Asterpaw knew she would probably be sick if it ever happened. She would definitely be avoiding those kits. Especially if they had the traits of their parents, those little demons would be too much to bear. And yes, though Asterpaw didn't mind kits, if they were as annoying as those would be-- well, she would never set a paw near one.
　
For a moment, she was quiet. She didn't quite know what to say, or quite know how to say-- well, anything really. The feline shifted her weight, looking up at the sky. It was a pretty shade of blue that afternoon-- in her mind, the prettiest she had seen it in a long time. And she was thankful for it. A pretty sky normally put her in a pretty good mood for the rest of the day, mainly because it calmed her down. But no amount of looking at the sky was going to calm the she cat now, especially because she was so confused. They were already too far in.
　
She started at Bluepaw's words, standing up and a look of alarm crossed her features. "We-- you-- I think you have the wrong impression here-- it's not-- we're not, uh..." Her voice trailed off and she took a couple of steps back. The words had quite surprisingly envoked panic in her. Normally it would be her fight reflexes kicking in, but it seemed her flight ones had taken control and were driving her away, backwards, trying to do anything to get away from the two cats. She stopped, swallowing, calming herself and sitting back down-- though, at a further distance then before. "Anytime. If you need anything-- let me know, I'm happy to help." She smiled back at him, watching the tom go.
　
Then returning her attention back to Azulpaw, flashing an apologetic glance in his direction and shrugging. "I don't know. Why was he talking about us like we were--" She stopped, knowing he would understand what she was about to say and not wanting to say anything about it. It was awkward. And uncomfortable. And something she was certain was never, ever happening-- they were going to be friends, and perhaps good friends, but that was the closest it would get. She didn't know what the tom thought about that situation, but she imagined-- knowing him for the past few hours-- that he would voice his opinion on the subject.
　
The white she cat's blue hues flashed, first angrily and then admiringly, and finally returned to their normal state. Though her claws were now unsheathed-- she was certain this tom was going to attack her. And if he did, she would be ready. "Of course, handsome. I was just about to come looking for you-- get anywhere with my sister?" She asked, although she already knew the answer to her question. If she knew Asterpaw-- and she had lived with her for most of her life-- any attempt the tom had made at a romantic effort would instantly be stamped out. Asterpaw didn't handle that sort of stuff well, unlike her beautiful and talented sister. Of course not. That would just be silly, Alabasterpaw thought with a snort.
　
Her hues flashed at the promise of creating mischief. Sure, she wouldn't be taking Asterpaw's attention away... but she would get to hurt Azulpaw in a new way. By taking away the she cat, by having her end up with Bluepaw, she would crush him once and for all. "Alright. I'll help you on one condition-- you have to let me try and break your so-called 'friend.' Honestly, it's a win-win for you-- you get Asterpaw, and you get to crush the cat who took her from you in the first place. Deal?" She asked, a purr rumbling in her throat as she did so. It was a good deal, and although Alabasterpaw wasn't really getting much out of it, she knew it would be amusing to watch. Something that was going to be interesting. At his next words, she flicked her ears fowards, listening intently before nodding. "Oh, but of course, dear. I wouldn't have it any other way." She retorted, a sly expression coming onto her maw.

Brilliance

March 18th, 2017, 11:32 PM

"Good thing you don't attract she cats as easily. They'd be fighting over you everywhere-- though I bet that would amuse you, wouldn't it?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. Asterpaw definitely knew she wouldn't be one of them. Not unless they had bad intentions, and wanted to hurt him. In which case she would step in. But no matter how much she wanted to be with a cat, they weren't worth fighting over-- it was only going to lead to heartbreak and crumbling friendship in the end, both things that she didn't want. The she cat opened her eyes wide, struggling not to laugh as she did so, mock innocence shining in them.
　
"Oh, undoubtedly! You would have the best looking kits in the Clan-- speaking of which, who do you think your kits would look like-- you, Alli, or a mix of both?" She asked. The thought of him and Alabasterpaw having kits was ridiculous-- and Asterpaw knew she would probably be sick if it ever happened. She would definitely be avoiding those kits. Especially if they had the traits of their parents, those little demons would be too much to bear. And yes, though Asterpaw didn't mind kits, if they were as annoying as those would be-- well, she would never set a paw near one.
　
For a moment, she was quiet. She didn't quite know what to say, or quite know how to say-- well, anything really. The feline shifted her weight, looking up at the sky. It was a pretty shade of blue that afternoon-- in her mind, the prettiest she had seen it in a long time. And she was thankful for it. A pretty sky normally put her in a pretty good mood for the rest of the day, mainly because it calmed her down. But no amount of looking at the sky was going to calm the she cat now, especially because she was so confused. They were already too far in.
　
She started at Bluepaw's words, standing up and a look of alarm crossed her features. "We-- you-- I think you have the wrong impression here-- it's not-- we're not, uh..." Her voice trailed off and she took a couple of steps back. The words had quite surprisingly envoked panic in her. Normally it would be her fight reflexes kicking in, but it seemed her flight ones had taken control and were driving her away, backwards, trying to do anything to get away from the two cats. She stopped, swallowing, calming herself and sitting back down-- though, at a further distance then before. "Anytime. If you need anything-- let me know, I'm happy to help." She smiled back at him, watching the tom go.
　
Then returning her attention back to Azulpaw, flashing an apologetic glance in his direction and shrugging. "I don't know. Why was he talking about us like we were--" She stopped, knowing he would understand what she was about to say and not wanting to say anything about it. It was awkward. And uncomfortable. And something she was certain was never, ever happening-- they were going to be friends, and perhaps good friends, but that was the closest it would get. She didn't know what the tom thought about that situation, but she imagined-- knowing him for the past few hours-- that he would voice his opinion on the subject.
　
The white she cat's blue hues flashed, first angrily and then admiringly, and finally returned to their normal state. Though her claws were now unsheathed-- she was certain this tom was going to attack her. And if he did, she would be ready. "Of course, handsome. I was just about to come looking for you-- get anywhere with my sister?" She asked, although she already knew the answer to her question. If she knew Asterpaw-- and she had lived with her for most of her life-- any attempt the tom had made at a romantic effort would instantly be stamped out. Asterpaw didn't handle that sort of stuff well, unlike her beautiful and talented sister. Of course not. That would just be silly, Alabasterpaw thought with a snort.
　
Her hues flashed at the promise of creating mischief. Sure, she wouldn't be taking Asterpaw's attention away... but she would get to hurt Azulpaw in a new way. By taking away the she cat, by having her end up with Bluepaw, she would crush him once and for all. "Alright. I'll help you on one condition-- you have to let me try and break your so-called 'friend.' Honestly, it's a win-win for you-- you get Asterpaw, and you get to crush the cat who took her from you in the first place. Deal?" She asked, a purr rumbling in her throat as she did so. It was a good deal, and although Alabasterpaw wasn't really getting much out of it, she knew it would be amusing to watch. Something that was going to be interesting. At his next words, she flicked her ears fowards, listening intently before nodding. "Oh, but of course, dear. I wouldn't have it any other way." She retorted, a sly expression coming onto her maw.

Bluepaw thought long about the deal she was offering in front of him. It took him all his strength not to pound the feline into oblivion. He tilted his head in confusion. He started to ask her how come she wanted to hurt Azulpaw, but the thoughts floated out of his head, and he purred at the sound of her voice. ‘’Torture him for me will you?’’ He snickered. ‘’I kinda want him to hurt more than just feeling heartbreak. With Asterpaw’s rejection and your constant abuse…’’ It felt like music was ringing in his ear. Although he still felt some type of feeling for his brother--his best friend, the feeling was steep. But it was there. A part of him didn’t want the female to hurt his friend, but his eyes said otherwise.

Bluepaw felt like it was a new beginning. A new turning point for the both of them. He looked towards the sky, a happy sigh escape his maw, for he felt victorious. For now, he would allow Azulpaw to have his time with the blue she-cat. He would allow the two to develop such a deep friendship until he was ready to sabotage the life out of Azulpaw, and swipe Asterpaw. He knew the job wouldn’t be easy, and if she refused his affection, he vowed to do the same to Asterpaw that Alabasterpaw wished to do with Azulpaw.

After all, wasn’t it fun to watch two, who cared extremely for each other...fall apart?

Azulpaw playfully swatted at the blue she-cat, laughing a bit. ‘’I’m offended. I think every time I say something I intrigued a she-cat.’’ Azulpaw remembered because of his slick tone, and his defensive personality, he was never a score with the females. They found him a constant nuisance. A jerk. A pompous jerk--conceited, sarcastic, yet smart and a realist. Azulpaw never wanted to impress any she-cat. He felt that he didn’t have to. He was young. He had his whole life ahead of him before he even set eyes on the right she-cat.

‘’Ew!’’ He gagged. ‘’That would be a terrible mix. If I ever did have kits someday, it wouldn’t be with her. In fact, it would be with ANYBODY but her. In fact, even if we were the last cats on earth, I would refuse to repopulate with her...You catching my drift?’’ The tom smirked. Azulpaw was neutral when it came to kits. He didn’t like them much, yet he didn’t hate them much. Sometimes he found them adorable. Sometimes he found them annoying. He didn’t really have a standpoint on kits, and wondered if he’d ever even have kits someday. Then again, as he stated before, he had his whole life ahead of them, and kits were way down the road of the thing he called life.

A pretty weird concept of life. But it was life.

‘’And, I mean you seem to have your life figured out perfectly, Ast. Mind if I start calling you that? Good. I didn’t think you did,’’ He gave her an innocent look before continuing on, ‘’What about you and Blue?’’ He narrowed his eyes. He recalled exactly what Asterpaw said, and it somewhat broke his heart. Did she really think that she would start developing feelings for him once they were older? Perhaps things would change and mellow out as they grew older. Azulpaw didn’t care--at least he tried not to. They both lead very different lives. They’d both probably meet other cats, forget about each other, and fall in love, have their families...move on.

Moving on. That was the easiest part to do, right? As long as Azulpaw didn’t catch feelings deeper than he was in now, he would be able to move on as quickly as Asterpaw could.

It was inevitable. Bound to happen. Just moments ago, the blue cat got defensive about what Bluepaw called them earlier...a couple...Azulpaw remained expressionless. He didn’t want to seem as if the idea wasn’t plausible. And, since Asterpaw seemed disgusted at the idea, he wished he did react just the same as her, but he didn’t. He stayed shut. His maw glued from his sarcastic remarks or his witty comments. "He's right, Bluepaw. I care about you a lot, but not in that way. And maybe someday things will change. But for right now, you can't keep hurting your friend like this."

Azulpaw was right. He was right. Why did he have to be right? Why did she have to believe that perhaps things would change someday? Was the whole world out of balance? Were they going to be living in an alternate universe where things DID change? Why was he overthinking on this subject? Why did it bothered him nonstop? Eating him up, and filling him with emotional energy.

And maybe someday things will change.

I care about you alot, but not in that way. And maybe someday things will change.

And maybe someday day things will change.

Azulpaw shook his head. He had to stop thinking. It was all he’s ever done, and he was quite filled with worrisome and hurt. Once again, after gaining back his posture, he gave the female a small smile. ‘’Don’t take anything serious of what Bluepaw was saying. He’s delusional,’’ his laugh was short as he hinted to earlier. ‘’I mean...he thinks he’s in love with you because you comforted him. If it’s anything, you’re the irresistible one, sweetheart.’’ He didn’t want to scare her away, so his answer was short and playful. He had hoped that she didn’t notice his taint agitation in his answer--being angry with himself, but he felt that they would be friends. Good friends, possibly. And, that was all they ever were going to be.

lone

March 19th, 2017, 12:48 AM

Bluepaw thought long about the deal she was offering in front of him. It took him all his strength not to pound the feline into oblivion. He tilted his head in confusion. He started to ask her how come she wanted to hurt Azulpaw, but the thoughts floated out of his head, and he purred at the sound of her voice. ‘’Torture him for me will you?’’ He snickered. ‘’I kinda want him to hurt more than just feeling heartbreak. With Asterpaw’s rejection and your constant abuse…’’ It felt like music was ringing in his ear. Although he still felt some type of feeling for his brother--his best friend, the feeling was steep. But it was there. A part of him didn’t want the female to hurt his friend, but his eyes said otherwise.

Bluepaw felt like it was a new beginning. A new turning point for the both of them. He looked towards the sky, a happy sigh escape his maw, for he felt victorious. For now, he would allow Azulpaw to have his time with the blue she-cat. He would allow the two to develop such a deep friendship until he was ready to sabotage the life out of Azulpaw, and swipe Asterpaw. He knew the job wouldn’t be easy, and if she refused his affection, he vowed to do the same to Asterpaw that Alabasterpaw wished to do with Azulpaw.

After all, wasn’t it fun to watch two, who cared extremely for each other...fall apart?

Azulpaw playfully swatted at the blue she-cat, laughing a bit. ‘’I’m offended. I think every time I say something I intrigued a she-cat.’’ Azulpaw remembered because of his slick tone, and his defensive personality, he was never a score with the females. They found him a constant nuisance. A jerk. A pompous jerk--conceited, sarcastic, yet smart and a realist. Azulpaw never wanted to impress any she-cat. He felt that he didn’t have to. He was young. He had his whole life ahead of him before he even set eyes on the right she-cat.

‘’Ew!’’ He gagged. ‘’That would be a terrible mix. If I ever did have kits someday, it wouldn’t be with her. In fact, it would be with ANYBODY but her. In fact, even if we were the last cats on earth, I would refuse to repopulate with her...You catching my drift?’’ The tom smirked. Azulpaw was neutral when it came to kits. He didn’t like them much, yet he didn’t hate them much. Sometimes he found them adorable. Sometimes he found them annoying. He didn’t really have a standpoint on kits, and wondered if he’d ever even have kits someday. Then again, as he stated before, he had his whole life ahead of them, and kits were way down the road of the thing he called life.

A pretty weird concept of life. But it was life.

‘’And, I mean you seem to have your life figured out perfectly, Ast. Mind if I start calling you that? Good. I didn’t think you did,’’ He gave her an innocent look before continuing on, ‘’What about you and Blue?’’ He narrowed his eyes. He recalled exactly what Asterpaw said, and it somewhat broke his heart. Did she really think that she would start developing feelings for him once they were older? Perhaps things would change and mellow out as they grew older. Azulpaw didn’t care--at least he tried not to. They both lead very different lives. They’d both probably meet other cats, forget about each other, and fall in love, have their families...move on.

Moving on. That was the easiest part to do, right? As long as Azulpaw didn’t catch feelings deeper than he was in now, he would be able to move on as quickly as Asterpaw could.

It was inevitable. Bound to happen. Just moments ago, the blue cat got defensive about what Bluepaw called them earlier...a couple...Azulpaw remained expressionless. He didn’t want to seem as if the idea wasn’t plausible. And, since Asterpaw seemed disgusted at the idea, he wished he did react just the same as her, but he didn’t. He stayed shut. His maw glued from his sarcastic remarks or his witty comments. "He's right, Bluepaw. I care about you a lot, but not in that way. And maybe someday things will change. But for right now, you can't keep hurting your friend like this."

Azulpaw was right. He was right. Why did he have to be right? Why did she have to believe that perhaps things would change someday? Was the whole world out of balance? Were they going to be living in an alternate universe where things DID change? Why was he overthinking on this subject? Why did it bothered him nonstop? Eating him up, and filling him with emotional energy.

And maybe someday things will change.

I care about you alot, but not in that way. And maybe someday things will change.

And maybe someday day things will change.

Azulpaw shook his head. He had to stop thinking. It was all he’s ever done, and he was quite filled with worrisome and hurt. Once again, after gaining back his posture, he gave the female a small smile. ‘’Don’t take anything serious of what Bluepaw was saying. He’s delusional,’’ his laugh was short as he hinted to earlier. ‘’I mean...he thinks he’s in love with you because you comforted him. If it’s anything, you’re the irresistible one, sweetheart.’’ He didn’t want to scare her away, so his answer was short and playful. He had hoped that she didn’t notice his taint agitation in his answer--being angry with himself, but he felt that they would be friends. Good friends, possibly. And, that was all they ever were going to be.

"Oh, of course! As long as you keep Asterpaw busy-- and I imagine she'll be very busy-- I can keep your little 'friend' quiet. You can break him emotionally. And I can break him physically." An expression of delighted glee. She was excited. This was really going to happen, and she was going to be able to do it. Right now all she wanted was to feel Azulpaw squirm beneath her...muffled cries of pain coming from him...and Asterpaw far, far away, being kept from helping. "There's one more teeny, tiny thing I'd like you do to for me...when I ask you to, I want you to bring Asterpaw to watch as I torture him. Don't let her anywhere near him, or me... and it might break her mentally... but if you're there, playing the supportive one-- the one who will be there no matter what-- she'll cling to that." Alabasterpaw unsheathed her claws. Oh, she knew better then to actually leave a mark on the tom.
　
As long as she kept her claws off him, no one would believe that she was hurting another cat... hurting him in particular. "But let them have their fun for now. It will only break him more in the end." A melodic, slightly sharp laugh left the female's maw. She knew the tom would take her up on it. She could almost see the scene before her-- heartbreaking, of course, but then again, the female didn't have a heart. She didn't know exactly what love really was. She knew how to harness a tom's whims and fancies to her benefit, of course, but as far as actually being in love? That was something that had never happened to the pretty feline.
　
"Well my apologies, and I do congratulate you." She lowered her head in an exaggerated manner, hues twinkling and snapping with mischief. She was an interesting cat-- a very interesting cat. It was sometimes hard to tell what exactly she was thinking, her mind seemed to click in a different way then it did for her sister. She knew that life held quite a few twists and turns, and she also knew that it had a tendancy to surprise cats in ways that they might never expect. The end result could be quite frustrating-- and sometimes, if you were lucky, magical. A magical ending for a harsh life. She knew Alabasterpaw most likely wasn't going to get her magical ending. And Asterpaw? Well, magic might be a strong way of describing a nice life, but she doubted she would get one either. She was just Asterpaw-- the cat who went around cleaning up her sister's life for her.
　
"Wait, seriously? Funny, I had you two pegged as a definite couple-- and your kits would be gorgeous! But, I get it-- there's always something in the way, isn't there?" She asked. Her voice was mostly sarcastic, but the last part held quite a bit of exasperation. For good reason-- there had always been 'something in the way' for her. First Alli. Then there were like ten toms. And now these two. Asterpaw sighed. Always the matchmaker, always the healer, never getting her own story to play out. And she doubted she ever would. As far as kits went, she really couldn't care less about them. She could definitely care more. They just didn't interest her-- and, if she were being completely honest, they scared her. She felt like she would break them if she touched them.
　
She flinched a little, hearing him call her 'Ast'-- up until then, the only cat to have called her that was Alabasterpaw, who had literally just half-killed him and she was sure would be back. Back to hurt him again. To break him. If she couldn't have him, she would break him-- that was just Alabasterpaw's way. But Asterpaw wouldn't let her...no one else was going to suffer for her sister's mistakes, she would make sure of that. It was better for it to be her rather then the tom-- this was something she had to clean up, just like everything else. And she would clean it up. Perfectly. "I really don't. Still going through that life-changing process, finding out who I am, and boring stuff like that-- plus I'm still training. I need to finish training before I make any big, important, life-changing decisions." Asterpaw mewed, the tip of her tail flicking.
　
She really hadn't been planning on involving herself romantically with anyone until she became a warrior. By then she could be sure. She could be absolutely and one hundred percent sure that this cat was who she was supposed to be with. "Like I said. Maybe someday, things will change between us. So-- might work out, and then again, it might not. Because like I told you-- maybe I like pompous jerks." She nudged him lightly in a friendly manner, as though hinting at something. She wasn't-- she was just messing with him, though she couldn't imagine anything would come of it. He annoyed her, and intrigued her at the same time... for some reason, she was getting the strong feeling that he was hiding something. From her. Although why, she wasn't quite sure. Someday she knew that Azulpaw would change his mind, meet a she cat, and move on... sure, maybe their kits wouldn't be quite as attractive as if it were him and Alabasterpaw, but they would be fine. And she, true to herself, would stay away from them.
　
Though she knew he was teasing, an expression of surprise crossed over the she cat's features. If anything, she wasn't irresistible. And she was glad of it-- she didn't want to be, at all. Irresistible? Me? Oh please. She wanted to say something, but her maw seemed to be sealed shut. Once she could speak again, a gleam of mischief sparked across her features. "Hm? Oh yes, irresistible-- that's definitely the word to describe me. Should I become Alabasterpaw for you too?" She asked, doing a surprisingly good imitation of her sister's melodic voice and laugh. Hers was the voice of any other she cat, more teasing at times and more serious at times, but otherwise fairly... normal.

Brilliance

March 19th, 2017, 02:42 PM

"Oh, of course! As long as you keep Asterpaw busy-- and I imagine she'll be very busy-- I can keep your little 'friend' quiet. You can break him emotionally. And I can break him physically." An expression of delighted glee. She was excited. This was really going to happen, and she was going to be able to do it. Right now all she wanted was to feel Azulpaw squirm beneath her...muffled cries of pain coming from him...and Asterpaw far, far away, being kept from helping. "There's one more teeny, tiny thing I'd like you do to for me...when I ask you to, I want you to bring Asterpaw to watch as I torture him. Don't let her anywhere near him, or me... and it might break her mentally... but if you're there, playing the supportive one-- the one who will be there no matter what-- she'll cling to that." Alabasterpaw unsheathed her claws. Oh, she knew better then to actually leave a mark on the tom.
　
As long as she kept her claws off him, no one would believe that she was hurting another cat... hurting him in particular. "But let them have their fun for now. It will only break him more in the end." A melodic, slightly sharp laugh left the female's maw. She knew the tom would take her up on it. She could almost see the scene before her-- heartbreaking, of course, but then again, the female didn't have a heart. She didn't know exactly what love really was. She knew how to harness a tom's whims and fancies to her benefit, of course, but as far as actually being in love? That was something that had never happened to the pretty feline.
　
"Well my apologies, and I do congratulate you." She lowered her head in an exaggerated manner, hues twinkling and snapping with mischief. She was an interesting cat-- a very interesting cat. It was sometimes hard to tell what exactly she was thinking, her mind seemed to click in a different way then it did for her sister. She knew that life held quite a few twists and turns, and she also knew that it had a tendancy to surprise cats in ways that they might never expect. The end result could be quite frustrating-- and sometimes, if you were lucky, magical. A magical ending for a harsh life. She knew Alabasterpaw most likely wasn't going to get her magical ending. And Asterpaw? Well, magic might be a strong way of describing a nice life, but she doubted she would get one either. She was just Asterpaw-- the cat who went around cleaning up her sister's life for her.
　
"Wait, seriously? Funny, I had you two pegged as a definite couple-- and your kits would be gorgeous! But, I get it-- there's always something in the way, isn't there?" She asked. Her voice was mostly sarcastic, but the last part held quite a bit of exasperation. For good reason-- there had always been 'something in the way' for her. First Alli. Then there were like ten toms. And now these two. Asterpaw sighed. Always the matchmaker, always the healer, never getting her own story to play out. And she doubted she ever would. As far as kits went, she really couldn't care less about them. She could definitely care more. They just didn't interest her-- and, if she were being completely honest, they scared her. She felt like she would break them if she touched them.
　
She flinched a little, hearing him call her 'Ast'-- up until then, the only cat to have called her that was Alabasterpaw, who had literally just half-killed him and she was sure would be back. Back to hurt him again. To break him. If she couldn't have him, she would break him-- that was just Alabasterpaw's way. But Asterpaw wouldn't let her...no one else was going to suffer for her sister's mistakes, she would make sure of that. It was better for it to be her rather then the tom-- this was something she had to clean up, just like everything else. And she would clean it up. Perfectly. "I really don't. Still going through that life-changing process, finding out who I am, and boring stuff like that-- plus I'm still training. I need to finish training before I make any big, important, life-changing decisions." Asterpaw mewed, the tip of her tail flicking.
　
She really hadn't been planning on involving herself romantically with anyone until she became a warrior. By then she could be sure. She could be absolutely and one hundred percent sure that this cat was who she was supposed to be with. "Like I said. Maybe someday, things will change between us. So-- might work out, and then again, it might not. Because like I told you-- maybe I like pompous jerks." She nudged him lightly in a friendly manner, as though hinting at something. She wasn't-- she was just messing with him, though she couldn't imagine anything would come of it. He annoyed her, and intrigued her at the same time... for some reason, she was getting the strong feeling that he was hiding something. From her. Although why, she wasn't quite sure. Someday she knew that Azulpaw would change his mind, meet a she cat, and move on... sure, maybe their kits wouldn't be quite as attractive as if it were him and Alabasterpaw, but they would be fine. And she, true to herself, would stay away from them.
　
Though she knew he was teasing, an expression of surprise crossed over the she cat's features. If anything, she wasn't irresistible. And she was glad of it-- she didn't want to be, at all. Irresistible? Me? Oh please. She wanted to say something, but her maw seemed to be sealed shut. Once she could speak again, a gleam of mischief sparked across her features. "Hm? Oh yes, irresistible-- that's definitely the word to describe me. Should I become Alabasterpaw for you too?" She asked, doing a surprisingly good imitation of her sister's melodic voice and laugh. Hers was the voice of any other she cat, more teasing at times and more serious at times, but otherwise fairly... normal.

Azulpaw nodded in understanding at Asterpaw’s opinion. Although, he thought of her as being...well...narrow-minded. He wondered however did she have such a low self-esteem. Granted, he didn’t think highly of himself all the time, but he never voiced out his demented thoughts whenever it came to him bringing himself down. He wanted others to see his confidence, and soak in that he was a jerk. After all, it was a part of him embedded like a cat that needed to learn how to hunt in order to survive the wild. He remembered earlier when she had brought this up, and at that time he didn’t address the issue. He didn’t care what she thought of herself--why should he? Now, he pondered on whether giving her one of his all-time-famous lectures of the real essence of beauty.

But, he was thinking about Asterpaw. She probably wouldn’t want to hear him babbling on about her self confidence..He was positive that she would smack him up the head as he tried. And, he didn’t need the constant abuse.

‘’Oh, well...I suppose.’’ He mewed, quietly while slightly looking away from her. Though he didn’t know what to feel anymore. As he heard her next words, he gave her an amused glare, and shot her a smug grin. ‘’You? Become like Alabasterpaw?’’ He couldn’t contain his laughter, and despite his pain, he rolled over onto his back, laughing in a fit. It took him awhile before he could get hold of himself as he peered at her through his squinted eyes. ‘’You couldn’t even if you tried, sweetheart. Alabasterpaw flirt til her heart’s content, but you?...Oh-h-h-h, you, Asterpaw...seem ready to murder a tom even if he walk past you!’’ He rolled his eyes. ‘’But, please if I’m wrong...and we both know I’m not...enlighten me.’’ He says, inviting her to act out her moves. The way she was with Bluepaw earlier though seem proof enough that she got the concept of flirting, but he didn’t think she truly grasped the idea. Maybe it was because she wasn’t romantically involve with anyone, which made her movements meek and fraud.

Playfully, he added, ‘’And, don’t question me on this. Trust me, I know what I’m talking.’’ He looked her up and down, and got up to circle around her slowly, analyzing every little detail on her body. ‘’After all, I am a master flirt--in fact, I’m a professional at everything I do.’’ He stopped in front of her, leaning in slightly as if he would brush his nose with hers, before pulling himself away, and jumping on top of a large rock. He stumbled a bit, and thought that he might fall, but starclan was on his side, as he didn’t embarrass himself. ‘’No need to agree with me, because I know you do.’’ He boasted. Though it was a light joke; and he felt humorous. He felt as if a heavy bolder lifted off his shoulders, and gave him new light to look forward to. A new friend.

Azulpaw stared into the direction Bluepaw ran off to, and he wondered what his friend was up to. He did hope that the two would reconcile their friendship later on today. He hated going through life knowing that he didn’t have his brother by his side. Alabasterpaw sure did mess the tom up, that was for sure. ‘’Do you think we should catch up to them? Maybe...put all this mess behind us and start over?’’ He doubted Alabasterpaw wanted to see him again, but he would be the bigger cat, and he would apologize for everything he done to her--which was nothing really. Perhaps it was something he said. That...he did not regret. She needed to have her ego taken down a couple notches.

‘’It seems like everything's just falling apart. Relationships are being broken, and hearts.’’ He smiled a bit at saying this, but he continued. ‘’And, though I would LOVE to blame that demonic sister of yours--it is my fault. Well, my big mouth’s fault. After all, sweetheart, as I said earlier...I have no filter. If I offend you, oh well. Move on with your life--especially if you don’t care what I think.’’ He wished that other cats would understand that purpose, but that seemed to have not. They regarded the grey tom as rude; disrespectful; troublesome. He was nothing of the sort.

Bluepaw gave a rough shrug, looking away from the white feline. His ears stayed tilted to her, so that he could listen to her every word. Her voice was still sweet, angelic to him, but all he could do was feel hate towards her. Hate, and regret. ‘’Do whatever you please,’’ He mewed, his voice uncaring. ‘’Kill him, if you’d like. He’s weak anyway. He hardly even focus on his fighting skills, so it’ll be like hunting a mouse.’’ He tells her, and a smile wrap his maw as he thought about the screams of his friend--more so, enemy. One-sided enemy, as the other thought they were still brothers. Nothing could come between brothers! Unless it was a white-furred, attractive, flirty demon that went by the name Alabasterpaw.

‘’Oh! I will definitely allow Asterpaw to see him suffer...especially with all the things I’m planning on doing to their starting friendship.’’ His laugh was contorted, a mixture of evil and sweet innocence. An unlikely combination. But he was always like that. Sweet, innocent, generous, all the above. Azulpaw was suppose to be the evil one...but Bluepaw? The world’s balance seem to have shifted. Now, he was a liar. He was in love. A lie in love. For some odd reason, he feared that he didn’t want Asterpaw. Maybe watching her crumble at the noise of Azulpaw’s screams, his squirming, his aching body and bones cracking under the angelic other sister. And, there was nothing Asterpaw could do to stop it. Bluepaw would be there, comforting her, while breaking her at the same time.

‘’We should probably get back to those two...don’t want them to think of any ideas, now do we?’’ His voice was dark. It was a new tone. But he shouldn’t master it yet. As far as he was concerned, he had to make sure Azulpaw and Asterpaw believe that he was the same tom as before--generous and naive.

lone

March 19th, 2017, 03:37 PM

Azulpaw nodded in understanding at Asterpaw’s opinion. Although, he thought of her as being...well...narrow-minded. He wondered however did she have such a low self-esteem. Granted, he didn’t think highly of himself all the time, but he never voiced out his demented thoughts whenever it came to him bringing himself down. He wanted others to see his confidence, and soak in that he was a jerk. After all, it was a part of him embedded like a cat that needed to learn how to hunt in order to survive the wild. He remembered earlier when she had brought this up, and at that time he didn’t address the issue. He didn’t care what she thought of herself--why should he? Now, he pondered on whether giving her one of his all-time-famous lectures of the real essence of beauty.

But, he was thinking about Asterpaw. She probably wouldn’t want to hear him babbling on about her self confidence..He was positive that she would smack him up the head as he tried. And, he didn’t need the constant abuse.

‘’Oh, well...I suppose.’’ He mewed, quietly while slightly looking away from her. Though he didn’t know what to feel anymore. As he heard her next words, he gave her an amused glare, and shot her a smug grin. ‘’You? Become like Alabasterpaw?’’ He couldn’t contain his laughter, and despite his pain, he rolled over onto his back, laughing in a fit. It took him awhile before he could get hold of himself as he peered at her through his squinted eyes. ‘’You couldn’t even if you tried, sweetheart. Alabasterpaw flirt til her heart’s content, but you?...Oh-h-h-h, you, Asterpaw...seem ready to murder a tom even if he walk past you!’’ He rolled his eyes. ‘’But, please if I’m wrong...and we both know I’m not...enlighten me.’’ He says, inviting her to act out her moves. The way she was with Bluepaw earlier though seem proof enough that she got the concept of flirting, but he didn’t think she truly grasped the idea. Maybe it was because she wasn’t romantically involve with anyone, which made her movements meek and fraud.

Playfully, he added, ‘’And, don’t question me on this. Trust me, I know what I’m talking.’’ He looked her up and down, and got up to circle around her slowly, analyzing every little detail on her body. ‘’After all, I am a master flirt--in fact, I’m a professional at everything I do.’’ He stopped in front of her, leaning in slightly as if he would brush his nose with hers, before pulling himself away, and jumping on top of a large rock. He stumbled a bit, and thought that he might fall, but starclan was on his side, as he didn’t embarrass himself. ‘’No need to agree with me, because I know you do.’’ He boasted. Though it was a light joke; and he felt humorous. He felt as if a heavy bolder lifted off his shoulders, and gave him new light to look forward to. A new friend.

Azulpaw stared into the direction Bluepaw ran off to, and he wondered what his friend was up to. He did hope that the two would reconcile their friendship later on today. He hated going through life knowing that he didn’t have his brother by his side. Alabasterpaw sure did mess the tom up, that was for sure. ‘’Do you think we should catch up to them? Maybe...put all this mess behind us and start over?’’ He doubted Alabasterpaw wanted to see him again, but he would be the bigger cat, and he would apologize for everything he done to her--which was nothing really. Perhaps it was something he said. That...he did not regret. She needed to have her ego taken down a couple notches.

‘’It seems like everything's just falling apart. Relationships are being broken, and hearts.’’ He smiled a bit at saying this, but he continued. ‘’And, though I would LOVE to blame that demonic sister of yours--it is my fault. Well, my big mouth’s fault. After all, sweetheart, as I said earlier...I have no filter. If I offend you, oh well. Move on with your life--especially if you don’t care what I think.’’ He wished that other cats would understand that purpose, but that seemed to have not. They regarded the grey tom as rude; disrespectful; troublesome. He was nothing of the sort.

Bluepaw gave a rough shrug, looking away from the white feline. His ears stayed tilted to her, so that he could listen to her every word. Her voice was still sweet, angelic to him, but all he could do was feel hate towards her. Hate, and regret. ‘’Do whatever you please,’’ He mewed, his voice uncaring. ‘’Kill him, if you’d like. He’s weak anyway. He hardly even focus on his fighting skills, so it’ll be like hunting a mouse.’’ He tells her, and a smile wrap his maw as he thought about the screams of his friend--more so, enemy. One-sided enemy, as the other thought they were still brothers. Nothing could come between brothers! Unless it was a white-furred, attractive, flirty demon that went by the name Alabasterpaw.

‘’Oh! I will definitely allow Asterpaw to see him suffer...especially with all the things I’m planning on doing to their starting friendship.’’ His laugh was contorted, a mixture of evil and sweet innocence. An unlikely combination. But he was always like that. Sweet, innocent, generous, all the above. Azulpaw was suppose to be the evil one...but Bluepaw? The world’s balance seem to have shifted. Now, he was a liar. He was in love. A lie in love. For some odd reason, he feared that he didn’t want Asterpaw. Maybe watching her crumble at the noise of Azulpaw’s screams, his squirming, his aching body and bones cracking under the angelic other sister. And, there was nothing Asterpaw could do to stop it. Bluepaw would be there, comforting her, while breaking her at the same time.

‘’We should probably get back to those two...don’t want them to think of any ideas, now do we?’’ His voice was dark. It was a new tone. But he shouldn’t master it yet. As far as he was concerned, he had to make sure Azulpaw and Asterpaw believe that he was the same tom as before--generous and naive.
The blue feline had never been one to be very interested in...romantic ventures. And even when a cat did like her, no one ever told her she was 'beautiful' or 'pretty' or even so much as 'attractive.' Therefore, she had come to the conclusion that she wasn't-- and while Asterpaw was a fairly attractive cat, more so then some, she didn't believe it. By now she was more at the point where it would be impossible for her to believe anyone telling her she was pretty would have good intentions. Especially with so many flirts around... Asterpaw didn't understand the concept. What, a cat was just going to come up to you, start complimenting you randomly, and you would be dumb enough to believe them? Asterpaw herself wasn't into the whole 'compliments and flirting' concept. At all.
　
Asterpaw watched him, an amused expression coming onto her features as she did so and she smirked slightly. "What's the matter? You don't believe I can?" She asked, pretending to be hurt. She had perfected her sister's idiotic flirting manners-- though she hated doing it-- she was able to do so in a way that looked almost just like her sister. Remembering one of her favorite moments from their kithood, she took on a smug expression, raised herself up to look just as arrogant as Alabasterpaw, and then dramatically dropped down, rolling over in the dust. "Oh no! Horror of horrors, there's dust on me! Get it off! Get it off!" She shrieked in a voice that sounded scarily like her sister's. She glanced over at the tom and shook some of the dust off her, sending tiny particles flying in all directions before stopping. "She used to do that all the time. You would've thought I was her servant-- 'Asterpaw, do this' 'Asterpaw, do that' 'Ast, you don't mind getting me this do you?' 'Sorry, I'm too tired to play-- Ast, play with this kit for me, will you?'" She mewed, mimicking her sister's voice every time.
　
The memory was painful. She had done everything for her sister. She had loved her sister. And yet Alabasterpaw had just been using her... but the she cat shoved the memory aside. She had almost started to cry. Almost being the key word-- thankfully she had been able to stop herself from allowing herself to get too vulnerable. "And my absolute favorite thing--" She stopped, getting back into her character of Alabasterpaw. "Oh my, you're so big and strong and handsome...I'm sure you already have a cat you love, and who wouldn't be lucky to have you, love?Oh my goodness, aren't you just a gentleman, darling... would you believe that there are actually cats who don't like me?" She asked with a purr, copying her sister's movements of twisting around him, brushing up against him and then finally stopping with a disgusted expression. "Still think I can't be like Alabasterpaw?" She asked with a snort, stepping away.
　
The contact had left her feeling uncomfortable and angry with herself... and his comment made her shake her head. Jerk. She thought, although perhaps more fondly then she would have preferred. Maybe she did like jerks. But if she did-- and she was trying not to-- then things would probably get very awkward very quickly. "Of course I agree with you. We agree on everything, don't we?" She asked sarcastically, the tip of her tail flicking upwards. She was still frustrated. The contact was still bothering her, despite it both being her idea and being something to prove him wrong and annoy him...both things that she was quickly growing to love. "You can. I would prefer not to see my darling sister for a while-- just until I can talk to her privately. She's getting on my nerves today." She mewed, with a shrug. Her vulnerability gone, she was now back to being her old self...and just as sarcastic and annoying. Both things that she knew got on his nerves. Which was her goal now, considering she didn't want him to think she was that vulnerable to other cats.
　
Broken hearts? As in, plural? She thought, giving him an odd look. "Pretty sure the only heart broken was your friend's. Speaking of which, maybe I should go back...I've got a broken heart to patch up and then a relationship to start. I might as well try to make it work-- since I told him I would. Don't worry, I'll still have plenty of time for you." She mewed, nudging him lightly with a confused expression before continuing. "Well, my filterless friend-- whether you were in the wrong or not, Alabasterpaw's still wrong for doing something like that and I plan to have a serious talk with her. About you and Bluepaw." She mewed before sighing. She didn't really want to see if it would work with Bluepaw. She just didn't feel that way about him. But Asterpaw had already told him she would see if it would work, and she planned to at least try-- it was the least she could do to make up for Alabasterpaw's mistakes. She would have to do more later.
　
Alabasterpaw's fangs gleamed once again, shining in the sunlight like miniature daggers. Ready to pierce into anyone who stood in her way... and she was pleased to hear what the tom had to say. "The hunt's the best part. After that...it'll be easy to get rid of him." She purred. Perhaps that was when she would call Asterpaw. When she was ready to kill the tom. First she would hunt him like a mouse-- a slight torture session here and there, playing with him, toying with him as though he were nothing... and then she would strike like the snake she was. And Asterpaw? Well, she would get to watch the whole thing and do absolutely nothing about it. Once she had exhausted the tom physically and mentally, she would break him once and for all.
　
"Good. I'm looking foward to it." She purred, a demonic gleam coming into her hues. She could hardly wait to watch Asterpaw's expression as she realized her so-called friend was dying and there would be nothing she could do to help. Slowly. She would make it very, very slow...and painful...oh, but she would have to wait. Until they were older. Because then she could just leave the Clans if she wanted to, running away...or maybe she would draw him out somewhere far, far away from the Clans. That would work just fine. She would convince them to become rogues. Or loners. Either one would work, because either way she would be outside the rule of Grousestar and no one would care when the tom died. No one but her sister, that was....and if she played her cards right, her sister would be dead as well. Right there along her sarcastic friend. "Oh, of course." She mewed, getting up and padding back towards where they had left the two cats. She glanced back to make sure he was following...she wouldn't want him to get lost along the way.

Brilliance

March 19th, 2017, 05:09 PM

The blue feline had never been one to be very interested in...romantic ventures. And even when a cat did like her, no one ever told her she was 'beautiful' or 'pretty' or even so much as 'attractive.' Therefore, she had come to the conclusion that she wasn't-- and while Asterpaw was a fairly attractive cat, more so then some, she didn't believe it. By now she was more at the point where it would be impossible for her to believe anyone telling her she was pretty would have good intentions. Especially with so many flirts around... Asterpaw didn't understand the concept. What, a cat was just going to come up to you, start complimenting you randomly, and you would be dumb enough to believe them? Asterpaw herself wasn't into the whole 'compliments and flirting' concept. At all.
　
Asterpaw watched him, an amused expression coming onto her features as she did so and she smirked slightly. "What's the matter? You don't believe I can?" She asked, pretending to be hurt. She had perfected her sister's idiotic flirting manners-- though she hated doing it-- she was able to do so in a way that looked almost just like her sister. Remembering one of her favorite moments from their kithood, she took on a smug expression, raised herself up to look just as arrogant as Alabasterpaw, and then dramatically dropped down, rolling over in the dust. "Oh no! Horror of horrors, there's dust on me! Get it off! Get it off!" She shrieked in a voice that sounded scarily like her sister's. She glanced over at the tom and shook some of the dust off her, sending tiny particles flying in all directions before stopping. "She used to do that all the time. You would've thought I was her servant-- 'Asterpaw, do this' 'Asterpaw, do that' 'Ast, you don't mind getting me this do you?' 'Sorry, I'm too tired to play-- Ast, play with this kit for me, will you?'" She mewed, mimicking her sister's voice every time.
　
The memory was painful. She had done everything for her sister. She had loved her sister. And yet Alabasterpaw had just been using her... but the she cat shoved the memory aside. She had almost started to cry. Almost being the key word-- thankfully she had been able to stop herself from allowing herself to get too vulnerable. "And my absolute favorite thing--" She stopped, getting back into her character of Alabasterpaw. "Oh my, you're so big and strong and handsome...I'm sure you already have a cat you love, and who wouldn't be lucky to have you, love?Oh my goodness, aren't you just a gentleman, darling... would you believe that there are actually cats who don't like me?" She asked with a purr, copying her sister's movements of twisting around him, brushing up against him and then finally stopping with a disgusted expression. "Still think I can't be like Alabasterpaw?" She asked with a snort, stepping away.
　
The contact had left her feeling uncomfortable and angry with herself... and his comment made her shake her head. Jerk. She thought, although perhaps more fondly then she would have preferred. Maybe she did like jerks. But if she did-- and she was trying not to-- then things would probably get very awkward very quickly. "Of course I agree with you. We agree on everything, don't we?" She asked sarcastically, the tip of her tail flicking upwards. She was still frustrated. The contact was still bothering her, despite it both being her idea and being something to prove him wrong and annoy him...both things that she was quickly growing to love. "You can. I would prefer not to see my darling sister for a while-- just until I can talk to her privately. She's getting on my nerves today." She mewed, with a shrug. Her vulnerability gone, she was now back to being her old self...and just as sarcastic and annoying. Both things that she knew got on his nerves. Which was her goal now, considering she didn't want him to think she was that vulnerable to other cats.
　
Broken hearts? As in, plural? She thought, giving him an odd look. "Pretty sure the only heart broken was your friend's. Speaking of which, maybe I should go back...I've got a broken heart to patch up and then a relationship to start. I might as well try to make it work-- since I told him I would. Don't worry, I'll still have plenty of time for you." She mewed, nudging him lightly with a confused expression before continuing. "Well, my filterless friend-- whether you were in the wrong or not, Alabasterpaw's still wrong for doing something like that and I plan to have a serious talk with her. About you and Bluepaw." She mewed before sighing. She didn't really want to see if it would work with Bluepaw. She just didn't feel that way about him. But Asterpaw had already told him she would see if it would work, and she planned to at least try-- it was the least she could do to make up for Alabasterpaw's mistakes. She would have to do more later.
　
Alabasterpaw's fangs gleamed once again, shining in the sunlight like miniature daggers. Ready to pierce into anyone who stood in her way... and she was pleased to hear what the tom had to say. "The hunt's the best part. After that...it'll be easy to get rid of him." She purred. Perhaps that was when she would call Asterpaw. When she was ready to kill the tom. First she would hunt him like a mouse-- a slight torture session here and there, playing with him, toying with him as though he were nothing... and then she would strike like the snake she was. And Asterpaw? Well, she would get to watch the whole thing and do absolutely nothing about it. Once she had exhausted the tom physically and mentally, she would break him once and for all.
　
"Good. I'm looking foward to it." She purred, a demonic gleam coming into her hues. She could hardly wait to watch Asterpaw's expression as she realized her so-called friend was dying and there would be nothing she could do to help. Slowly. She would make it very, very slow...and painful...oh, but she would have to wait. Until they were older. Because then she could just leave the Clans if she wanted to, running away...or maybe she would draw him out somewhere far, far away from the Clans. That would work just fine. She would convince them to become rogues. Or loners. Either one would work, because either way she would be outside the rule of Grousestar and no one would care when the tom died. No one but her sister, that was....and if she played her cards right, her sister would be dead as well. Right there along her sarcastic friend. "Oh, of course." She mewed, getting up and padding back towards where they had left the two cats. She glanced back to make sure he was following...she wouldn't want him to get lost along the way.

Her moves were uncanny definitely. And, her voice was on the same level of sugary sweetness of her treasured half-sister. He shifted hit body uncomfortably at the contact she gave him, and he couldn’t even properly look at her for a while. But, he was impressed, not that he would show it. He remained stoic; expressionless, as if what she did was nothing compared to the real thing. ‘’Eh, not bad.’’ He mewed, ‘’But you could definitely do better, love.’’ He gave a light purr. He knew it would set her off. Something that he either said or did, set her off, and he knew well that it did because everything he say or do sets another off! The tom found it extremely amusing at how she acted out her half-sister’s outrageous behavior, and he stifled in a laugh to not interrupt her. She was a good actress. She was also very observant, if she had Alabasterpaw’s movements accurate to the core.

At her next set of words, he purred deeply, loving the idea. ‘’It seems as if we’d be great in crime together! With me being the boss..and you’re my humble servant.’’ He nudged her on the shoulder with his nose, lingering there longer than he needed to. Realizing this, he picked up his head and moved away from her a bit, putting enough distance between the two. ‘’Oh, yeah, I would definitely want to be in the presence of your insane sister.’’ He rolled his eyes, sarcastically. He knew that Asterpaw was still frustrated about what happened earlier, and he didn’t want her to feel as if she didn’t have a choice, so he left it alone. He was perfectly fine staying with her and keeping her company--she was the best company that he had in years. Even when he had Silverpaw and Bluepaw.

However, at her next set of words, he stood completely broken. He was afraid to move. Afraid that if he allowed himself to move one bit, every part of him would shatter. Did she seriously just say that? Did she seriously just admit that she would give Bluepaw...a chance? A chance for what? It didn’t make any sense...that he felt this way. He had no right to feel this way, so he shook the feeling off. Denial was key. ‘’A broken heart and a relationship?’’ He said, his voice mustered with mockery. ‘’Seems like you have a pretty busy rest of the day.’’ He said, snickering. Though she said that she would have plenty of time for him...he didn’t want her to. If she did begin to like Bluepaw while mending him--which he didn’t need the mending, in Azulpaw’s opinion. Azulpaw was not going to keep holding onto something that wasn’t there in the first place. He gave her a soft look, his voice filled with seriousness. ‘’No need to make time for me. Perhaps,’’ He got up, and leaned forward to stretch his limbs, hearing them crack. ‘’Me and that damsel in distress sister of yours could become good friends.’’ He truly doubted this, but he didn’t want to let Asterpaw in on it. It just wasn’t worth it any longer.

‘’Maybe we’ll become the best of friends, and start sharing tongues, and starting cuddling together!’’ He mused, sarcastically. Another thing he found uncanny about her...the way she always kept her word. Whatever she promised, she would still follow through with it. And, he hated it. It made him irritated that she would still give Bluepaw a chance even after almost killing him--twice!

Before he could even get up to start searching for the two, he could make out their fluffy shadows in the distance. He tilted his head to the side, wondering if the two made up. Bluepaw strode over with a confident walk, sent a glare towards Alabasterpaw, and started to pad over to Asterpaw’s side. He sat down, looking over at Azulpaw.

Azulpaw had nothing to say. What was there to say? He didn’t know Bluepaw full intentions, nor his true intentions. He watched with an expressionless face as Bluepaw coddled himself around the blue she-cat, playing off as helpless and heart broken. Azulpaw smiled. He was happy that Asterpaw did care to take care of Bluepaw, and he prayed that she would do everything in her power to fix him--mend him--and to...break him, if he were being honest. Then again, she did admit, ‘’And he won't have to go through it a second time, because if I need to I will stay with him until he's over me. And do you know why? Because I have a heart, and I'm willing to do what it takes to mend your friend's. I doubt you would do that for anyone."

Azulpaw knew that if Bluepaw heard that little speech she said earlier, he would had never let her go. They would be together eternally. Azulpaw snorted at the thought, but it was plausible. And, he wouldn’t get in the way of it. He wouldn’t stay away from them either. After all, they were both his friends. Two friends that clung to his heart, but he wouldn’t allow himself to ever like someone as far as he got. He put a quick stop to his feelings. A moment of being himself again, he turned to Alabasterpaw, his fangs gleaming as he gave her a bright, sarcastic smile. ‘’Found a new victim yet? Or are you waiting to put your venomous bite back in me?’’ He purred.

lone

March 19th, 2017, 05:47 PM

Her moves were uncanny definitely. And, her voice was on the same level of sugary sweetness of her treasured half-sister. He shifted hit body uncomfortably at the contact she gave him, and he couldn’t even properly look at her for a while. But, he was impressed, not that he would show it. He remained stoic; expressionless, as if what she did was nothing compared to the real thing. ‘’Eh, not bad.’’ He mewed, ‘’But you could definitely do better, love.’’ He gave a light purr. He knew it would set her off. Something that he either said or did, set her off, and he knew well that it did because everything he say or do sets another off! The tom found it extremely amusing at how she acted out her half-sister’s outrageous behavior, and he stifled in a laugh to not interrupt her. She was a good actress. She was also very observant, if she had Alabasterpaw’s movements accurate to the core.

At her next set of words, he purred deeply, loving the idea. ‘’It seems as if we’d be great in crime together! With me being the boss..and you’re my humble servant.’’ He nudged her on the shoulder with his nose, lingering there longer than he needed to. Realizing this, he picked up his head and moved away from her a bit, putting enough distance between the two. ‘’Oh, yeah, I would definitely want to be in the presence of your insane sister.’’ He rolled his eyes, sarcastically. He knew that Asterpaw was still frustrated about what happened earlier, and he didn’t want her to feel as if she didn’t have a choice, so he left it alone. He was perfectly fine staying with her and keeping her company--she was the best company that he had in years. Even when he had Silverpaw and Bluepaw.

However, at her next set of words, he stood completely broken. He was afraid to move. Afraid that if he allowed himself to move one bit, every part of him would shatter. Did she seriously just say that? Did she seriously just admit that she would give Bluepaw...a chance? A chance for what? It didn’t make any sense...that he felt this way. He had no right to feel this way, so he shook the feeling off. Denial was key. ‘’A broken heart and a relationship?’’ He said, his voice mustered with mockery. ‘’Seems like you have a pretty busy rest of the day.’’ He said, snickering. Though she said that she would have plenty of time for him...he didn’t want her to. If she did begin to like Bluepaw while mending him--which he didn’t need the mending, in Azulpaw’s opinion. Azulpaw was not going to keep holding onto something that wasn’t there in the first place. He gave her a soft look, his voice filled with seriousness. ‘’No need to make time for me. Perhaps,’’ He got up, and leaned forward to stretch his limbs, hearing them crack. ‘’Me and that damsel in distress sister of yours could become good friends.’’ He truly doubted this, but he didn’t want to let Asterpaw in on it. It just wasn’t worth it any longer.

‘’Maybe we’ll become the best of friends, and start sharing tongues, and starting cuddling together!’’ He mused, sarcastically. Another thing he found uncanny about her...the way she always kept her word. Whatever she promised, she would still follow through with it. And, he hated it. It made him irritated that she would still give Bluepaw a chance even after almost killing him--twice!

Before he could even get up to start searching for the two, he could make out their fluffy shadows in the distance. He tilted his head to the side, wondering if the two made up. Bluepaw strode over with a confident walk, sent a glare towards Alabasterpaw, and started to pad over to Asterpaw’s side. He sat down, looking over at Azulpaw.

Azulpaw had nothing to say. What was there to say? He didn’t know Bluepaw full intentions, nor his true intentions. He watched with an expressionless face as Bluepaw coddled himself around the blue she-cat, playing off as helpless and heart broken. Azulpaw smiled. He was happy that Asterpaw did care to take care of Bluepaw, and he prayed that she would do everything in her power to fix him--mend him--and to...break him, if he were being honest. Then again, she did admit, ‘’And he won't have to go through it a second time, because if I need to I will stay with him until he's over me. And do you know why? Because I have a heart, and I'm willing to do what it takes to mend your friend's. I doubt you would do that for anyone."

Azulpaw knew that if Bluepaw heard that little speech she said earlier, he would had never let her go. They would be together eternally. Azulpaw snorted at the thought, but it was plausible. And, he wouldn’t get in the way of it. He wouldn’t stay away from them either. After all, they were both his friends. Two friends that clung to his heart, but he wouldn’t allow himself to ever like someone as far as he got. He put a quick stop to his feelings. A moment of being himself again, he turned to Alabasterpaw, his fangs gleaming as he gave her a bright, sarcastic smile. ‘’Found a new victim yet? Or are you waiting to put your venomous bite back in me?’’ He purred.
"Oh could I? By pinning you to the ground and watching you--" Her voice choked up, though it didn't sound like it. Thank StarClan, she thought, breathing a sigh of relief. Do I really care about him? Or is it just I don't want to see him hurt? She thought. She didn't like this. She didn't like what Alabasterpaw had done, and there was no way to go back in time to fix it. At least she had done her best. By letting the white feline hurt her instead for a little while...but if she knew anything about her sister, she would be back. She would be back and she would be furious. Never before had such hatred been present in her sister's life before, at least not as far as she knew...and she never wanted to see that amount of hatred that she had seen in her sister's expression again.
　
"Whatever you say, jerk." She mewed jokingly, nudging him playfully once more. Her embarassment and confusion at the earlier contact had faded, replaced by her normal attitude. She rolled her eyes at his statement, sighing. "Of course you would, master. And I, your humble servant, shall be standing by to block her hostile attacks. Would you prefer she tortured me first and then killed me, or a quick and less painful death?" She asked, her voice thick with sarcasm. But as far as she knew, he wouldn't really care if her sister did decide to kill her. And with Alabasterpaw's jealousy...unfortunately she guessed her services would be needed very soon. At least the white she cat was done toying with Bluepaw...she couldn't handle trying to protect both of them at once. She'd get ripped to shreds by her vicious sister! And she knew Alabasterpaw wouldn't have a second thought about it.
　
"Oh don't worry, master. It's not a definite relationship yet-- but I'm sure the future kits will love you." She smirked. Had she known Azulpaw's feelings, she probably wouldn't have been taunting him in this manner. But, oblivious to this fact, she continued to speak in a teasing manner. She had no way of knowing that she was hurting him. And she would have stopped in an instant-- if only she had been able to tell. But although Asterpaw was good at helping when she was aware of a cat's feelings, reading others' feelings was not her forte. That was her sister's line of expertise, after all. Which was a good thing...she supposed. Though his next words felt like he had just shocked her. Really? After all of that...she thought, although her hues remained indifferent. "Suit yourself. Don't get too cozy though-- I don't want to have to come and save you." She mewed, turning and looking as though she were going to walk away before Bluepaw approached, coming to her side.
　
"Hi, Bluepaw." Asterpaw flashed a smile over in his direction, hers being much less charming and perfect then Alabasterpaw's...but unlike her sister's, it was sincere. When she smiled, she was truly happy to see a cat. After a moment of silence, she turned her hues back on him and her expression turned serious. "I told you earlier that-- that I was willing to see if it would work out between us. But it's going to take some time...and I'm working out some-- other feelings. As long as you're willing to wait, I'm willing to try." She mewed in a lower voice, so that neither of the other cats could hear her.
　
At Azulpaw's words, Alabasterpaw's expression grew dangerous and she drew him aside, out of the view of her sister. Quick as the snake that she was, her paw lashed out and forced his head to the ground in an uncomfortable manner. "Listen to me, you pathetic weakling. Asterpaw will never keep interest in a jerk like yourself-- not if she has a brain in her head." She pressed harder, continuously putting pressure in order to half choke him. Oh no, she wouldn't kill him-- this was much more fun. The female lifted her paw up, before bringing her maw down so that he could hear her. "Mention this to a single cat and I'll make sure Asterpaw suffers. And I'll make sure that you-- get-- to watch." She whispered, half kicking, half nudging him with a paw. Pathetic.She thought with a snort, turning to go. "What Asterpaw likes about you, I don't know." She mewed in a mutter, before heading back to Bluepaw and Asterpaw. Her darling sister didn't have a clue what was going on. And she never would.

Brilliance

March 19th, 2017, 06:42 PM

"Oh could I? By pinning you to the ground and watching you--" Her voice choked up, though it didn't sound like it. Thank StarClan, she thought, breathing a sigh of relief. Do I really care about him? Or is it just I don't want to see him hurt? She thought. She didn't like this. She didn't like what Alabasterpaw had done, and there was no way to go back in time to fix it. At least she had done her best. By letting the white feline hurt her instead for a little while...but if she knew anything about her sister, she would be back. She would be back and she would be furious. Never before had such hatred been present in her sister's life before, at least not as far as she knew...and she never wanted to see that amount of hatred that she had seen in her sister's expression again.
　
"Whatever you say, jerk." She mewed jokingly, nudging him playfully once more. Her embarassment and confusion at the earlier contact had faded, replaced by her normal attitude. She rolled her eyes at his statement, sighing. "Of course you would, master. And I, your humble servant, shall be standing by to block her hostile attacks. Would you prefer she tortured me first and then killed me, or a quick and less painful death?" She asked, her voice thick with sarcasm. But as far as she knew, he wouldn't really care if her sister did decide to kill her. And with Alabasterpaw's jealousy...unfortunately she guessed her services would be needed very soon. At least the white she cat was done toying with Bluepaw...she couldn't handle trying to protect both of them at once. She'd get ripped to shreds by her vicious sister! And she knew Alabasterpaw wouldn't have a second thought about it.
　
"Oh don't worry, master. It's not a definite relationship yet-- but I'm sure the future kits will love you." She smirked. Had she known Azulpaw's feelings, she probably wouldn't have been taunting him in this manner. But, oblivious to this fact, she continued to speak in a teasing manner. She had no way of knowing that she was hurting him. And she would have stopped in an instant-- if only she had been able to tell. But although Asterpaw was good at helping when she was aware of a cat's feelings, reading others' feelings was not her forte. That was her sister's line of expertise, after all. Which was a good thing...she supposed. Though his next words felt like he had just shocked her. Really? After all of that...she thought, although her hues remained indifferent. "Suit yourself. Don't get too cozy though-- I don't want to have to come and save you." She mewed, turning and looking as though she were going to walk away before Bluepaw approached, coming to her side.
　
"Hi, Bluepaw." Asterpaw flashed a smile over in his direction, hers being much less charming and perfect then Alabasterpaw's...but unlike her sister's, it was sincere. When she smiled, she was truly happy to see a cat. After a moment of silence, she turned her hues back on him and her expression turned serious. "I told you earlier that-- that I was willing to see if it would work out between us. But it's going to take some time...and I'm working out some-- other feelings. As long as you're willing to wait, I'm willing to try." She mewed in a lower voice, so that neither of the other cats could hear her.
　
At Azulpaw's words, Alabasterpaw's expression grew dangerous and she drew him aside, out of the view of her sister. Quick as the snake that she was, her paw lashed out and forced his head to the ground in an uncomfortable manner. "Listen to me, you pathetic weakling. Asterpaw will never keep interest in a jerk like yourself-- not if she has a brain in her head." She pressed harder, continuously putting pressure in order to half choke him. Oh no, she wouldn't kill him-- this was much more fun. The female lifted her paw up, before bringing her maw down so that he could hear her. "Mention this to a single cat and I'll make sure Asterpaw suffers. And I'll make sure that you-- get-- to watch." She whispered, half kicking, half nudging him with a paw. Pathetic.She thought with a snort, turning to go. "What Asterpaw likes about you, I don't know." She mewed in a mutter, before heading back to Bluepaw and Asterpaw. Her darling sister didn't have a clue what was going on. And she never would.

‘’Really?’’ Bluepaw’s voice held excitement. He was shocked that Asterpaw would try to work out their relationship, especially since he thought she would be after Azulpaw. Looked like things were working out in his favor. He looked away from the blue she-cat to give a victorious smile, before he quickly changed it into an innocent one and sent it her way. ‘’Azulpaw boring you now, huh?’’ He joked, and nudged her playfully. ‘’I knew you would find me better than him. After all, he’s a jerk. No one likes a jerk.’’

Azulpaw yowled in pain, feeling his heart and mind weakened. His heart worsened, and emotional pain felt numb compared to the physical pain he made himself believe that never hurt him. When he heard Alabasterpaw’s threat, he felt his body become brittle and weak. He was ready to give in then, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do much, but he knew he had to protect Asterpaw, even if it meant getting hurt himself. After all, Asterpaw may have been right that Alabasterpaw was a conniving she-cat that followed through with her threats. Exactly what had he done though? Whatever it was, it couldn’t have possibly been...what he said?

As the she-cat got off of him, and trotted back, he laid there. He didn’t move. He didn’t think. He couldn’t feel anything in his body. The aching was strong, and he was powerless. She was right. He was weak. He was pathetic. He was all those things, and yet he couldn’t do anything about it. He wasn’t Bluepaw, he wasn’t Asterpaw. He wasn’t anybody, but a pawn that would be a murdered victim. He shuddered at the thought of having his blood on Alabasterpaw’s claws. Then, he smiled at the thought of having to go to starclan, facing no more pain, and be able to watch over the ones he loved. Such as Asterpaw…

Did he love her?

The thought was selfish. But, he still couldn’t get up, so he laid there, contemplating his life and wondering how ever did he get here in the first place? Just yesterday he took a stroll with Silverpaw and Bluepaw, laughing and joking with them. Everything was normal.

Then, Bluepaw met Alabasterpaw and Asterpaw. Azulpaw wished he hadn’t met them. He wish he hadn’t gotten to know them. He wished he could change everything that happened today, and erase every memory. He would busy himself with Silverpaw instead of following Bluepaw as he always did.

His breath hitched, and he laid there panting. It felt as if he was laying in his own blood of pool, while everyone else stood as a bystander, perhaps laughing at him or pitying him.

But, he couldn’t give up. Not yet, anyway. He had to endure every abuse in order to protect that blue she-cat from ever finding out. Then again, it wouldn’t matter if she found out. She was too focused on her budding relationship with Bluepaw. She was too focused on helping him with a broken heart when Azulpaw laid in a heap of shattered pieces, unaware by her. He wouldn’t tell her either. It feelings didn’t matter, but as long as he could see her, and talk to her, then he was happy. It felt like he could fight with every strength in his mind. And, every beat of his heart.

‘’Please,’’ he finally cried. He finally, silently cried, whispering to starclan above. ‘’If you are there for me, if you are real...please...please, my heart is shattered. My body is in pain. Just please...have pity on me.’’ He tried to stare up at the sky, where he knew that the heavens laid, and he quietly cried to himself, hoping that they could hear his plea.

Bluepaw looked towards Alabasterpaw as she made her way back. He gave her a knowing looks, a questioning one. When he noticed that Azulpaw didn’t come back with her, he assumed that she handled her part of the business. He gently turned back to Asterpaw, nuzzling the side of her cheek. He was finally happy. He was finally getting what he wanted.

And, Azulpaw? Perhaps, he wouldn’t live as long to celebrate that victory.

lone

March 19th, 2017, 07:25 PM

‘’Really?’’ Bluepaw’s voice held excitement. He was shocked that Asterpaw would try to work out their relationship, especially since he thought she would be after Azulpaw. Looked like things were working out in his favor. He looked away from the blue she-cat to give a victorious smile, before he quickly changed it into an innocent one and sent it her way. ‘’Azulpaw boring you now, huh?’’ He joked, and nudged her playfully. ‘’I knew you would find me better than him. After all, he’s a jerk. No one likes a jerk.’’

Azulpaw yowled in pain, feeling his heart and mind weakened. His heart worsened, and emotional pain felt numb compared to the physical pain he made himself believe that never hurt him. When he heard Alabasterpaw’s threat, he felt his body become brittle and weak. He was ready to give in then, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do much, but he knew he had to protect Asterpaw, even if it meant getting hurt himself. After all, Asterpaw may have been right that Alabasterpaw was a conniving she-cat that followed through with her threats. Exactly what had he done though? Whatever it was, it couldn’t have possibly been...what he said?

As the she-cat got off of him, and trotted back, he laid there. He didn’t move. He didn’t think. He couldn’t feel anything in his body. The aching was strong, and he was powerless. She was right. He was weak. He was pathetic. He was all those things, and yet he couldn’t do anything about it. He wasn’t Bluepaw, he wasn’t Asterpaw. He wasn’t anybody, but a pawn that would be a murdered victim. He shuddered at the thought of having his blood on Alabasterpaw’s claws. Then, he smiled at the thought of having to go to starclan, facing no more pain, and be able to watch over the ones he loved. Such as Asterpaw…

Did he love her?

The thought was selfish. But, he still couldn’t get up, so he laid there, contemplating his life and wondering how ever did he get here in the first place? Just yesterday he took a stroll with Silverpaw and Bluepaw, laughing and joking with them. Everything was normal.

Then, Bluepaw met Alabasterpaw and Asterpaw. Azulpaw wished he hadn’t met them. He wish he hadn’t gotten to know them. He wished he could change everything that happened today, and erase every memory. He would busy himself with Silverpaw instead of following Bluepaw as he always did.

His breath hitched, and he laid there panting. It felt as if he was laying in his own blood of pool, while everyone else stood as a bystander, perhaps laughing at him or pitying him.

But, he couldn’t give up. Not yet, anyway. He had to endure every abuse in order to protect that blue she-cat from ever finding out. Then again, it wouldn’t matter if she found out. She was too focused on her budding relationship with Bluepaw. She was too focused on helping him with a broken heart when Azulpaw laid in a heap of shattered pieces, unaware by her. He wouldn’t tell her either. It feelings didn’t matter, but as long as he could see her, and talk to her, then he was happy. It felt like he could fight with every strength in his mind. And, every beat of his heart.

‘’Please,’’ he finally cried. He finally, silently cried, whispering to starclan above. ‘’If you are there for me, if you are real...please...please, my heart is shattered. My body is in pain. Just please...have pity on me.’’ He tried to stare up at the sky, where he knew that the heavens laid, and he quietly cried to himself, hoping that they could hear his plea.

Bluepaw looked towards Alabasterpaw as she made her way back. He gave her a knowing looks, a questioning one. When he noticed that Azulpaw didn’t come back with her, he assumed that she handled her part of the business. He gently turned back to Asterpaw, nuzzling the side of her cheek. He was finally happy. He was finally getting what he wanted.

And, Azulpaw? Perhaps, he wouldn’t live as long to celebrate that victory.

"Yes...really." Asterpaw smiled back. True, she didn't want to commit herself to this-- but if it would make the tom happy, she would do it. Anything to right what had been wronged. No matter how much it was going to hurt her in the end. She frowned at his statement-- no one likes a jerk. That wasn't a nice thing to say at all. Especially about his friend. And what was going on, anyways? It seemed he had suddenly turned into another cat, keeping her 'safe' with him... she didn't like it at all. "I...didn't say I found you better. Neither one of you is better. And even if no one likes a jerk, no one likes someone who brags all the time either." She mewed, her hues narrowing. She was sick and tired of him putting the other tom down all the time. Besides, if anyone's going to do that, I should, she thought with the slightest smile. She sighed and smiled at Bluepaw again, but her smile faded when she heard a yowl. A familiar sounding one-- that sent chills down her spine. "Uh-- Bluepaw? Did you hear that?" She asked, her ears going back as she looked in the direction that the yowl had come from.
　
Alabasterpaw laughed as he stopped struggling. And just lay there. She could tell he was alive, and yet he had stopped when she had threatened Asterpaw. Part of her wished someone would do that for her-- and it only fueled her anger, and she laughed again. "Seriously? You're going to protect the cat who won't give you a second look? The one who doesn't care whether you live or die? If she knew what was happening, she'd probably join in. And yet you're going to let me torture you to keep her safe." She snarled, her features twisting into an ugly expression. She couldn't believe this. And it made her wonder if she should really bring Asterpaw to watch-- but the thought disappeared just as quickly. Of course she should. Asterpaw was going to see what happened when she got attached to the wrong cats...cats that she never should have known. "Stay away from my sister. I'm doing this to protect her from you-- lowlife worm." She snarled before she padded away, her tail lashing back and forth angrily.
　
Most of that had been lies. She wouldn't kill her sister. She knew Asterpaw did care whether he lived or died, and she most certainly would not join in with Alabasterpaw's definition of...fun. She headed back to the area with Bluepaw and Asterpaw, knowing that they were most likely having a more friendly conversation. She hoped so. She needed to make sure that her part of the bargain was upheld-- and if Asterpaw wouldn't develop feelings for Bluepaw soon, he might change his mind. Still-- it was also nice to have them get closer so that the final showdown, Asterpaw would be totally crushed. And she would cling to Bluepaw-- him being the only other cat that cared. Oh sure, her relationship with her sister would be ruined for good... but what did that matter? She would have achieved the one thing that she wanted more then anything else: Azulpaw's downfall. "Hi Ast!" She called cheerfully as she came back into camp. She shot the tom a look as though to say 'don't protest' and waited for the questions she knew were sure to come.
　
"Hi, Alli. Where'd Azulpaw go?" She asked, glancing at her sister with a half questioning, half challenging expression.
　
"He...had some business to attend to. I'm sure he'll be back any minute." Alabasterpaw strode back over to the trees and pretended to listen. "Oh! Listen to that, he's back now. Run along like a good girl and let me talk to your boyfriend now, Ast." She mewed, nudging her sister aside lightly and shooting Bluepaw another look. A 'we need to talk' look. "Don't be too long though, dear!" She added as she saw the light blue figure disappearing into the trees again...exhausted. She was tired of going back and forth, but she knew it would be worth it in the end. Wouldn't it? Either she would have a relationship with Bluepaw or she would have gotten rid of him...a figured win-win for her. Well... one of the wins was less desired then the other, but either way it would work.
　
She saw the tom on the ground and felt her heart rate quicken, blood running cold again. Don't panic. Don't scream. Stay calm. Stay calm. She told herself as she approached. "Alli said you were back. What happened to you, did you fall out of a tree or something?" She asked, examining him. Now might not have been the best time for her sarcasm. But that was the only thing Asterpaw knew how to do other then panic in a situation like this... if she were to be serious, she would eventually panic. "Should have let me do it for you. You're the master; remember? I could totally be your stunt double." She joked lightly, although once again she felt a sharp pang of worry. What if he was really hurt? Did Alabasterpaw... no, she knew her sister wouldn't do something like that again. She had had her fun. And besides, not even Alabasterpaw would do something so horrible. "Are you going to be okay?" She asked in a quieter voice; panic obvious in it and traveling quickly.
　
Alabasterpaw glanced at the tom, her hues sparkling with mischief. "He's not dead yet. Asterpaw's going to be there every time-- afterwards. It'll only get them closer-- but don't worry, he won't stay alive to be close to her. And once you're there for her... during and before our little 'torture sessions...' she'll eventually fall for you. I do feel sort of bad... but at least it will all work out in the end." She purred, her hues sparkling again. She was glad this was working out between them. He could only handle it for so long. Though if he really cared about her sister... love was always stronger then anything else. What if he managed to handle it for Asterpaw? No-- I get to mess with his mind too, not to mention she'll be with Bluepaw most of the time. she thought with a smirk. "Oh! There's one other thing. Whenever Asterpaw gets back, don't forget to treat her like she's the best thing ever...every girl cracks with that treatment after a while. He'll be treating her like she's just average, but you'll treat her like a princess. Especially in front of Azulpaw... play with his mind a little. Mental and emotional pain hurts almost as much-- fun to mess around with, too." She purred with a slightly flirtatious wink at the tom. This was going to work out just fine-- this partnership. And she had a feeling, although he didn't say it, that Bluepaw was enjoying it just as much as she was.

Brilliance

March 19th, 2017, 08:18 PM

"Yes...really." Asterpaw smiled back. True, she didn't want to commit herself to this-- but if it would make the tom happy, she would do it. Anything to right what had been wronged. No matter how much it was going to hurt her in the end. She frowned at his statement-- no one likes a jerk. That wasn't a nice thing to say at all. Especially about his friend. And what was going on, anyways? It seemed he had suddenly turned into another cat, keeping her 'safe' with him... she didn't like it at all. "I...didn't say I found you better. Neither one of you is better. And even if no one likes a jerk, no one likes someone who brags all the time either." She mewed, her hues narrowing. She was sick and tired of him putting the other tom down all the time. Besides, if anyone's going to do that, I should, she thought with the slightest smile. She sighed and smiled at Bluepaw again, but her smile faded when she heard a yowl. A familiar sounding one-- that sent chills down her spine. "Uh-- Bluepaw? Did you hear that?" She asked, her ears going back as she looked in the direction that the yowl had come from.
　
Alabasterpaw laughed as he stopped struggling. And just lay there. She could tell he was alive, and yet he had stopped when she had threatened Asterpaw. Part of her wished someone would do that for her-- and it only fueled her anger, and she laughed again. "Seriously? You're going to protect the cat who won't give you a second look? The one who doesn't care whether you live or die? If she knew what was happening, she'd probably join in. And yet you're going to let me torture you to keep her safe." She snarled, her features twisting into an ugly expression. She couldn't believe this. And it made her wonder if she should really bring Asterpaw to watch-- but the thought disappeared just as quickly. Of course she should. Asterpaw was going to see what happened when she got attached to the wrong cats...cats that she never should have known. "Stay away from my sister. I'm doing this to protect her from you-- lowlife worm." She snarled before she padded away, her tail lashing back and forth angrily.
　
Most of that had been lies. She wouldn't kill her sister. She knew Asterpaw did care whether he lived or died, and she most certainly would not join in with Alabasterpaw's definition of...fun. She headed back to the area with Bluepaw and Asterpaw, knowing that they were most likely having a more friendly conversation. She hoped so. She needed to make sure that her part of the bargain was upheld-- and if Asterpaw wouldn't develop feelings for Bluepaw soon, he might change his mind. Still-- it was also nice to have them get closer so that the final showdown, Asterpaw would be totally crushed. And she would cling to Bluepaw-- him being the only other cat that cared. Oh sure, her relationship with her sister would be ruined for good... but what did that matter? She would have achieved the one thing that she wanted more then anything else: Azulpaw's downfall. "Hi Ast!" She called cheerfully as she came back into camp. She shot the tom a look as though to say 'don't protest' and waited for the questions she knew were sure to come.
　
"Hi, Alli. Where'd Azulpaw go?" She asked, glancing at her sister with a half questioning, half challenging expression.
　
"He...had some business to attend to. I'm sure he'll be back any minute." Alabasterpaw strode back over to the trees and pretended to listen. "Oh! Listen to that, he's back now. Run along like a good girl and let me talk to your boyfriend now, Ast." She mewed, nudging her sister aside lightly and shooting Bluepaw another look. A 'we need to talk' look. "Don't be too long though, dear!" She added as she saw the light blue figure disappearing into the trees again...exhausted. She was tired of going back and forth, but she knew it would be worth it in the end. Wouldn't it? Either she would have a relationship with Bluepaw or she would have gotten rid of him...a figured win-win for her. Well... one of the wins was less desired then the other, but either way it would work.
　
She saw the tom on the ground and felt her heart rate quicken, blood running cold again. Don't panic. Don't scream. Stay calm. Stay calm. She told herself as she approached. "Alli said you were back. What happened to you, did you fall out of a tree or something?" She asked, examining him. Now might not have been the best time for her sarcasm. But that was the only thing Asterpaw knew how to do other then panic in a situation like this... if she were to be serious, she would eventually panic. "Should have let me do it for you. You're the master; remember? I could totally be your stunt double." She joked lightly, although once again she felt a sharp pang of worry. What if he was really hurt? Did Alabasterpaw... no, she knew her sister wouldn't do something like that again. She had had her fun. And besides, not even Alabasterpaw would do something so horrible. "Are you going to be okay?" She asked in a quieter voice; panic obvious in it and traveling quickly.
　
Alabasterpaw glanced at the tom, her hues sparkling with mischief. "He's not dead yet. Asterpaw's going to be there every time-- afterwards. It'll only get them closer-- but don't worry, he won't stay alive to be close to her. And once you're there for her... during and before our little 'torture sessions...' she'll eventually fall for you. I do feel sort of bad... but at least it will all work out in the end." She purred, her hues sparkling again. She was glad this was working out between them. He could only handle it for so long. Though if he really cared about her sister... love was always stronger then anything else. What if he managed to handle it for Asterpaw? No-- I get to mess with his mind too, not to mention she'll be with Bluepaw most of the time. she thought with a smirk. "Oh! There's one other thing. Whenever Asterpaw gets back, don't forget to treat her like she's the best thing ever...every girl cracks with that treatment after a while. He'll be treating her like she's just average, but you'll treat her like a princess. Especially in front of Azulpaw... play with his mind a little. Mental and emotional pain hurts almost as much-- fun to mess around with, too." She purred with a slightly flirtatious wink at the tom. This was going to work out just fine-- this partnership. And she had a feeling, although he didn't say it, that Bluepaw was enjoying it just as much as she was.

Azulpaw’s eyes were closed as he heard Alabasterpaw. He wanted to reply with something, sarcastic-like, but he was in too much pain, and he feared that she would continue to torture him, and he wasn’t up for that yet, so he laid down in a mess, breathing hard, eyes closed, and wishing to welcome in sleep. Sleep that he wouldn’t get. Yet. As she left him there, tears silently streaming down, he huffed out in frustration. His eyes fluttered open once, but then closed. He tried to get up; push himself up, but his flesh wasn’t cooperating. So, he fell back down, sighing deeply, and closing his eyes once more.

Where was Bluepaw? Wouldn’t he care about what happened to his brother? Why wasn’t Bluepaw there to confront the demon that loved seeing him suffer? Of course...with Asterpaw. The two lovebirds made his pain worsened, and he felt his heart clench at the thought. He noted that emotional pain was worse than physical pain. He had no desire to get up again whatsoever, and he closed his eyes, allowing the tears to cascade freely.

When he heard paw prints, he shook his head vigorously. ‘’Please, Alabasterpaw...just leave me alone.’’ His voice was rough, and he shot opened his eyes to welcome the white feline, but to his surprise it was Asterpaw, and he gulped. He quickly shuffled to his pain, stumbling as he did so, tears falling from his face, but he turned it away to not look at the blue she-cat.

‘’Please stay away from me, Asterpaw. Just please. Go be happy with Bluepaw, and leave me alone. I’m for real this time.’’ He got up to his paws, falling down. As he laid on his stomach a bit, his paws sprawled around him. He once again got up, and tried to limp away, but instead of limping, he dragged himself as best as he could. ‘’Besides, you wouldn’t care anyway.’’ He added more quietly, and pushed himself away from Asterpaw. She was the last cat he needed to see right now.

He need to find Silverpaw. She would make him happy. She always did anyway. He hoped she would be nearby, so that he wouldn’t have to drag himself fully there, but half-way on his journey, he couldn’t stand it anylonger, and he collapsed. He fell to the ground on his side, his eyes closed for a second, and he fluttered them open. ‘’I could totally welcome in the darkness at this point.’’ He huffed, meekly.

Bluepaw was amused at Alabasterpaw. He nodded to her devious plan and decided to follow through with it. ‘’How long do you think you’ll be torturing him for? I mean, a tom can only take so much, Alli.’’ He spat, mockingly. As long as he had Asterpaw, he truly didn’t care. Alabasterpaw was allowed to torment until her heart was content. Then again, when they first met, he didn’t think that Alabasterpaw would turn into such a...disgrace. A she-cat that longed to be a torturer. A part of him did feel guilty, but his hunger for love and envy overpowered that low feeling.

He was beginning to tell that Asterpaw was getting annoyed with him, and he figured that he needed to tone it down a couple notches before he offended her by what he said about Azulpaw. But why would she care? She didn’t like him...yet she ran after him as if she had some hidden feelings lingering. The thought made Bluepaw growled, and he sneered at Alabasterpaw, ‘’You better hurry up with this. I’m really sick of her getting defensive about Azulpaw. Besides, however else would I treat my dear, Ast?’’ The blue-eyed tom smirk. ‘’She is...after all, a delicacy that needs to be cared for as if she were a flower planted to bloom. I will treat her with the utmost gentleness.’’ He purred. ‘’I have our entire future plan out. And the best part? Azulpaw will not be apart of it.’’

Bluepaw held a lot of pride within him as he said this to his new evil partner. They did work well together, he’ll give her that, but he also knew what type of cat she was, and he kept himself guarded around her in case she ever decided to trade on him. ‘’If it’s possible I would love for him to be dead before our warrior ceremony.’’ His eyes deadpanned on her.

lone

March 19th, 2017, 08:58 PM

Azulpaw’s eyes were closed as he heard Alabasterpaw. He wanted to reply with something, sarcastic-like, but he was in too much pain, and he feared that she would continue to torture him, and he wasn’t up for that yet, so he laid down in a mess, breathing hard, eyes closed, and wishing to welcome in sleep. Sleep that he wouldn’t get. Yet. As she left him there, tears silently streaming down, he huffed out in frustration. His eyes fluttered open once, but then closed. He tried to get up; push himself up, but his flesh wasn’t cooperating. So, he fell back down, sighing deeply, and closing his eyes once more.

Where was Bluepaw? Wouldn’t he care about what happened to his brother? Why wasn’t Bluepaw there to confront the demon that loved seeing him suffer? Of course...with Asterpaw. The two lovebirds made his pain worsened, and he felt his heart clench at the thought. He noted that emotional pain was worse than physical pain. He had no desire to get up again whatsoever, and he closed his eyes, allowing the tears to cascade freely.

When he heard paw prints, he shook his head vigorously. ‘’Please, Alabasterpaw...just leave me alone.’’ His voice was rough, and he shot opened his eyes to welcome the white feline, but to his surprise it was Asterpaw, and he gulped. He quickly shuffled to his pain, stumbling as he did so, tears falling from his face, but he turned it away to not look at the blue she-cat.

‘’Please stay away from me, Asterpaw. Just please. Go be happy with Bluepaw, and leave me alone. I’m for real this time.’’ He got up to his paws, falling down. As he laid on his stomach a bit, his paws sprawled around him. He once again got up, and tried to limp away, but instead of limping, he dragged himself as best as he could. ‘’Besides, you wouldn’t care anyway.’’ He added more quietly, and pushed himself away from Asterpaw. She was the last cat he needed to see right now.

He need to find Silverpaw. She would make him happy. She always did anyway. He hoped she would be nearby, so that he wouldn’t have to drag himself fully there, but half-way on his journey, he couldn’t stand it anylonger, and he collapsed. He fell to the ground on his side, his eyes closed for a second, and he fluttered them open. ‘’I could totally welcome in the darkness at this point.’’ He huffed, meekly.

Bluepaw was amused at Alabasterpaw. He nodded to her devious plan and decided to follow through with it. ‘’How long do you think you’ll be torturing him for? I mean, a tom can only take so much, Alli.’’ He spat, mockingly. As long as he had Asterpaw, he truly didn’t care. Alabasterpaw was allowed to torment until her heart was content. Then again, when they first met, he didn’t think that Alabasterpaw would turn into such a...disgrace. A she-cat that longed to be a torturer. A part of him did feel guilty, but his hunger for love and envy overpowered that low feeling.

He was beginning to tell that Asterpaw was getting annoyed with him, and he figured that he needed to tone it down a couple notches before he offended her by what he said about Azulpaw. But why would she care? She didn’t like him...yet she ran after him as if she had some hidden feelings lingering. The thought made Bluepaw growled, and he sneered at Alabasterpaw, ‘’You better hurry up with this. I’m really sick of her getting defensive about Azulpaw. Besides, however else would I treat my dear, Ast?’’ The blue-eyed tom smirk. ‘’She is...after all, a delicacy that needs to be cared for as if she were a flower planted to bloom. I will treat her with the utmost gentleness.’’ He purred. ‘’I have our entire future plan out. And the best part? Azulpaw will not be apart of it.’’

Bluepaw held a lot of pride within him as he said this to his new evil partner. They did work well together, he’ll give her that, but he also knew what type of cat she was, and he kept himself guarded around her in case she ever decided to trade on him. ‘’If it’s possible I would love for him to be dead before our warrior ceremony.’’ His eyes deadpanned on her.

Alabasterpaw? What is he talking about? Did he hit his head? She thought, shifting her weight. She was terrified now. Terrified that the one thing she was avoiding was now the fact that might be true. But she needed proof. She had to see Alabasterpaw actually doing it...to accuse her sister of something like this was serious. To accuse anyone of doing something like this. "I...I can't. I can't be happy with Bluepaw. It just-- we just don't-- I don't know, but it just doesn't feel right. Like it's not who I'm meant to be with. I want to make him happy, it's my fault-- I didn't stop Alli-- but I just can't. I know he's your friend. I'm really trying, truly I am...I'm sorry." She bit her lip to keep from crying, tasting blood, but at this point it didn't matter. There was no way he would be this badly hurt just from falling out of a tree. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. "Tell me who did this." She spoke in a calm voice, or at least it seemed that way, but to a trained ear it was shaking with emotion. I want to help. Please don't shut me out like this. Please. I want to care, but I-I don't know how...she thought.
　
Now it was all she could do not to cry. Why would someone do this? Sure, she might have wanted to push him out of a tree-- but she never would have actually carried out her threat. What kind of monster would be so jealous, so angry with a single cat that they would hurt them like this? Who could stand to break someone in this manner? Her hues flashed with frustration as she heard his quiet words. She couldn't watch him dragging himself away like that. What had happened to all the fight he had had earlier? What had happened to the cat she had met before, with so much sarcasm? Whoever had done this had beaten him until he was losing the will to continue. "I do care. More then you know. And maybe you would realize that if you weren't so busy trying to shut me out now. Maybe it's you who doesn't care." She sighed, sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws. And now she was going to cry.
　
She could only keep up a barrier for so long. She could only hide herself away for so long. And this was the only thing she could do now. She cared so much it hurt-- but did he? No. He probably would have preferred Alabasterpaw to hurt her in the first place. Because like he had said, he was a master at everything. So maybe he'd just been playing with her like Alabasterpaw had been playing with Bluepaw. Maybe Alabasterpaw-- if she had done this, which Asterpaw still wasn't convinced she had-- to protect her. To protect her from this cat. She watched as he moved further away, feeling herself only crying more. She couldn't stop it. Why couldn't she stop it? Why had this happened? What had he done? StarClan, please...don't let him get hurt like this again...I know you're there, I know you can hear me...don't let him die. Don't let this happen, I'm begging you. Please. She thought. That was all she could do. She didn't want to attack her sister without proof. And, without proof, she had no idea who was behind this.
　
After she was done crying-- emotionally drained-- she approached him again. And once more, almost began to cry. But she stopped herself-- it wasn't going to help. And it certainly wasn't going to keep her calm. Slowly she lay down beside him, and gently curled her tail over him. "You can't push me away this time. Okay?" She whispered in the softest voice. She didn't know what to do. This was all she knew how to do, was be here for him in the moment. No one could predict the future. But she was pretty sure-- and this was just a guess-- that things were going to get much darker. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. "I'm sorry." She whispered. This is my fault. My fault. I could have prevented this, and I didn't. My fault. She thought, curled up against the tom. But she could protect him now. She could do this.
　
"Until he's broken, Bluepaw. Until he's broken and begging me to stop. And then I'll kill him." She mewed. She knew it would only be a matter of time. But when it came to the heart...who knew how much he would be able to take? Perhaps she should ask his friend. Maybe then she would be able to figure out how much he could take before he broke, or if she would be able to kill him before he did. "How much do you think he can take-- if he really does love Ast?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. This was crucial information, information she should have gotten at first... but she hadn't thought of it until now.
　
"And what if she maintains her care for your friend? What are you going to do to her then?" Alabasterpaw demanded upon hearing his words. Sure, she could take the life of a cat that Asterpaw cared about...but could she take that care from her? Well, no. That would be Bluepaw's part of the deal. To get her heart-- she was just getting rid of the competition for him. And once the competition was out of the way, it was his job to win her heart and they would be able to be together. Her eyes flashed at him mentioning Azulpaw wanting to be dead before their warrior ceremony. "Absolutely not! I would rather be a warrior before I get chased out of here. You don't seriously think I would be allowed to stay in the Clan after killing him, do you?" She asked with a furious snarl, her hues flashing again. If Bluepaw thought that, he must be stupid. And up until now, Alabasterpaw hadn't had him pegged as someone who was stupid.

Brilliance

March 19th, 2017, 09:36 PM

Alabasterpaw? What is he talking about? Did he hit his head? She thought, shifting her weight. She was terrified now. Terrified that the one thing she was avoiding was now the fact that might be true. But she needed proof. She had to see Alabasterpaw actually doing it...to accuse her sister of something like this was serious. To accuse anyone of doing something like this. "I...I can't. I can't be happy with Bluepaw. It just-- we just don't-- I don't know, but it just doesn't feel right. Like it's not who I'm meant to be with. I want to make him happy, it's my fault-- I didn't stop Alli-- but I just can't. I know he's your friend. I'm really trying, truly I am...I'm sorry." She bit her lip to keep from crying, tasting blood, but at this point it didn't matter. There was no way he would be this badly hurt just from falling out of a tree. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. "Tell me who did this." She spoke in a calm voice, or at least it seemed that way, but to a trained ear it was shaking with emotion. I want to help. Please don't shut me out like this. Please. I want to care, but I-I don't know how...she thought.
　
Now it was all she could do not to cry. Why would someone do this? Sure, she might have wanted to push him out of a tree-- but she never would have actually carried out her threat. What kind of monster would be so jealous, so angry with a single cat that they would hurt them like this? Who could stand to break someone in this manner? Her hues flashed with frustration as she heard his quiet words. She couldn't watch him dragging himself away like that. What had happened to all the fight he had had earlier? What had happened to the cat she had met before, with so much sarcasm? Whoever had done this had beaten him until he was losing the will to continue. "I do care. More then you know. And maybe you would realize that if you weren't so busy trying to shut me out now. Maybe it's you who doesn't care." She sighed, sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws. And now she was going to cry.
　
She could only keep up a barrier for so long. She could only hide herself away for so long. And this was the only thing she could do now. She cared so much it hurt-- but did he? No. He probably would have preferred Alabasterpaw to hurt her in the first place. Because like he had said, he was a master at everything. So maybe he'd just been playing with her like Alabasterpaw had been playing with Bluepaw. Maybe Alabasterpaw-- if she had done this, which Asterpaw still wasn't convinced she had-- to protect her. To protect her from this cat. She watched as he moved further away, feeling herself only crying more. She couldn't stop it. Why couldn't she stop it? Why had this happened? What had he done? StarClan, please...don't let him get hurt like this again...I know you're there, I know you can hear me...don't let him die. Don't let this happen, I'm begging you. Please. She thought. That was all she could do. She didn't want to attack her sister without proof. And, without proof, she had no idea who was behind this.
　
After she was done crying-- emotionally drained-- she approached him again. And once more, almost began to cry. But she stopped herself-- it wasn't going to help. And it certainly wasn't going to keep her calm. Slowly she lay down beside him, and gently curled her tail over him. "You can't push me away this time. Okay?" She whispered in the softest voice. She didn't know what to do. This was all she knew how to do, was be here for him in the moment. No one could predict the future. But she was pretty sure-- and this was just a guess-- that things were going to get much darker. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. "I'm sorry." She whispered. This is my fault. My fault. I could have prevented this, and I didn't. My fault. She thought, curled up against the tom. But she could protect him now. She could do this.
　
"Until he's broken, Bluepaw. Until he's broken and begging me to stop. And then I'll kill him." She mewed. She knew it would only be a matter of time. But when it came to the heart...who knew how much he would be able to take? Perhaps she should ask his friend. Maybe then she would be able to figure out how much he could take before he broke, or if she would be able to kill him before he did. "How much do you think he can take-- if he really does love Ast?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. This was crucial information, information she should have gotten at first... but she hadn't thought of it until now.
　
"And what if she maintains her care for your friend? What are you going to do to her then?" Alabasterpaw demanded upon hearing his words. Sure, she could take the life of a cat that Asterpaw cared about...but could she take that care from her? Well, no. That would be Bluepaw's part of the deal. To get her heart-- she was just getting rid of the competition for him. And once the competition was out of the way, it was his job to win her heart and they would be able to be together. Her eyes flashed at him mentioning Azulpaw wanting to be dead before their warrior ceremony. "Absolutely not! I would rather be a warrior before I get chased out of here. You don't seriously think I would be allowed to stay in the Clan after killing him, do you?" She asked with a furious snarl, her hues flashing again. If Bluepaw thought that, he must be stupid. And up until now, Alabasterpaw hadn't had him pegged as someone who was stupid.

Azulpaw would had snapped ferociously at the blue cat beside him, curled around him as if he were a helpless kit. Yet he enjoyed being locked into her embrace. It was the first time she had willingly touched him without the idea disgusting her. He was frustrated at what she said earlier. How dare she accused him of not caring about her? Was he not getting abused for it? Was he not keeping his mouth shut because he knew Alabasterpaw carried out her threats. The sinister cat needed to be stop. He couldn’t stop her now, but he could stay away from her--from all of them until he gained the strength to protect himself.

‘’Oh? Now you lost your confidence?’’ He rasped. ‘’Real funny just how earlier you said you would be by his side until he was ready to let you go. But clearly you’re by my side. Bluepaw is not going to be happy about this if he sees you tangled with me.’’ The tom quietly stated, sternness tainted in his voice. He picked up his head and turned to her. ‘’Do you want to see me in more pain? Do you want to see Bluepaw attack me because you’re all over me?’’ He didn’t want to say the words to her, but they were true. He would had said anything to get rid of her honestly. He didn’t want her near him. And, as her statement, ‘’Tell me who did this.’’ came back in his head, he stared long and hard at her. She knew who did this. She just didn’t want to believe it.

Azulpaw gulped and he turned away. He struggled to unwrap himself from her, and her quiet apologies brought surprise in his eyes. She was sorry? She was sorry as if she knew. It was her fault, as if she knew. So, why did she feel as if she needed to ask him who did it, if she clearly knew who done it?

Azulpaw made a grunting noise from his slight movement. He was angry, and he shot out his frustration at her, hoping that his words would inflict some pain where she would go away completely and leave him be. ‘’Did you REALLY just have the nerve to say that I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU?’’ He seethed, his lungs hurt. He felt as if they were burning from every intake, but he had to get his frustration out. ‘’That’s very mouse-brained to say, Asterpaw! If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t have stuck around longer! I wouldn’t care about your opinions! I wouldn’t be annoying you--in fact, I would ignore you! You would be nonexistent to me! If I didn’t care, don’t you think I wouldn’t care that you WANT to actually be with my friend? I may be hurt physically, but that doesn’t bother me. What’s bothering me right now is that you’re causing my emotional pain! You’re killing me, you’re draining me, you’re destroying me, Asterpaw! And, I don’t want you to! I hate that I met you! I hate that I didn’t keep my distance! I hate EVERYTHING that happened between us! And, you say I DON’T care? If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t...be in this condition.’’ He stopped. His eyes were a glossy yellow--something they haven’t been in a long while. He felt offended that Asterpaw thought he didn’t care.

He stayed silent for a while, just thinking, before he added. ‘’You want to know who’s doing this? You. It’s you who is hurting me.’’ He felt that it was her. After all, he told her to stay away, but she didn’t. And, he knew that if Bluepaw or Alabasterpaw seen them this way, they wouldn’t be afraid to attack him--possibly kill him.

Bluepaw barred his teeth at Alabasterpaw, ‘’Obviously, idiot!’’ He rolled his eyes. ‘’But there are other ways to approach this. I mean, after all, you can’t be convicted if you killed him outside the clans, now would it, silly girl.’’ At her next question, he only hushed her. He sat on his haunches, looking into the distance. He knew Asterpaw was still with Azulpaw, but why would she be gone for long? He needed her here with him. She was his. Not Azulpaw’s. ‘’Why should she care for someone who will be dead in due time? With me around, I’m sure she’ll be able to move on quickly.’’ He stated cockily. ‘’As for you...I don’t know what you’d do. After I get Asterpaw, and you kill Azulpaw, it wouldn’t matter. Live on with your merry life, but stay away from us. I don’t want your bad intention rubbing off on our kits.’’

Bluepaw delicately groomed his paw bringing it over his head, and his blue orbs started at the attractive feline across from him. ‘’Just do your job and stop worrying about mines, Alabasterpaw.’’ He wanted to follow after Asterpaw, just to check up on her whereabouts, but he would wait a little longer...Alabasterpaw was right about them becoming closer...the pain would be worthwhile in the end.

lone

March 20th, 2017, 09:18 AM

Azulpaw would had snapped ferociously at the blue cat beside him, curled around him as if he were a helpless kit. Yet he enjoyed being locked into her embrace. It was the first time she had willingly touched him without the idea disgusting her. He was frustrated at what she said earlier. How dare she accused him of not caring about her? Was he not getting abused for it? Was he not keeping his mouth shut because he knew Alabasterpaw carried out her threats. The sinister cat needed to be stop. He couldn’t stop her now, but he could stay away from her--from all of them until he gained the strength to protect himself.

‘’Oh? Now you lost your confidence?’’ He rasped. ‘’Real funny just how earlier you said you would be by his side until he was ready to let you go. But clearly you’re by my side. Bluepaw is not going to be happy about this if he sees you tangled with me.’’ The tom quietly stated, sternness tainted in his voice. He picked up his head and turned to her. ‘’Do you want to see me in more pain? Do you want to see Bluepaw attack me because you’re all over me?’’ He didn’t want to say the words to her, but they were true. He would had said anything to get rid of her honestly. He didn’t want her near him. And, as her statement, ‘’Tell me who did this.’’ came back in his head, he stared long and hard at her. She knew who did this. She just didn’t want to believe it.

Azulpaw gulped and he turned away. He struggled to unwrap himself from her, and her quiet apologies brought surprise in his eyes. She was sorry? She was sorry as if she knew. It was her fault, as if she knew. So, why did she feel as if she needed to ask him who did it, if she clearly knew who done it?

Azulpaw made a grunting noise from his slight movement. He was angry, and he shot out his frustration at her, hoping that his words would inflict some pain where she would go away completely and leave him be. ‘’Did you REALLY just have the nerve to say that I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU?’’ He seethed, his lungs hurt. He felt as if they were burning from every intake, but he had to get his frustration out. ‘’That’s very mouse-brained to say, Asterpaw! If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t have stuck around longer! I wouldn’t care about your opinions! I wouldn’t be annoying you--in fact, I would ignore you! You would be nonexistent to me! If I didn’t care, don’t you think I wouldn’t care that you WANT to actually be with my friend? I may be hurt physically, but that doesn’t bother me. What’s bothering me right now is that you’re causing my emotional pain! You’re killing me, you’re draining me, you’re destroying me, Asterpaw! And, I don’t want you to! I hate that I met you! I hate that I didn’t keep my distance! I hate EVERYTHING that happened between us! And, you say I DON’T care? If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t...be in this condition.’’ He stopped. His eyes were a glossy yellow--something they haven’t been in a long while. He felt offended that Asterpaw thought he didn’t care.

He stayed silent for a while, just thinking, before he added. ‘’You want to know who’s doing this? You. It’s you who is hurting me.’’ He felt that it was her. After all, he told her to stay away, but she didn’t. And, he knew that if Bluepaw or Alabasterpaw seen them this way, they wouldn’t be afraid to attack him--possibly kill him.

Bluepaw barred his teeth at Alabasterpaw, ‘’Obviously, idiot!’’ He rolled his eyes. ‘’But there are other ways to approach this. I mean, after all, you can’t be convicted if you killed him outside the clans, now would it, silly girl.’’ At her next question, he only hushed her. He sat on his haunches, looking into the distance. He knew Asterpaw was still with Azulpaw, but why would she be gone for long? He needed her here with him. She was his. Not Azulpaw’s. ‘’Why should she care for someone who will be dead in due time? With me around, I’m sure she’ll be able to move on quickly.’’ He stated cockily. ‘’As for you...I don’t know what you’d do. After I get Asterpaw, and you kill Azulpaw, it wouldn’t matter. Live on with your merry life, but stay away from us. I don’t want your bad intention rubbing off on our kits.’’

Bluepaw delicately groomed his paw bringing it over his head, and his blue orbs started at the attractive feline across from him. ‘’Just do your job and stop worrying about mines, Alabasterpaw.’’ He wanted to follow after Asterpaw, just to check up on her whereabouts, but he would wait a little longer...Alabasterpaw was right about them becoming closer...the pain would be worthwhile in the end.

Asterpaw flinched, a shudder running through her blue pelt. She lifted her head to look at him, her own hues seemingly void of emotion. It was all too much...too much. "Oh, so I can't care about anyone else now? I didn't say he would be my only friend, nor that I would be by his side all day every day. And I can't help it if I don't love him. At least I'm willing to make him happy, and I will stay with him-- even if I don't love him. Because unlike you, I'm willing to give up the life I want to have to help your friend." She snapped, jerking away from him. So that was the kind of thanks she was going to get from this cat. She had come, trying to help-- and was this really her fault? Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she apologized too soon. Well, never mind. It wouldn't matter. "Is that what you think I want? So sorry I'm 'all over you.' Guess I had get off-- and once again, I do apologize." She mewed sarcastically, taking a couple of steps backwards. It was all she could do to remain calm. She no longer felt bad. She was fine now-- her panicked moment was over.
　
His speech shocked her. And not like the emotional type of shock-- this one was one she felt, and it literally sent her staggering backwards. For a moment she just stood there. And then she did one thing that she hated herself for. She began to cry-- again. That was it. She was so done. So now she knew the truth-- well, part of it. She turned her face away so he couldn't see her. She didn't want him to. "Alright. Okay. I'm sorry I've 'broken' you. I'm sorry any of this happened. And I'm sorry you hate that we met-- or perhaps it would be better to say that you hate me? That's what you meant. And if you care about me at all, then you'll stop this and tell someone who did it. Because if it's who I think it is-- we're going to have a very serious talk. Unless you'd rather I torture her for you?" Her voice reached a level of sarcasm that was almost pained, and her expression showed that she was not physically, but emotionally pained quite a bit.
　
"Look at me." She mewed in a quiet voice, a shaky one, and then pinned her ears back to her head. "Look at me! I'm not someone you should be 'protecting'-- if this even has anything to do with me. I can handle my own. And I can't believe that you can tell me I'm hurting you emotionally. How is that even possible? What did I do-- was it the part where I was pinned to the ground by my sister? Oh, how about the part when I was acting with your best friend to make my sister jealous? Here's a good one-- how about the part where I'm willing to throw away my life to make up for one stupid mistake my sister made? Or is it all of the above?" She asked. She wasn't expecting an answer. Of course none of these would hurt him. Every one of those she had done without thinking about herself. Asterpaw was not, by nature, a selfish cat. So how she was hurting him? She had no idea. At his words an expression of disbelief and sorrow crossed her features. It made her look older...and more vulnerable, somehow. "Then I guess you were right." She mewed in a low voice, pausing before continuing-- "We shouldn't have met. I'll stay 'out of your way' from now on." She turned, padding away, without another glance back.
　
An expression of anger crossed the she cat's face and Alabasterpaw dug her claws into the dirt. "Don't ever call me that. Understood?" She asked in the lowest voice possible. She didn't care if Asterpaw was her sister...the best way to get back at someone was by hurting the cat they loved most. Hurting the cat they loved most...so she was doing this all wrong. If she really wanted to hurt Azulpaw, maybe she should be hurting Asterpaw instead. "Leaving the Clan might not be such a bad idea. I mean...you don't really want other toms eyeing Asterpaw even after Azulpaw's dead, do you? It'll take time for her to fall in love. And by then, since she seems to have developed a sudden knack for it...she might catch-- oh, two or three other toms' eye." Alabasterpaw remarked casually, digging her claws into the dirt and staring down at them. They were no longer a perfect clear. They were dirty...and soon they wouldn't just have dust on them.
　
Asterpaw was tired of going back and forth, but she was sure this would be her last trip. Now that she knew-- now that Azulpaw had said all those hurtful things to her-- maybe he would belong on his own. She knew better then to care. There was still evidence of tears on her face, but they were less obvious then they had been earlier. She took a seat next to Bluepaw, shooting him a weary smile. "He's pretty beat up. Don't know how it happened." She lied, shooting a curious glance in her sister's direction. She was glad to be with a cat who seemed like they had good intentions. A cat who actually loved her. "You were right." She whispered to the multi-colored tom, leaning against him slightly as though he were her only support. "He really is just a jerk." She finished, with a swallow, her voice shaking just a little as she spoke the words. Maybe I like pompous jerks. Her own words played back in her head, and she shook them aside. Yeah? Well looks like I have to figure out which side of that 'maybe' I'm on. She thought, the tip of her tail twitching thoughtfully.

Brilliance

March 20th, 2017, 11:33 AM

Asterpaw flinched, a shudder running through her blue pelt. She lifted her head to look at him, her own hues seemingly void of emotion. It was all too much...too much. "Oh, so I can't care about anyone else now? I didn't say he would be my only friend, nor that I would be by his side all day every day. And I can't help it if I don't love him. At least I'm willing to make him happy, and I will stay with him-- even if I don't love him. Because unlike you, I'm willing to give up the life I want to have to help your friend." She snapped, jerking away from him. So that was the kind of thanks she was going to get from this cat. She had come, trying to help-- and was this really her fault? Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she apologized too soon. Well, never mind. It wouldn't matter. "Is that what you think I want? So sorry I'm 'all over you.' Guess I had get off-- and once again, I do apologize." She mewed sarcastically, taking a couple of steps backwards. It was all she could do to remain calm. She no longer felt bad. She was fine now-- her panicked moment was over.
　
His speech shocked her. And not like the emotional type of shock-- this one was one she felt, and it literally sent her staggering backwards. For a moment she just stood there. And then she did one thing that she hated herself for. She began to cry-- again. That was it. She was so done. So now she knew the truth-- well, part of it. She turned her face away so he couldn't see her. She didn't want him to. "Alright. Okay. I'm sorry I've 'broken' you. I'm sorry any of this happened. And I'm sorry you hate that we met-- or perhaps it would be better to say that you hate me? That's what you meant. And if you care about me at all, then you'll stop this and tell someone who did it. Because if it's who I think it is-- we're going to have a very serious talk. Unless you'd rather I torture her for you?" Her voice reached a level of sarcasm that was almost pained, and her expression showed that she was not physically, but emotionally pained quite a bit.
　
"Look at me." She mewed in a quiet voice, a shaky one, and then pinned her ears back to her head. "Look at me! I'm not someone you should be 'protecting'-- if this even has anything to do with me. I can handle my own. And I can't believe that you can tell me I'm hurting you emotionally. How is that even possible? What did I do-- was it the part where I was pinned to the ground by my sister? Oh, how about the part when I was acting with your best friend to make my sister jealous? Here's a good one-- how about the part where I'm willing to throw away my life to make up for one stupid mistake my sister made? Or is it all of the above?" She asked. She wasn't expecting an answer. Of course none of these would hurt him. Every one of those she had done without thinking about herself. Asterpaw was not, by nature, a selfish cat. So how she was hurting him? She had no idea. At his words an expression of disbelief and sorrow crossed her features. It made her look older...and more vulnerable, somehow. "Then I guess you were right." She mewed in a low voice, pausing before continuing-- "We shouldn't have met. I'll stay 'out of your way' from now on." She turned, padding away, without another glance back.
　
An expression of anger crossed the she cat's face and Alabasterpaw dug her claws into the dirt. "Don't ever call me that. Understood?" She asked in the lowest voice possible. She didn't care if Asterpaw was her sister...the best way to get back at someone was by hurting the cat they loved most. Hurting the cat they loved most...so she was doing this all wrong. If she really wanted to hurt Azulpaw, maybe she should be hurting Asterpaw instead. "Leaving the Clan might not be such a bad idea. I mean...you don't really want other toms eyeing Asterpaw even after Azulpaw's dead, do you? It'll take time for her to fall in love. And by then, since she seems to have developed a sudden knack for it...she might catch-- oh, two or three other toms' eye." Alabasterpaw remarked casually, digging her claws into the dirt and staring down at them. They were no longer a perfect clear. They were dirty...and soon they wouldn't just have dust on them.
　
Asterpaw was tired of going back and forth, but she was sure this would be her last trip. Now that she knew-- now that Azulpaw had said all those hurtful things to her-- maybe he would belong on his own. She knew better then to care. There was still evidence of tears on her face, but they were less obvious then they had been earlier. She took a seat next to Bluepaw, shooting him a weary smile. "He's pretty beat up. Don't know how it happened." She lied, shooting a curious glance in her sister's direction. She was glad to be with a cat who seemed like they had good intentions. A cat who actually loved her. "You were right." She whispered to the multi-colored tom, leaning against him slightly as though he were her only support. "He really is just a jerk." She finished, with a swallow, her voice shaking just a little as she spoke the words. Maybe I like pompous jerks. Her own words played back in her head, and she shook them aside. Yeah? Well looks like I have to figure out which side of that 'maybe' I'm on. She thought, the tip of her tail twitching thoughtfully.

Azulpaw sighed in relief. He knew his words had some impact on her--and hers had a lot of impact on him, but he was happy. A sad type of happy, but the feeling was there as she turned away. He hoped that he wouldn't see her again, that she would live contentedly with Bluepaw, and if she chose to leave Bluepaw, then she would find happiest with someone else. He was left in the cold. He was left in the dark. He put his head down, over his paws, and stared as she walked away. She didn't once glance back and that's when he knew...she was done. She was done with caring. She was done with helping. And, most definitely she was done with him.

"It's for the better." He quietly said. "At least I wouldn't have to worry about Alabasterpaw anymore. I'm staying away from her sister now, so Asterpaw could be safe." He nodded. Azulpaw felt like he was doing the right thing. Keeping Asterpaw safe was the first concern in his mind. And if he had to stop seeing her for her to be safe, then he would gladly drop all contact with the blue cat.

As he began to flutter his eyes constantly, in the distance he could make out a small silhouette. Soon enough, the figure was running towards him, her ears in alert. Silverpaw's expression held worry and she looked around at his body to notice any bruises. He did look pretty beaten up. "Got into another fight with Bluepaw?" She asked, her voice playful but held a twinge of concern. Azulpaw tried to laugh, but grunted instead. He couldn't speak. That speech he gave Asterpaw--drained every energy in his being away. Silverpaw didn't need him to say anything, instead she just laid by his side, leaning into him to support him, and she delicately began grooming his pelt in a protective way. She was the younger of the two, but she always played the sisterly part as if she were the eldest. "You're all filthy!" She exclaimed as her rough tongue groomed his pelt.

"Ow." He winced at her touch. "Please be gentle."

"It seems as if a stampede ran you over. What happened?"

Azulpaw didn't know how to reply or what to say as to how this situation came to be. He honestly didn't think the small silver Bengal would understand anyway. "My mouth." That simple answer would suffice. After all, Silverpaw knew exactly how cruel Azulpaw could be with his words. Even she had to smack him around for constant insulting or being sarcastic when it wasn't needed.

"Seems like you got serve right. How does your own medicine taste?" She gently began roaming her paw over the lining of his back. Her voice was soft, and she was gentle. Azulpaw relaxed at her touch and words. He could had been this way with Asterpaw, but he knew what would be best. For the both of him.

And yet...did he truly deserve it?

"It tastes like...bitter hope. False dreams. Crushed feelings. Broken hearts." Why was he rambling on about such?

Silverpaw perked her ears, almost wanting to giggle softly. "Sounds like you had caught some feelings." She remarked.

"What? Come on, Silv. You know I never catch feelings." Azulpaw grunted again, and he shifted over so that he was laying on his side. "I can't afford catering to all these she-cats' attention."

Silverpaw playfully swatted him with a paw to the cheek. The tom flinched, but remained where he was. Then, she grew serious. "You mean that one she-cat from earlier? Which one was it?"

Azulpaw shrugged. "It doesn't matter anymore. I lost all my friends-"

"Bluepaw!?" Silverpaw asked, her eyes widening. Even she knew how close the two were. They did everything together. Just how much did she exactly miss?

Azulpaw inhaled deeply, and regretted from the rising pain. "All of them."

Silverpaw gently rubbed his cheek with her paw. He purred at the other apprentice's tender touch. "You'll always have me. I'll never leave you, no matter how much of a jerk or how much of an fox-brained you could be, but you were always there for me anyway, and if you want me to, I'll march right up to that low-life friend of yours and knock some sense into him!" Azulpaw wanted to laugh at her, but he found her care amusing--and comforting. He didn't want her to get involved with the mess that he blamed himself, so he shook his head. "I don't want you to be apart of this situation, Silv. Bluepaw found a she-cat that will take good care of him."

"What happen to those she-cats anyway? I thought at least one was reserved for you." The silver Bengal shrugged, and she curled herself once more around Azulpaw. He didn't know how to best answer her question. He had to use his words carefully, so that she would understand. Then again, why did he have to explain it to her?

Azulpaw only huffed, "Well...the strong always win and the weak are cast out, left alone to die." Perhaps he was a bit dramatic, but he felt in that situation that they had left him to die. All he had to do was wait for the vultures. But instead he was rescued by an Angel.

Asterpaw.

Only he chased her away.

Bluepaw half-listened to Alabasterpaw, and half-wondering why Asterpaw was taking so long. His ears perked at the white feline's words. "I don't have time to wait." He snapped at her, feeling his claws unsheath. "If I knew Azulpaw well...I'd know that he would do anything for Asterpaw." He gave a light shrugged. He didn't want to give her any ideas, because he knew that he would also do anything for the blue cat. She was in his grasp now. Something delicate to hold onto and cherish. He slitted his eyes, "And DON'T even think about it. If you harm a speck of dust on Asterpaw, I'll rip you out myself." He threatened the feline before he saw Asterpaw coming into view. Immediately he changed his expression to innocent-like, but he held a true genuine happiness at seeing her.

"Oh, you don't care that he's hurt?" The to asked, slightly surprised. He gave Alabasterpaw a hidden grin with his eyes. He wondered what she would do next. As Asterpaw leaned him to him, he lightly nuzzled her. "Jerks are stupid, aren't they? I mean they're mean. I wouldn't think it was your forte."

Bluepaw noticed that he had both of the females on his side, and Azulpaw laid no where in sight. He wondered if they were truly done with him--he hoped that Asterpaw hated the other tom's guts. He figured something happened between them and she took off and a hurry, mad.

"So, are we finished with my dear friend...for good?" He asked, eyeing each of the felines. He well knew that Alabasterpaw wasn't done yet, but Asterpaw was a different story. They had got into an argument before...then they made up as if nothing happened between them! Was it going to stay a repeating cycle? He hoped not. He knew Azulpaw could be charming if he wanted to. He could swept the female without even noticing it. Bluepaw couldn't let that happen, and as he allowed his claws to graze the ground below, one thought coursed through his mind: I'm going to kill him if Alabasterpaw doesn't.

lone

March 20th, 2017, 12:56 PM

Azulpaw sighed in relief. He knew his words had some impact on her--and hers had a lot of impact on him, but he was happy. A sad type of happy, but the feeling was there as she turned away. He hoped that he wouldn't see her again, that she would live contentedly with Bluepaw, and if she chose to leave Bluepaw, then she would find happiest with someone else. He was left in the cold. He was left in the dark. He put his head down, over his paws, and stared as she walked away. She didn't once glance back and that's when he knew...she was done. She was done with caring. She was done with helping. And, most definitely she was done with him.

"It's for the better." He quietly said. "At least I wouldn't have to worry about Alabasterpaw anymore. I'm staying away from her sister now, so Asterpaw could be safe." He nodded. Azulpaw felt like he was doing the right thing. Keeping Asterpaw safe was the first concern in his mind. And if he had to stop seeing her for her to be safe, then he would gladly drop all contact with the blue cat.

As he began to flutter his eyes constantly, in the distance he could make out a small silhouette. Soon enough, the figure was running towards him, her ears in alert. Silverpaw's expression held worry and she looked around at his body to notice any bruises. He did look pretty beaten up. "Got into another fight with Bluepaw?" She asked, her voice playful but held a twinge of concern. Azulpaw tried to laugh, but grunted instead. He couldn't speak. That speech he gave Asterpaw--drained every energy in his being away. Silverpaw didn't need him to say anything, instead she just laid by his side, leaning into him to support him, and she delicately began grooming his pelt in a protective way. She was the younger of the two, but she always played the sisterly part as if she were the eldest. "You're all filthy!" She exclaimed as her rough tongue groomed his pelt.

"Ow." He winced at her touch. "Please be gentle."

"It seems as if a stampede ran you over. What happened?"

Azulpaw didn't know how to reply or what to say as to how this situation came to be. He honestly didn't think the small silver Bengal would understand anyway. "My mouth." That simple answer would suffice. After all, Silverpaw knew exactly how cruel Azulpaw could be with his words. Even she had to smack him around for constant insulting or being sarcastic when it wasn't needed.

"Seems like you got serve right. How does your own medicine taste?" She gently began roaming her paw over the lining of his back. Her voice was soft, and she was gentle. Azulpaw relaxed at her touch and words. He could had been this way with Asterpaw, but he knew what would be best. For the both of him.

And yet...did he truly deserve it?

"It tastes like...bitter hope. False dreams. Crushed feelings. Broken hearts." Why was he rambling on about such?

Silverpaw perked her ears, almost wanting to giggle softly. "Sounds like you had caught some feelings." She remarked.

"What? Come on, Silv. You know I never catch feelings." Azulpaw grunted again, and he shifted over so that he was laying on his side. "I can't afford catering to all these she-cats' attention."

Silverpaw playfully swatted him with a paw to the cheek. The tom flinched, but remained where he was. Then, she grew serious. "You mean that one she-cat from earlier? Which one was it?"

Azulpaw shrugged. "It doesn't matter anymore. I lost all my friends-"

"Bluepaw!?" Silverpaw asked, her eyes widening. Even she knew how close the two were. They did everything together. Just how much did she exactly miss?

Azulpaw inhaled deeply, and regretted from the rising pain. "All of them."

Silverpaw gently rubbed his cheek with her paw. He purred at the other apprentice's tender touch. "You'll always have me. I'll never leave you, no matter how much of a jerk or how much of an fox-brained you could be, but you were always there for me anyway, and if you want me to, I'll march right up to that low-life friend of yours and knock some sense into him!" Azulpaw wanted to laugh at her, but he found her care amusing--and comforting. He didn't want her to get involved with the mess that he blamed himself, so he shook his head. "I don't want you to be apart of this situation, Silv. Bluepaw found a she-cat that will take good care of him."

"What happen to those she-cats anyway? I thought at least one was reserved for you." The silver Bengal shrugged, and she curled herself once more around Azulpaw. He didn't know how to best answer her question. He had to use his words carefully, so that she would understand. Then again, why did he have to explain it to her?

Azulpaw only huffed, "Well...the strong always win and the weak are cast out, left alone to die." Perhaps he was a bit dramatic, but he felt in that situation that they had left him to die. All he had to do was wait for the vultures. But instead he was rescued by an Angel.

Asterpaw.

Only he chased her away.

Bluepaw half-listened to Alabasterpaw, and half-wondering why Asterpaw was taking so long. His ears perked at the white feline's words. "I don't have time to wait." He snapped at her, feeling his claws unsheath. "If I knew Azulpaw well...I'd know that he would do anything for Asterpaw." He gave a light shrugged. He didn't want to give her any ideas, because he knew that he would also do anything for the blue cat. She was in his grasp now. Something delicate to hold onto and cherish. He slitted his eyes, "And DON'T even think about it. If you harm a speck of dust on Asterpaw, I'll rip you out myself." He threatened the feline before he saw Asterpaw coming into view. Immediately he changed his expression to innocent-like, but he held a true genuine happiness at seeing her.

"Oh, you don't care that he's hurt?" The to asked, slightly surprised. He gave Alabasterpaw a hidden grin with his eyes. He wondered what she would do next. As Asterpaw leaned him to him, he lightly nuzzled her. "Jerks are stupid, aren't they? I mean they're mean. I wouldn't think it was your forte."

Bluepaw noticed that he had both of the females on his side, and Azulpaw laid no where in sight. He wondered if they were truly done with him--he hoped that Asterpaw hated the other tom's guts. He figured something happened between them and she took off and a hurry, mad.

"So, are we finished with my dear friend...for good?" He asked, eyeing each of the felines. He well knew that Alabasterpaw wasn't done yet, but Asterpaw was a different story. They had got into an argument before...then they made up as if nothing happened between them! Was it going to stay a repeating cycle? He hoped not. He knew Azulpaw could be charming if he wanted to. He could swept the female without even noticing it. Bluepaw couldn't let that happen, and as he allowed his claws to graze the ground below, one thought coursed through his mind: I'm going to kill him if Alabasterpaw doesn't.

The white feline's hues narrowed and she looked at the tom with a murderous gleam in her blue hues. "Oh?" She asked, but she didn't have time to say anything more then that when Asterpaw showed up. From the looks of things, her job hadn't done the trick exactly as she had expected-- but as long as it was going to lead to misery and pain, it would work. She wondered if Bluepaw could sense this was hurting Asterpaw as well. Probably not-- Asterpaw was always pretty good at hiding when she was hurting. But from what she could see, her half-sister had been crying.
　
Crying? Ast never cries. She thought, and yet, for the first time in a long time-- Asterpaw had been crying. Why, she wasn't sure. But it definitely made her angrier then before. If Bluepaw hurts her...she thought. It was funny how her thoughts could change from wanting to hurt her sister to threatening anyone who might hurt her sister. At least no one could read her thoughts. She gave Bluepaw a warning look before slipping away as she always did, disappearing into the shadows. She wasn't going to find Azulpaw, oh no. She was going to watch this. This scene that should be very interesting. It would provide her with the entertainment she desired for the day.
　
"No! I mean...no. I--I do care. But he pushed me away." She mewed in a soft voice. It hurt to so much as think about it. And she had a good idea that her sister had something to do with it. But everyone would suspect Alabasterpaw! A sudden thought came to her...how did Bluepaw know he was hurt? Hadn't Alabasterpaw just said that he was waiting for her? Or had Alabasterpaw told him something she didn't know? "Bluepaw...how did you know he was hurt? Alabasterpaw never mentioned that." She pulled away, her hues gleaming sternly. Although she didn't know whether he had something to do with this or not. And if he did...things were going to quickly go downhill. She wasn't going to allow this. She would never allow this. Surely this didn't have anything to do with her. Certainly no one would be fighting over a cat like her...right? No one cared.
　
Alabasterpaw had pinned her down to the ground. Thankfully Bluepaw didn't know about it-- she wasn't sure what he would do. And Azulpaw? Maybe he wasn't able to do anything. That doesn't mean he doesn't care. The softest whisper spoke in the back of her mind. "Uhh...sure. I guess not." Maybe I like pompous jerks. "I mean, they're interesting and all..." Guess it's time to figure out what I mean by maybe. "But they aren't like you." Is that a good thing or a bad thing? She didn't know. She couldn't know. It was so strange, feeling so helpless when she knew that if she really tried, she might be able to help herself. And she wanted to. She wanted to help everyone. But that wasn't possible. Asterpaw knew that sometimes, there were cats who just didn't want help. Like Azulpaw. She thought. Had she known what his intentions were, perhaps things would have been different. Had she been able to pull herself to believe that her sister was doing something like this, she might have understood.
　
Things would most definitely be different. But she didn't understand. And she didn't know. She couldn't bring herself to believe that Alabasterpaw, as twisted as she might be, would actually do something like this. "I...I don't know. It'll depend on how much he actually cares. If he's ready for me to stop hanging around, then...yeah." She mewed with a shrug. She hadn't wanted to say that. But it was all she could do. She had thought maybe, just maybe, they would be able to be friends. But no. He didn't want it. He had pushed her away at the moment when she had been most willing to help. It's you, Asterpaw. You're the one hurting me. Those words were going to haunt her mind for the rest of her life.
　
Alabasterpaw's ears perked up at her sister's words. Was that some sort of a cue? Did she need to do more then she already had today? She glanced at Bluepaw questioningly, cocking her head to the side as if some secret signal. But Asterpaw didn't notice. She wouldn't notice. She wasn't paying attention, she was just sort of...there. To be honest, Alabasterpaw doubted she would have noticed had she been yowling her head off. She was caught up in her own world with the tom at the moment. "Better look over here. If I have a job to do, I need to get it done." She muttered in a low voice, her tail twitching back and forth as she waited for Bluepaw to look up-- and over-- at her. If he would. When he wasn't too busy staring at her darling sister.

Brilliance

March 20th, 2017, 01:53 PM

The white feline's hues narrowed and she looked at the tom with a murderous gleam in her blue hues. "Oh?" She asked, but she didn't have time to say anything more then that when Asterpaw showed up. From the looks of things, her job hadn't done the trick exactly as she had expected-- but as long as it was going to lead to misery and pain, it would work. She wondered if Bluepaw could sense this was hurting Asterpaw as well. Probably not-- Asterpaw was always pretty good at hiding when she was hurting. But from what she could see, her half-sister had been crying.
　
Crying? Ast never cries. She thought, and yet, for the first time in a long time-- Asterpaw had been crying. Why, she wasn't sure. But it definitely made her angrier then before. If Bluepaw hurts her...she thought. It was funny how her thoughts could change from wanting to hurt her sister to threatening anyone who might hurt her sister. At least no one could read her thoughts. She gave Bluepaw a warning look before slipping away as she always did, disappearing into the shadows. She wasn't going to find Azulpaw, oh no. She was going to watch this. This scene that should be very interesting. It would provide her with the entertainment she desired for the day.
　
"No! I mean...no. I--I do care. But he pushed me away." She mewed in a soft voice. It hurt to so much as think about it. And she had a good idea that her sister had something to do with it. But everyone would suspect Alabasterpaw! A sudden thought came to her...how did Bluepaw know he was hurt? Hadn't Alabasterpaw just said that he was waiting for her? Or had Alabasterpaw told him something she didn't know? "Bluepaw...how did you know he was hurt? Alabasterpaw never mentioned that." She pulled away, her hues gleaming sternly. Although she didn't know whether he had something to do with this or not. And if he did...things were going to quickly go downhill. She wasn't going to allow this. She would never allow this. Surely this didn't have anything to do with her. Certainly no one would be fighting over a cat like her...right? No one cared.
　
Alabasterpaw had pinned her down to the ground. Thankfully Bluepaw didn't know about it-- she wasn't sure what he would do. And Azulpaw? Maybe he wasn't able to do anything. That doesn't mean he doesn't care. The softest whisper spoke in the back of her mind. "Uhh...sure. I guess not." Maybe I like pompous jerks. "I mean, they're interesting and all..." Guess it's time to figure out what I mean by maybe. "But they aren't like you." Is that a good thing or a bad thing? She didn't know. She couldn't know. It was so strange, feeling so helpless when she knew that if she really tried, she might be able to help herself. And she wanted to. She wanted to help everyone. But that wasn't possible. Asterpaw knew that sometimes, there were cats who just didn't want help. Like Azulpaw. She thought. Had she known what his intentions were, perhaps things would have been different. Had she been able to pull herself to believe that her sister was doing something like this, she might have understood.
　
Things would most definitely be different. But she didn't understand. And she didn't know. She couldn't bring herself to believe that Alabasterpaw, as twisted as she might be, would actually do something like this. "I...I don't know. It'll depend on how much he actually cares. If he's ready for me to stop hanging around, then...yeah." She mewed with a shrug. She hadn't wanted to say that. But it was all she could do. She had thought maybe, just maybe, they would be able to be friends. But no. He didn't want it. He had pushed her away at the moment when she had been most willing to help. It's you, Asterpaw. You're the one hurting me. Those words were going to haunt her mind for the rest of her life.
　
Alabasterpaw's ears perked up at her sister's words. Was that some sort of a cue? Did she need to do more then she already had today? She glanced at Bluepaw questioningly, cocking her head to the side as if some secret signal. But Asterpaw didn't notice. She wouldn't notice. She wasn't paying attention, she was just sort of...there. To be honest, Alabasterpaw doubted she would have noticed had she been yowling her head off. She was caught up in her own world with the tom at the moment. "Better look over here. If I have a job to do, I need to get it done." She muttered in a low voice, her tail twitching back and forth as she waited for Bluepaw to look up-- and over-- at her. If he would. When he wasn't too busy staring at her darling sister.

Bluepaw’s eyes had widened at the mistake he made. He had hoped that it went over Asterpaw’s head, but she was right on it. Clearing his throat, he turned his head, twitching his ears. He wished that Alabasterpaw was still around to help the awkward moment. He had ignored her question, and decided to act like he didn’t hear her. She couldn’t be mad at him if he didn’t hear her, right? At her next words, he turned to her again, a gentle smile on his maw, and his eyes held softness. ‘’A she-cat as yourself don’t deserve a jerk. You deserve so much more and beyond.’’ He said genuinely, and was pretty proud that he allowed himself to say something cheeky, but he was sincere, and he hoped that it impressed Asterpaw. ‘’I’m glad you don’t think I’m a jerk. The difference between Azulpaw and I is that no one likes him because of his attitude. Whereas, I’m sweet and generous. Kindness rules overall,’’ And leaning into her, he added, ‘’But love is the most powerful weapon of them all.’’ He purred lightly.

Azulpaw was quiet, but he was content where he was. The only thing he couldn’t stand was the constant questions that Silverpaw threw at him. As much as he adored the little she-cat, he was annoyed; aggravated; frustrated. And, it was all still from earlier.

‘’Did you fall down a tree or something?’’ Silverpaw asked. She knew Azulpaw wasn’t that stupid. He loved climbing trees- and he was good at it. The thought was conflicting.

‘’No.’’

‘’Did you constantly trip over you own paws?’’

‘’Did you just deem me as clumsy?’’ Azulpaw raised his head to look at her. ‘’Real smooth, Silv.’’

‘’I’m just looking out for you,’’ Silverpaw giggled, before she lightly ran her tail alongside his back in a gentle movement. The last question she wanted to ask, she didn’t want to even believe the answer he would give her. It wasn't plausible. She knew how much of a nuisance Azulpaw could be--but a cat had to be seriously demented in order to want to hurt the grey tom. But, she questioned him anyway. ‘’Did someone do this to you?’’

Azulpaw was quiet for a moment, and he looked down at his paws, laying his head down once more. He didn’t answer her questions, but he hoped that if he could play like he was sleeping, she wouldn’t bother him any longer. ‘’I’m tired.’’ He pretended to yawn, but his yawn came out real than he expected. ‘’I need some sleep.’’ Perhaps, he really did need some sleep.

‘’But, Zul!’’ She whined, flattening her ears to her head. The silver bengal rolled her eyes, and she uncoiled herself from the tom, and stalked off. She didn’t want to leave him, but she knew that one cat had to done this to him...Bluepaw.

It was the only cat that she figured would hurt the tom. Though she never pegged Bluepaw as the type to torture any cat. As she picked up his scent, she rushed as fast as she could, jumping from a bush and tackling the tom to the ground. Her eyes flashed towards Asterpaw, not knowing who she was, but remembered seeing her from earlier.

‘’You!’’ She seethed.

‘’What is the matter with you?’’ Bluepaw exclaimed, and growled. He absolutely hated being pinned down. Especially by some weak link female.

‘’Why is Zul out here on his own? Why is he hurt badly?’’ She badgered him with questions. ‘’What did you do to him!’’

Bluepaw rolled his eyes. Another thing he was tired of was the fact that everything was about Azulpaw. Everything. Nothing was ever about him, and now that it was...Azulpaw always seemed to take the from him. Without thinking, the tom used his hind legs to kick Silverpaw off him. The she-cat yelped and plunged into a tree, her side hitting it in a rough way. She moaned from the pain, and looked at Bluepaw from the corner of her eyes. Who was this cat?

‘’Next time you approach me and decide to tackle me, I’ll end you.’’ He snarled as he padded back to Asterpaw, his expression quickly changed to one of the generous tom he had been moments ago. Silverpaw stumbled to her paws, almost falling to her side. She staggered a bit, but she stood, and after gaining back her balance, she marched back up to Bluepaw, more determined than ever.

‘’Zul is hurt. He’s refusing to see Ebonypaw, and all he wants to do is rot there and die!’’ She exclaimed, hoping that the tom would pay her any heed. All for show, Bluepaw listened intently. He didn’t want to set a bad impression on his new love--Asterpaw.

‘’We tried to help him,’’ Bluepaw shrugged. ‘’But, he upset my new love. And once you upset my love, then you upset me.’’ He replied a firmness in his voice. Silverpaw flattened her ears. She was ready to cry. Why did it seem like no one cared for the grey tom anymore? And, the tom...who was like his brother?

‘’Zul has a mouth on him, yeah sure.’’ Silverpaw said, ‘’but he’s a real sweetheart. A sarcastic, jerky one, but he’s the realest friend if you ever get to know him. And, you should know that Bluepaw. The two of you ARE best friends.’’ Her eyes narrowed, hoping that the black and white tom would get some understanding,

‘’He apparently didn’t want our help. Now go on before the vultures get to him.’’ He waved her off with a paw. He was tired of her presence, but he did note how it felt good to hear her yelp when he knocked her against that tree.

Silverpaw wasn’t budging. Why wasn’t he concerned? Why wasn’t he going after him the minute she came running to tell him. This indication gave her the thought that he somehow caused the pain. She didn’t know how, and she didn’t have enough proof, but that uncaring tone had to be proof enough...right? ‘’You have to be consistent with him, Bluepaw. You know this. -’’

‘’Why don’t you be consistent with him, then?’’

‘’I thought you would like to talk to your so-called best friend, who is hurt and rotting to death on the ground.’’ Silverpaw mused, annoyed. Her whiskers twitched, and she decided that she wasn’t getting anywhere with the tom. ‘’You know what, Bluepaw? Nevermind. Apparently you’ve lost your way, and you’ll reap what you sow. Zul will be fine, I’ll make sure of it, but I always knew that there was some lingering jealousy in there. You’re just mad because Zul is extremely better than you!’’

‘’Oh?’’ The tom held an amused glare at her. ‘’If you’re so infatuated with him, don’t keep him waiting!’’

Silverpaw snorted, and she glanced at Asterpaw. She couldn’t believe that the she-cat associated herself with the likes of Bluepaw. ‘’I don’t know what herbs you’ve been eating on to make you want to be next to him.’’ She said, clearly disgusted. ‘’But always keep your eyes opened.-’’

‘’Get out of here before I throw you against a tree again!’’ Bluepaw stood rigid, his fur bristling.

Silverpaw’s expression curled into an amused look, and she turned with her head held high as she trotted back to Azulpaw. ‘’You’re right. If I leave him for too long, he might be mistaken for as dead...but that doesn’t bother you anyhow! You probably wish he was, you piece of fox-dung!’’ The silver bengal called back, and she picked up her hind legs, despite the pain laying in her side, and she hoped that Azulpaw was still in the spot she left him in.

lone

March 20th, 2017, 03:14 PM

Bluepaw’s eyes had widened at the mistake he made. He had hoped that it went over Asterpaw’s head, but she was right on it. Clearing his throat, he turned his head, twitching his ears. He wished that Alabasterpaw was still around to help the awkward moment. He had ignored her question, and decided to act like he didn’t hear her. She couldn’t be mad at him if he didn’t hear her, right? At her next words, he turned to her again, a gentle smile on his maw, and his eyes held softness. ‘’A she-cat as yourself don’t deserve a jerk. You deserve so much more and beyond.’’ He said genuinely, and was pretty proud that he allowed himself to say something cheeky, but he was sincere, and he hoped that it impressed Asterpaw. ‘’I’m glad you don’t think I’m a jerk. The difference between Azulpaw and I is that no one likes him because of his attitude. Whereas, I’m sweet and generous. Kindness rules overall,’’ And leaning into her, he added, ‘’But love is the most powerful weapon of them all.’’ He purred lightly.

Azulpaw was quiet, but he was content where he was. The only thing he couldn’t stand was the constant questions that Silverpaw threw at him. As much as he adored the little she-cat, he was annoyed; aggravated; frustrated. And, it was all still from earlier.

‘’Did you fall down a tree or something?’’ Silverpaw asked. She knew Azulpaw wasn’t that stupid. He loved climbing trees- and he was good at it. The thought was conflicting.

‘’No.’’

‘’Did you constantly trip over you own paws?’’

‘’Did you just deem me as clumsy?’’ Azulpaw raised his head to look at her. ‘’Real smooth, Silv.’’

‘’I’m just looking out for you,’’ Silverpaw giggled, before she lightly ran her tail alongside his back in a gentle movement. The last question she wanted to ask, she didn’t want to even believe the answer he would give her. It wasn't plausible. She knew how much of a nuisance Azulpaw could be--but a cat had to be seriously demented in order to want to hurt the grey tom. But, she questioned him anyway. ‘’Did someone do this to you?’’

Azulpaw was quiet for a moment, and he looked down at his paws, laying his head down once more. He didn’t answer her questions, but he hoped that if he could play like he was sleeping, she wouldn’t bother him any longer. ‘’I’m tired.’’ He pretended to yawn, but his yawn came out real than he expected. ‘’I need some sleep.’’ Perhaps, he really did need some sleep.

‘’But, Zul!’’ She whined, flattening her ears to her head. The silver bengal rolled her eyes, and she uncoiled herself from the tom, and stalked off. She didn’t want to leave him, but she knew that one cat had to done this to him...Bluepaw.

It was the only cat that she figured would hurt the tom. Though she never pegged Bluepaw as the type to torture any cat. As she picked up his scent, she rushed as fast as she could, jumping from a bush and tackling the tom to the ground. Her eyes flashed towards Asterpaw, not knowing who she was, but remembered seeing her from earlier.

‘’You!’’ She seethed.

‘’What is the matter with you?’’ Bluepaw exclaimed, and growled. He absolutely hated being pinned down. Especially by some weak link female.

‘’Why is Zul out here on his own? Why is he hurt badly?’’ She badgered him with questions. ‘’What did you do to him!’’

Bluepaw rolled his eyes. Another thing he was tired of was the fact that everything was about Azulpaw. Everything. Nothing was ever about him, and now that it was...Azulpaw always seemed to take the from him. Without thinking, the tom used his hind legs to kick Silverpaw off him. The she-cat yelped and plunged into a tree, her side hitting it in a rough way. She moaned from the pain, and looked at Bluepaw from the corner of her eyes. Who was this cat?

‘’Next time you approach me and decide to tackle me, I’ll end you.’’ He snarled as he padded back to Asterpaw, his expression quickly changed to one of the generous tom he had been moments ago. Silverpaw stumbled to her paws, almost falling to her side. She staggered a bit, but she stood, and after gaining back her balance, she marched back up to Bluepaw, more determined than ever.

‘’Zul is hurt. He’s refusing to see Ebonypaw, and all he wants to do is rot there and die!’’ She exclaimed, hoping that the tom would pay her any heed. All for show, Bluepaw listened intently. He didn’t want to set a bad impression on his new love--Asterpaw.

‘’We tried to help him,’’ Bluepaw shrugged. ‘’But, he upset my new love. And once you upset my love, then you upset me.’’ He replied a firmness in his voice. Silverpaw flattened her ears. She was ready to cry. Why did it seem like no one cared for the grey tom anymore? And, the tom...who was like his brother?

‘’Zul has a mouth on him, yeah sure.’’ Silverpaw said, ‘’but he’s a real sweetheart. A sarcastic, jerky one, but he’s the realest friend if you ever get to know him. And, you should know that Bluepaw. The two of you ARE best friends.’’ Her eyes narrowed, hoping that the black and white tom would get some understanding,

‘’He apparently didn’t want our help. Now go on before the vultures get to him.’’ He waved her off with a paw. He was tired of her presence, but he did note how it felt good to hear her yelp when he knocked her against that tree.

Silverpaw wasn’t budging. Why wasn’t he concerned? Why wasn’t he going after him the minute she came running to tell him. This indication gave her the thought that he somehow caused the pain. She didn’t know how, and she didn’t have enough proof, but that uncaring tone had to be proof enough...right? ‘’You have to be consistent with him, Bluepaw. You know this. -’’

‘’Why don’t you be consistent with him, then?’’

‘’I thought you would like to talk to your so-called best friend, who is hurt and rotting to death on the ground.’’ Silverpaw mused, annoyed. Her whiskers twitched, and she decided that she wasn’t getting anywhere with the tom. ‘’You know what, Bluepaw? Nevermind. Apparently you’ve lost your way, and you’ll reap what you sow. Zul will be fine, I’ll make sure of it, but I always knew that there was some lingering jealousy in there. You’re just mad because Zul is extremely better than you!’’

‘’Oh?’’ The tom held an amused glare at her. ‘’If you’re so infatuated with him, don’t keep him waiting!’’

Silverpaw snorted, and she glanced at Asterpaw. She couldn’t believe that the she-cat associated herself with the likes of Bluepaw. ‘’I don’t know what herbs you’ve been eating on to make you want to be next to him.’’ She said, clearly disgusted. ‘’But always keep your eyes opened.-’’

‘’Get out of here before I throw you against a tree again!’’ Bluepaw stood rigid, his fur bristling.

Silverpaw’s expression curled into an amused look, and she turned with her head held high as she trotted back to Azulpaw. ‘’You’re right. If I leave him for too long, he might be mistaken for as dead...but that doesn’t bother you anyhow! You probably wish he was, you piece of fox-dung!’’ The silver bengal called back, and she picked up her hind legs, despite the pain laying in her side, and she hoped that Azulpaw was still in the spot she left him in.

"If you say so." Asterpaw sounded unconvinced, and her hues were flitting around uncomfortably, watching her sister's expression. And there was something bothering her-- why wasn't Bluepaw answering her question from earlier? Had he simply not heard her? "Bluepaw?" She asked, nuzzling him to get his attention-- and gagging lightly, that sort of physical contact was not appreciated with her, but she knew it would at least get him listening to her. She gently put one of her paws on top of his, as though in a gentle manner, but she was keeping him there so he wouldn't pull away from her. "How did you know Azulpaw was hurt?" She asked again, her hues flashing with anger. She couldn't believe that the kind, gentle tom had something to do with this...and then again, remembering him pinning the tom to the ground back with Alabasterpaw. It seemed like she was getting a bigger part of the picture. Love is the most powerful weapon of all. His words replayed back in her head. Did she believe that?
　
Well, no-- she didn't. Love wasn't even a weapon. It was a feeling that ripped cats apart. It was something that she had seen break a tom who had once been happy. It was something that made you feel as though you were dying...and sometimes, you would die to protect them. Would she die to protect anyone? Alabasterpaw? Maybe... she loved her sister, that was for sure. "You're wrong, you know. Love's not the most powerful weapon. It rips you apart from the inside, because when you love someone-- you're scared. And unsure. Even if they don't feel the same way, you can't change your feelings. You change for them. You do what they want. You protect them. And for what? For nothing, in the end." She snapped. It sounded as though she had had a past in that area-- and maybe she had. Maybe she had loved a heartbroken tom before, but it hadn't worked...it just hadn't. And everyone knew it hadn't. Well-- her everyone, anyways, which back then had been Alabasterpaw.
　
"But you're also right. Love drives you to endure anything. You would do anything to protect the one you love. You would die for them if you had to." Her hues flashed again and she sighed. Bluepaw? She thought, going back to who she would die for. Maybe-- she still wasn't sure. There were those conflicting feelings that he was hiding something from her, that he was no good, and that she was just being paranoid. Azulpaw? She couldn't answer that question. She didn't know how. Or are you just hiding from the answer? Her thoughts asked her, swirling around in her head. Get out of my head. She thought back at them, although she knew that wasn't going to do anything. Besides, what possible harm could that one thought do? All of a sudden, a flash of silver caught her eye and in the next second, Bluepaw was pinned against the ground by a furious-looking female. Probably Azulpaw's girlfriend. That jerk. She thought, angry that he had allowed her to stay with him like that.
　
He was no better then Alabasterpaw if he would do something like that. And come to think of it, there were a lot of cats no better then her beloved sister. Asterpaw watched with growing horror as he knocked the she cat against a tree. For what? For pinning him down? For being better? What was he doing? Her hues narrowed and she watched as he came back. "What do you think you're doing? You can't just attack someone because they pin you." She snapped, anger obvious in her hues. She was so angry with him she felt as though she could have pinned him-- had she not felt like getting attacked by the more muscular young tom. And then, she heard Bluepaw's words. They stung her-- badly. Asterpaw couldn't believe this. "I never saw you come to try to help. And I can take care of myself-- I don't want your protection ever time some cat 'hurts my feelings' or whatever. I'm not the only cat who cares about you, Bluepaw! Open your eyes! Your friend is hurt, and he would go to you if it were you. So why aren't you doing the same for him? Are you guilty or something?" She demanded, eyes flashing.
　
She watched the two arguing for a while. Several things they said bothered her-- but she ignored it. Until Silverpaw mentioned her keeping her eyes opened. You're too blind to notice it! She remembered snapping at Azulpaw earlier. Was that really just that day? It seemed like it had been ages ago. And she didn't know what to do. Maybe I'm the one who's blind. She thought with a sigh. She watched the silver feline go, sighing before turning her attention back to Bluepaw. "Looks like I was wrong again. What a surprise, huh? You're both jerks." She snapped, before turning and padding away. She couldn't stand this. She couldn't do what she meant to, because it was too much. She would have to. She would apologize later-- to both of them. No...Azulpaw told me to go away. And I get the feeling he hates me. I don't need to see him again. She thought with another sigh. She sat under some trees, curling her tail around herself. Now she could be truly happy. All alone-- with nothing in sight. Perfect.
　
Alabasterpaw snorted with laughter, slinking out of the darkness. "You blew it. Don't even try and blame me-- it's your fault for attacking that apprentice." She mewed, adding the second part quickly before he could lash out at her. She glared at the tom-- in her mind, it was all his fault. What did he have to go and deal with her sister for? What did he even see in her? There's nothing to see in her. She just told him exactly what she thought of him. Alabasterpaw thought, looking as though she were getting ready to laugh again. In her mind, that was hilarious. "So what now?" She asked, unsheathing her claws and flexing them. It was clear they needed a new plan-- now that that little silver apprentice had ruined everything. What did she have to show up now for, anyways? And what relation was she to Azulpaw that she cared so much about him?

Brilliance

March 20th, 2017, 04:43 PM

"If you say so." Asterpaw sounded unconvinced, and her hues were flitting around uncomfortably, watching her sister's expression. And there was something bothering her-- why wasn't Bluepaw answering her question from earlier? Had he simply not heard her? "Bluepaw?" She asked, nuzzling him to get his attention-- and gagging lightly, that sort of physical contact was not appreciated with her, but she knew it would at least get him listening to her. She gently put one of her paws on top of his, as though in a gentle manner, but she was keeping him there so he wouldn't pull away from her. "How did you know Azulpaw was hurt?" She asked again, her hues flashing with anger. She couldn't believe that the kind, gentle tom had something to do with this...and then again, remembering him pinning the tom to the ground back with Alabasterpaw. It seemed like she was getting a bigger part of the picture. Love is the most powerful weapon of all. His words replayed back in her head. Did she believe that?
　
Well, no-- she didn't. Love wasn't even a weapon. It was a feeling that ripped cats apart. It was something that she had seen break a tom who had once been happy. It was something that made you feel as though you were dying...and sometimes, you would die to protect them. Would she die to protect anyone? Alabasterpaw? Maybe... she loved her sister, that was for sure. "You're wrong, you know. Love's not the most powerful weapon. It rips you apart from the inside, because when you love someone-- you're scared. And unsure. Even if they don't feel the same way, you can't change your feelings. You change for them. You do what they want. You protect them. And for what? For nothing, in the end." She snapped. It sounded as though she had had a past in that area-- and maybe she had. Maybe she had loved a heartbroken tom before, but it hadn't worked...it just hadn't. And everyone knew it hadn't. Well-- her everyone, anyways, which back then had been Alabasterpaw.
　
"But you're also right. Love drives you to endure anything. You would do anything to protect the one you love. You would die for them if you had to." Her hues flashed again and she sighed. Bluepaw? She thought, going back to who she would die for. Maybe-- she still wasn't sure. There were those conflicting feelings that he was hiding something from her, that he was no good, and that she was just being paranoid. Azulpaw? She couldn't answer that question. She didn't know how. Or are you just hiding from the answer? Her thoughts asked her, swirling around in her head. Get out of my head. She thought back at them, although she knew that wasn't going to do anything. Besides, what possible harm could that one thought do? All of a sudden, a flash of silver caught her eye and in the next second, Bluepaw was pinned against the ground by a furious-looking female. Probably Azulpaw's girlfriend. That jerk. She thought, angry that he had allowed her to stay with him like that.
　
He was no better then Alabasterpaw if he would do something like that. And come to think of it, there were a lot of cats no better then her beloved sister. Asterpaw watched with growing horror as he knocked the she cat against a tree. For what? For pinning him down? For being better? What was he doing? Her hues narrowed and she watched as he came back. "What do you think you're doing? You can't just attack someone because they pin you." She snapped, anger obvious in her hues. She was so angry with him she felt as though she could have pinned him-- had she not felt like getting attacked by the more muscular young tom. And then, she heard Bluepaw's words. They stung her-- badly. Asterpaw couldn't believe this. "I never saw you come to try to help. And I can take care of myself-- I don't want your protection ever time some cat 'hurts my feelings' or whatever. I'm not the only cat who cares about you, Bluepaw! Open your eyes! Your friend is hurt, and he would go to you if it were you. So why aren't you doing the same for him? Are you guilty or something?" She demanded, eyes flashing.
　
She watched the two arguing for a while. Several things they said bothered her-- but she ignored it. Until Silverpaw mentioned her keeping her eyes opened. You're too blind to notice it! She remembered snapping at Azulpaw earlier. Was that really just that day? It seemed like it had been ages ago. And she didn't know what to do. Maybe I'm the one who's blind. She thought with a sigh. She watched the silver feline go, sighing before turning her attention back to Bluepaw. "Looks like I was wrong again. What a surprise, huh? You're both jerks." She snapped, before turning and padding away. She couldn't stand this. She couldn't do what she meant to, because it was too much. She would have to. She would apologize later-- to both of them. No...Azulpaw told me to go away. And I get the feeling he hates me. I don't need to see him again. She thought with another sigh. She sat under some trees, curling her tail around herself. Now she could be truly happy. All alone-- with nothing in sight. Perfect.
　
Alabasterpaw snorted with laughter, slinking out of the darkness. "You blew it. Don't even try and blame me-- it's your fault for attacking that apprentice." She mewed, adding the second part quickly before he could lash out at her. She glared at the tom-- in her mind, it was all his fault. What did he have to go and deal with her sister for? What did he even see in her? There's nothing to see in her. She just told him exactly what she thought of him. Alabasterpaw thought, looking as though she were getting ready to laugh again. In her mind, that was hilarious. "So what now?" She asked, unsheathing her claws and flexing them. It was clear they needed a new plan-- now that that little silver apprentice had ruined everything. What did she have to show up now for, anyways? And what relation was she to Azulpaw that she cared so much about him?

Silverpaw heart beated regularly as she saw Azulpaw’s head up, and he was grooming his pelt further. She was glad that he was in the same condition that she left him in, and trotted up to him casually. Azulpaw turned his head, pricking his ears. ‘’Oh...it’s you.’’

‘’What? You’re not glad to see me?’’ The apprentice giggled. Azulpaw only mustered a smile. He truly did hope that it was Asterpaw, give him time to apologize for the hurt words he said, but it wasn’t going to happen. He was far into deep for her to accept his apology.

‘’Where did you run off to?’’

The silver apprentice flicked her tail. ‘’Nowhere particular...I ran into Bluepaw.’’ she answered, simply, adding a small lie. Azulpaw didn’t want her to go in the first place, and he roughly turned his head towards her, the pain in his side ached.

‘’I told you not to!’’

‘’And, you know I don’t listen well.’’ She replied, shrugging. ‘’If you wouldn’t tell me what’s going on...I had to find another way.’’

‘’I can’t tell you what’s going on.’’

‘’Why not!’’ She demanded, more than a question. She bared her teeth at him. She was tired of being left in the dark and all she did was try to help the grey tom. He was being uncooperative, and she exactly knew how the other’s felt when they also tried to help him. Then her ears remembered what the blue cat said...Bluepaw didn’t try to help him. Was it only her?

‘’BECAUSE I CAN’T.’’ Azulpaw hollered, his voice going hoarse. He quickly quieted down and began cleaning his fur again. Silverpaw’s fur bristled and she stood on end. She stomped right up to him, and nipped him hard on the ear. ‘’Ow!’’ He yelled.

‘’Get up!’’ She shouted, her voice stern. She never thought that she needed a firmness in her voice. She truly didn’t think it would have a standpoint, but she was glad it did. Azulpaw needed some sense yelled into him. If he weren’t in bad pain, she would had knocked it into him.

‘’Why?’’ He muttered, quietly. ‘’As you can see...I’m in pain.’’

‘’Yeah? So am I.’’ Silverpaw replied. ‘’Get up!’’ When the grey tom refused to make movement, Silverpaw bit him on the ear once more, and this time latched on with her fangs to drag him if needed. He yowled once more, and got up as told--staring daggers at her.

‘’I’m sorry, master.’’ His voice was low and deep, and hurting. Yet, a snicker escaped from his maw as he remembered when Asterpaw called him that. Back when they were joking and being friends. Couldn’t they just go back to that? Or better yet, skip the in-between and be with each other again? As far as he knew, he would most likely be dead before he could ever skip the in-between if he wanted his quality time with his on-and-off friend.

He stood tense, nervous as his eyes scanned the area in case Alabasterpaw decided to do a surprise attack on him. He shivered, a chill running down his spine. ‘’Where are we going?’’ He mewed softly to Silverpaw. Even his voice lost all in encouragement, and he wished that the silver bengal left him alone to be food to the vultures!

‘’We’re just walking. You need it.’’ Silverpaw answered simply, as she began trotting away. ‘’Since you do not want to see Ebonypaw, and you’re refusing your friend’s help, then there is absolutely nothing wrong with you.’’ A glint was in her eyes as she looked back at him to see if he would challenge her, but Azulpaw was all fight out, so he didn’t make an argument like he usually would.

At the acknowledgement of his silence, Silverpaw continued on. As they walked, Azulpaw kept his head down, limping,and putting pressure on his side. His gait became heavy and strong, and at any point he was ready to fall down and relax again. In the distance, Silverpaw made out a shadow. Her ears perked thinking it was trouble--but it was only another cat.

The she-cat from earlier. She didn’t remember the name of the she-cat, and when Azulpaw bumped into her, not knowing that she was in front of him, she asked him. ‘’She was with Bluepaw earlier. Who is she?’’ She also wondered why she left Bluepaw’s side. If that was any of her business.

Azulpaw gave a light shrug. His eyes glazed over Asterpaw. She looked more broken than he did from where he was standing. And, he was aware that each of them--Bluepaw, Alabasterpaw, and he played apart in her pain. He refused to address this, however. ‘’That’s Asterpaw.’’

‘’Who is she?’’

‘’Just...another she-cat.’’ the tom shrugged once more. He let out a longing sigh because even he knew that she became more than that, but he didn’t want to focus on that. Their relationship was already complicated enough. Did they even have a relationship? The tom did not know the answer to the unspoken question. She seemed to be much more content out of his life and in the presence of her own. Though, he was surprised to not see Bluepaw smothering her at the moment. And Alabasterpaw? Where was that demonic she-cat?

‘’She seems more than that.’’ Silverpaw purred lightly, voicing his thoughts.

Azulpaw eyes widened, before he figured something out to say. ‘’Uh, yeah! She’s Bluepaw’s girlfriend.’’

‘’Judging that she left right after I did. I bet she’s not anymore.’’ Silverpaw giggled, before she started trotting towards the blue cat. In horror, Azulpaw realized what she was doing and halted her. She gave him a quizzical look.

‘’Can we not go over there?’’ He nodded his head towards Asterpaw.

‘’Why not? I wanna talk to her.’’

‘’She...hates me.’’ He lightly said.

‘’Hates you? What she-cat could ever hate you?’’ Silverpaw said, purring affectionately, and playfully. Azulpaw rolled his eyes, but he stood rooted to his spot. ‘’I’m not going over there.’’

‘’Stop being such a scaredy cat. Besides, you probably said something to upset her anyway.’’ Though that were true, he didn’t need to flinch every time it was mentioned or he thought about it. Azulpaw stared at the blue cat, feeling a rejected feeling that she hadn’t even voiced. She didn’t pay him another glance when she walked away finally. He didn’t want to walk up to her, having to look at her, and realizing that he would break down just by staring into her green orbs.

‘’You got me this far...but I’m staying here. I can watch from the distance.’’ He told Silverpaw and sat down on his haunches. Silverpaw gave him an exasperated sigh before rolling her eyes and trotting towards the blue cat. Azulpaw sat at a fair enough distance where he’ll be able to see both of them.

‘’Hi!’’ Silverpaw approached the she-cat cautiously, hoping that she didn’t startle her. After the event that happened, her bubbly voice was always there. ‘’...Asterpaw, is it?’’ She sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws, as she made herself comfortable. ‘’I’m sorry, am I bothering you? I’m Silverpaw, and I’m Azulpaw’s friend.’’ She gave a light smile and turned her head back to where Azulpaw sat. He was looking away from the two. ‘’He didn’t want to come over because he thinks you hate him! Funny, right?’’ She giggled. ‘’I wouldn’t be surprised if you disliked him, but hate is a pretty strong feeling and word...it shouldn’t be used lightly.’’ Silverpaw let out a gentle sigh, turning her head back to glance once more at Azulpaw, before looking at the other blue apprentice.

‘’He seems really hurt though. He won’t even look at you. Whatever happened between the two of you...can’t you let it go?’’ She asked, her voice softened and her ears flattened.

Bluepaw was shocked.

He was hurt.

He was confused as to why the blue cat left him--just that quick. And, after everything I’ve done for her...he thought, selfishly.

When Alabasterpaw slinked out the shadows, he rolled his eyes, but he gave her his undivided attention, watching her every move. He stared at her with interest, but blinked his eyes to rid the thoughts. ‘’Not your fault? Everything is your fault, Alabasterpaw.’’ His voice was low, and he emitted out a purr, brushing up to her. He was not the least bit happy that Asterpaw had left him...for now. She wouldn’t be gone for long. He knew that for sure, but at the moment, he needed to warm up with her cherished sister. ‘’You’re a bad kitty, Alabasterpaw. You know that? You’re also somewhat smart, so how can you not come up with a plan just as quickly?’’ He wasn’t mad at her--just a bit frustrated, really. His mind wandered to Asterpaw, and then to Azulpaw. Why did she still seem to care so much for the arrogant tom? The one she called a jerk?

Then, she had the nerve to call him a jerk? He didn’t hurt her intentionally, as Azulpaw had done. He would had never hurt or. Nor, allowed anyone else to do so. ‘’But since you’re out of ideas--and apparently I have to think of everything. I’d say we act like we care for the runt. Get him to trust us again, and BAM! I’ll have Asterpaw. I mean, I could apologize and show in my actions that I do care and that I love her, and she will be all over me!’’ He exclaimed, wanting to laugh evilly. ‘’It sounds like a treasured idea.’’ He told the white feline as he brushed alongside her, nuzzling the side of her cheek.

‘’Since, I don’t currently have Asterpaw, I could pay most of my attention to you.’’ But he would always be alert. It was a terrible thing. Truly. That he switched constantly between the two sisters as if they were puppets on strings. If one didn’t want him, then he was after the other. A repeating pattern, but he knew at the end of the day. By time they were deemed warriors--one of them would be his.

Azulpaw watched with a slight droop of his ears as he wanted to hear what the two she-cats were discussing. Was they talking about him? Was Asterpaw thinking about him? It gave him a bit of hope and what was left of his heart--the pieces fluttered. As they weren’t looking at him, he slyly gazed at Asterpaw, his eyes roaming her body, and when they turned to look at him, he quickly adverted his gaze, finding the ground a new center of attention.

AbsurdJinx

March 20th, 2017, 05:56 PM

lone

March 20th, 2017, 06:16 PM

Silverpaw heart beated regularly as she saw Azulpaw’s head up, and he was grooming his pelt further. She was glad that he was in the same condition that she left him in, and trotted up to him casually. Azulpaw turned his head, pricking his ears. ‘’Oh...it’s you.’’

‘’What? You’re not glad to see me?’’ The apprentice giggled. Azulpaw only mustered a smile. He truly did hope that it was Asterpaw, give him time to apologize for the hurt words he said, but it wasn’t going to happen. He was far into deep for her to accept his apology.

‘’Where did you run off to?’’

The silver apprentice flicked her tail. ‘’Nowhere particular...I ran into Bluepaw.’’ she answered, simply, adding a small lie. Azulpaw didn’t want her to go in the first place, and he roughly turned his head towards her, the pain in his side ached.

‘’I told you not to!’’

‘’And, you know I don’t listen well.’’ She replied, shrugging. ‘’If you wouldn’t tell me what’s going on...I had to find another way.’’

‘’I can’t tell you what’s going on.’’

‘’Why not!’’ She demanded, more than a question. She bared her teeth at him. She was tired of being left in the dark and all she did was try to help the grey tom. He was being uncooperative, and she exactly knew how the other’s felt when they also tried to help him. Then her ears remembered what the blue cat said...Bluepaw didn’t try to help him. Was it only her?

‘’BECAUSE I CAN’T.’’ Azulpaw hollered, his voice going hoarse. He quickly quieted down and began cleaning his fur again. Silverpaw’s fur bristled and she stood on end. She stomped right up to him, and nipped him hard on the ear. ‘’Ow!’’ He yelled.

‘’Get up!’’ She shouted, her voice stern. She never thought that she needed a firmness in her voice. She truly didn’t think it would have a standpoint, but she was glad it did. Azulpaw needed some sense yelled into him. If he weren’t in bad pain, she would had knocked it into him.

‘’Why?’’ He muttered, quietly. ‘’As you can see...I’m in pain.’’

‘’Yeah? So am I.’’ Silverpaw replied. ‘’Get up!’’ When the grey tom refused to make movement, Silverpaw bit him on the ear once more, and this time latched on with her fangs to drag him if needed. He yowled once more, and got up as told--staring daggers at her.

‘’I’m sorry, master.’’ His voice was low and deep, and hurting. Yet, a snicker escaped from his maw as he remembered when Asterpaw called him that. Back when they were joking and being friends. Couldn’t they just go back to that? Or better yet, skip the in-between and be with each other again? As far as he knew, he would most likely be dead before he could ever skip the in-between if he wanted his quality time with his on-and-off friend.

He stood tense, nervous as his eyes scanned the area in case Alabasterpaw decided to do a surprise attack on him. He shivered, a chill running down his spine. ‘’Where are we going?’’ He mewed softly to Silverpaw. Even his voice lost all in encouragement, and he wished that the silver bengal left him alone to be food to the vultures!

‘’We’re just walking. You need it.’’ Silverpaw answered simply, as she began trotting away. ‘’Since you do not want to see Ebonypaw, and you’re refusing your friend’s help, then there is absolutely nothing wrong with you.’’ A glint was in her eyes as she looked back at him to see if he would challenge her, but Azulpaw was all fight out, so he didn’t make an argument like he usually would.

At the acknowledgement of his silence, Silverpaw continued on. As they walked, Azulpaw kept his head down, limping,and putting pressure on his side. His gait became heavy and strong, and at any point he was ready to fall down and relax again. In the distance, Silverpaw made out a shadow. Her ears perked thinking it was trouble--but it was only another cat.

The she-cat from earlier. She didn’t remember the name of the she-cat, and when Azulpaw bumped into her, not knowing that she was in front of him, she asked him. ‘’She was with Bluepaw earlier. Who is she?’’ She also wondered why she left Bluepaw’s side. If that was any of her business.

Azulpaw gave a light shrug. His eyes glazed over Asterpaw. She looked more broken than he did from where he was standing. And, he was aware that each of them--Bluepaw, Alabasterpaw, and he played apart in her pain. He refused to address this, however. ‘’That’s Asterpaw.’’

‘’Who is she?’’

‘’Just...another she-cat.’’ the tom shrugged once more. He let out a longing sigh because even he knew that she became more than that, but he didn’t want to focus on that. Their relationship was already complicated enough. Did they even have a relationship? The tom did not know the answer to the unspoken question. She seemed to be much more content out of his life and in the presence of her own. Though, he was surprised to not see Bluepaw smothering her at the moment. And Alabasterpaw? Where was that demonic she-cat?

‘’She seems more than that.’’ Silverpaw purred lightly, voicing his thoughts.

Azulpaw eyes widened, before he figured something out to say. ‘’Uh, yeah! She’s Bluepaw’s girlfriend.’’

‘’Judging that she left right after I did. I bet she’s not anymore.’’ Silverpaw giggled, before she started trotting towards the blue cat. In horror, Azulpaw realized what she was doing and halted her. She gave him a quizzical look.

‘’Can we not go over there?’’ He nodded his head towards Asterpaw.

‘’Why not? I wanna talk to her.’’

‘’She...hates me.’’ He lightly said.

‘’Hates you? What she-cat could ever hate you?’’ Silverpaw said, purring affectionately, and playfully. Azulpaw rolled his eyes, but he stood rooted to his spot. ‘’I’m not going over there.’’

‘’Stop being such a scaredy cat. Besides, you probably said something to upset her anyway.’’ Though that were true, he didn’t need to flinch every time it was mentioned or he thought about it. Azulpaw stared at the blue cat, feeling a rejected feeling that she hadn’t even voiced. She didn’t pay him another glance when she walked away finally. He didn’t want to walk up to her, having to look at her, and realizing that he would break down just by staring into her green orbs.

‘’You got me this far...but I’m staying here. I can watch from the distance.’’ He told Silverpaw and sat down on his haunches. Silverpaw gave him an exasperated sigh before rolling her eyes and trotting towards the blue cat. Azulpaw sat at a fair enough distance where he’ll be able to see both of them.

‘’Hi!’’ Silverpaw approached the she-cat cautiously, hoping that she didn’t startle her. After the event that happened, her bubbly voice was always there. ‘’...Asterpaw, is it?’’ She sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws, as she made herself comfortable. ‘’I’m sorry, am I bothering you? I’m Silverpaw, and I’m Azulpaw’s friend.’’ She gave a light smile and turned her head back to where Azulpaw sat. He was looking away from the two. ‘’He didn’t want to come over because he thinks you hate him! Funny, right?’’ She giggled. ‘’I wouldn’t be surprised if you disliked him, but hate is a pretty strong feeling and word...it shouldn’t be used lightly.’’ Silverpaw let out a gentle sigh, turning her head back to glance once more at Azulpaw, before looking at the other blue apprentice.

‘’He seems really hurt though. He won’t even look at you. Whatever happened between the two of you...can’t you let it go?’’ She asked, her voice softened and her ears flattened.

Bluepaw was shocked.

He was hurt.

He was confused as to why the blue cat left him--just that quick. And, after everything I’ve done for her...he thought, selfishly.

When Alabasterpaw slinked out the shadows, he rolled his eyes, but he gave her his undivided attention, watching her every move. He stared at her with interest, but blinked his eyes to rid the thoughts. ‘’Not your fault? Everything is your fault, Alabasterpaw.’’ His voice was low, and he emitted out a purr, brushing up to her. He was not the least bit happy that Asterpaw had left him...for now. She wouldn’t be gone for long. He knew that for sure, but at the moment, he needed to warm up with her cherished sister. ‘’You’re a bad kitty, Alabasterpaw. You know that? You’re also somewhat smart, so how can you not come up with a plan just as quickly?’’ He wasn’t mad at her--just a bit frustrated, really. His mind wandered to Asterpaw, and then to Azulpaw. Why did she still seem to care so much for the arrogant tom? The one she called a jerk?

Then, she had the nerve to call him a jerk? He didn’t hurt her intentionally, as Azulpaw had done. He would had never hurt or. Nor, allowed anyone else to do so. ‘’But since you’re out of ideas--and apparently I have to think of everything. I’d say we act like we care for the runt. Get him to trust us again, and BAM! I’ll have Asterpaw. I mean, I could apologize and show in my actions that I do care and that I love her, and she will be all over me!’’ He exclaimed, wanting to laugh evilly. ‘’It sounds like a treasured idea.’’ He told the white feline as he brushed alongside her, nuzzling the side of her cheek.

‘’Since, I don’t currently have Asterpaw, I could pay most of my attention to you.’’ But he would always be alert. It was a terrible thing. Truly. That he switched constantly between the two sisters as if they were puppets on strings. If one didn’t want him, then he was after the other. A repeating pattern, but he knew at the end of the day. By time they were deemed warriors--one of them would be his.

Azulpaw watched with a slight droop of his ears as he wanted to hear what the two she-cats were discussing. Was they talking about him? Was Asterpaw thinking about him? It gave him a bit of hope and what was left of his heart--the pieces fluttered. As they weren’t looking at him, he slyly gazed at Asterpaw, his eyes roaming her body, and when they turned to look at him, he quickly adverted his gaze, finding the ground a new center of attention.
The female looked up to see two figures nearby. For a moment her hues narrowed and snapped angrily before she realized who it was. Azulpaw and the silver cat from earlier-- who was she? And what was she doing? Certainly she was some relation to Azulpaw, from the way she had been defending him so strongly. She didn't know what to do. And then she saw a white figure approaching, coming along to make everything ten times worse. Of course-- because why wouldn't Alabasterpaw want to come along, adding to her pain? At least she wasn't physically hurt that badly anymore. The pain in her chest was subsiding to a dull throbbing, making her feel much better. She watched as the devil cat approached, her tail swishing back and forth. The figures weren't doing anything much, just standing there-- she figured no harm could come from that.
"Is my sweet sister feeling any better?" Alabasterpaw purred. She knew mental torment was the best kind-- but of course, Bluepaw wouldn't be able to stop it. She could tear Asterpaw apart at the same time, and in the end, there would be two broken cats. With some extra luck she would light a spark for Bluepaw-- because after all, Asterpaw wasn't someone to fall in love that easily. And poor Bluepaw had fallen hard for her...perhaps even harder then he had fallen for Alabasterpaw herself.
"What do you want?!" Asterpaw snapped, getting to her paws with her fur bristling. She was furious. Alabasterpaw had, in one go, destroyed everything. Now she was left to pick up the pieces as always... only this time, it wasn't just for other cats. This time she had to pick up her own pieces as well. Because this was partly her fault, too...I hate that we met. I hate everything that happened between us. Those words had been playing in her head. Of course he would say something like that to her. Did she care? No. Yes...she thought, though she tried to keep it from entering her head. She didn't need to care. She couldn't afford to. If she continued to care pretty soon she would be nothing more then a broken cat.
"Can't I just have a conversation with my beloved sister?" Alabasterpaw asked, a purr rumbling in her chest and throat. The fact that Asterpaw was actually angry surprised her...and, of course, amused her to no end.
"Of course you can. When you're...you. Not some demon. I have nothing to say to you right now-- get out of my sight." Asterpaw mewed in a low voice, glaring at the she cat. Just as the white one moved away, another, silver figure came into view, quickly approaching her. Great. Did Azulpaw set his bodyguard on me? She thought sarcastically, bracing herself for an attack. She didn't know what to think. She could still see him sitting a ways away...not coming any closer. I was right. He does hate me. She sighed, curling her tail around her paws. Part of her hoped she was wrong, that there was something bigger going on here... but what else could she think? What was she supposed to think when a cat just pushed her away like that, acting as though they couldn't care less about her? Like she were just some more junk to push aside, to be gotten rid of?
"Uh, hi." She mewed in a much less excited voice then the younger cat. Her hues scanned the feline questioningly...remembering how excited she had been venturing into the Training Plateau just earlier that day. And it would be dark soon, now... did alliances really change that quickly? Now she was on her own, while Alabasterpaw had Bluepaw and Azulpaw had...whoever this quirky feline was. Her expression was somewhat worried, as though she was scared something might happen. She didn't know what this cat wanted, but she was sure they wouldn't be greeting her in such a friendly way if they intended her harm. "Yeah. It's Asterpaw." She answered with a sigh, glancing back up towards the hill. She was nervous that this cat might spring on her...what had Azulpaw been telling her? What had happened between them? Who was this?
"Oh no, you're not bothering me. It's nice to meet you, Silverpaw." She forced a smile. But are you sure you're just friends? She thought, examing the cat. Realizing she would have to question about her own feelings if she counted that on trying to help Azulpaw, and attacking the cat she believed had hurt him-- though Asterpaw knew she should have done it long ago-- she stopped, shaking the thought aside. They most certainly must be "just friends." Even if Asterpaw didn't really believe it. The female sighed, shifting her weight at Silverpaw's words. He thought she hated him? What was he doing now, telling lies or something equally stupid? He had gotten into trouble, after all...though that was partly her fault, was this her fault too? Had she made him think that somehow? Though whether it was a good or bad thing, she wasn't quite sure yet. She wished she did know. That way she would be able to address the situation in a way that would make sense.
"Look...Silverpaw, wasn't it? You've got this backwards. I don't hate him-- as a matter of fact, I care very much about him. But he doesn't want me to. He doesn't want me to be anywhere near him, okay? He hates me. He told me he hated we met, that he hated everything that happened between us. Which I'm going to take as the fact that he hates me. I would love to put it all aside to start over, but those aren't words that you can just forget. Besides that; I'm pretty sure he would be just as happy if he never set eyes on me again. If he won't look at me, it's because he can't stand the sight of me. And if he's hurt, it's probably because someone-- I have my suspicions who, but I don't want to attack them without catching them in the act-- attacked him and he's physically hurt. He doesn't get jealous, as he made a point of telling me before, and I sincerely doubt he would get jealous over someone that he can't stand as much as me." Asterpaw snapped, her eyes flashing angrily. She had no idea what was going on, or what this cat was thinking saying something like that, but she knew that Silverpaw was wrong. And it hurt to think that maybe she was the one who was wrong, that maybe there was something bigger going on here, that maybe things were different then she was thinking. It hurt her to believe that something else was going on here. Don't tell me I'm wrong. Please don't tell me I'm wrong. She thought, lowering her eyes to the ground.
"Hey now, not everything is my fault, love." She purred in a low, gentle voice. She glanced over towards where the silver cat from earlier was talking to Asterpaw, and Asterpaw seemed to be angry about something-- maybe she was angry because the cat had attacked Bluepaw? That would be nice. Then she would be able to tell him that she hadn't messed things up after all. And poor, poor Azulpaw would finally get his rest...though perhaps not quite in the way that he would think. A smile spread over her maw as she thought. "Well thank you for the compliment, dearest...and I'll try and think of a plan." She mewed, rolling gracefully over onto her side as she did so. A smile spread over her maw, and she glanced at the tom. "That's a wonderful idea. But please-- don't waste your attentions on me, dear love, otherwise my darling sister might get some ideas." She purred with a sweet expression, brushing her tail lightly up against him.
After a moment, Asterpaw got to her paws and headed as quickly as she could up the hill, towards the tom. Her eyes flashed as she thrust her face in his. "What are you trying to do, telling your friend I'm the one who hates you? You're the one who said you hated that you ever met me." She snapped, before drawing away quickly as though he had stung her. A sudden realization settled over her and she took a few pawsteps back. "Oh, I'm so sorry...I shouldn't be talking to you, should I?" She asked, her hues hardening as she took another step backwards. So all her allies were gone. One of them hated her, another was a demon, and the third...well...she wasn't quite sure what to think about that one, but she was pretty sure it wasn't good. The tom seemed to have some sort of an obsession with her, one that made her quite nervous and she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to be around him. Maybe someday, like she had said...but she sincerely doubted it.

Brilliance

March 20th, 2017, 07:14 PM

The female looked up to see two figures nearby. For a moment her hues narrowed and snapped angrily before she realized who it was. Azulpaw and the silver cat from earlier-- who was she? And what was she doing? Certainly she was some relation to Azulpaw, from the way she had been defending him so strongly. She didn't know what to do. And then she saw a white figure approaching, coming along to make everything ten times worse. Of course-- because why wouldn't Alabasterpaw want to come along, adding to her pain? At least she wasn't physically hurt that badly anymore. The pain in her chest was subsiding to a dull throbbing, making her feel much better. She watched as the devil cat approached, her tail swishing back and forth. The figures weren't doing anything much, just standing there-- she figured no harm could come from that.
"Is my sweet sister feeling any better?" Alabasterpaw purred. She knew mental torment was the best kind-- but of course, Bluepaw wouldn't be able to stop it. She could tear Asterpaw apart at the same time, and in the end, there would be two broken cats. With some extra luck she would light a spark for Bluepaw-- because after all, Asterpaw wasn't someone to fall in love that easily. And poor Bluepaw had fallen hard for her...perhaps even harder then he had fallen for Alabasterpaw herself.
"What do you want?!" Asterpaw snapped, getting to her paws with her fur bristling. She was furious. Alabasterpaw had, in one go, destroyed everything. Now she was left to pick up the pieces as always... only this time, it wasn't just for other cats. This time she had to pick up her own pieces as well. Because this was partly her fault, too...I hate that we met. I hate everything that happened between us. Those words had been playing in her head. Of course he would say something like that to her. Did she care? No. Yes...she thought, though she tried to keep it from entering her head. She didn't need to care. She couldn't afford to. If she continued to care pretty soon she would be nothing more then a broken cat.
"Can't I just have a conversation with my beloved sister?" Alabasterpaw asked, a purr rumbling in her chest and throat. The fact that Asterpaw was actually angry surprised her...and, of course, amused her to no end.
"Of course you can. When you're...you. Not some demon. I have nothing to say to you right now-- get out of my sight." Asterpaw mewed in a low voice, glaring at the she cat. Just as the white one moved away, another, silver figure came into view, quickly approaching her. Great. Did Azulpaw set his bodyguard on me? She thought sarcastically, bracing herself for an attack. She didn't know what to think. She could still see him sitting a ways away...not coming any closer. I was right. He does hate me. She sighed, curling her tail around her paws. Part of her hoped she was wrong, that there was something bigger going on here... but what else could she think? What was she supposed to think when a cat just pushed her away like that, acting as though they couldn't care less about her? Like she were just some more junk to push aside, to be gotten rid of?
"Uh, hi." She mewed in a much less excited voice then the younger cat. Her hues scanned the feline questioningly...remembering how excited she had been venturing into the Training Plateau just earlier that day. And it would be dark soon, now... did alliances really change that quickly? Now she was on her own, while Alabasterpaw had Bluepaw and Azulpaw had...whoever this quirky feline was. Her expression was somewhat worried, as though she was scared something might happen. She didn't know what this cat wanted, but she was sure they wouldn't be greeting her in such a friendly way if they intended her harm. "Yeah. It's Asterpaw." She answered with a sigh, glancing back up towards the hill. She was nervous that this cat might spring on her...what had Azulpaw been telling her? What had happened between them? Who was this?
"Oh no, you're not bothering me. It's nice to meet you, Silverpaw." She forced a smile. But are you sure you're just friends? She thought, examing the cat. Realizing she would have to question about her own feelings if she counted that on trying to help Azulpaw, and attacking the cat she believed had hurt him-- though Asterpaw knew she should have done it long ago-- she stopped, shaking the thought aside. They most certainly must be "just friends." Even if Asterpaw didn't really believe it. The female sighed, shifting her weight at Silverpaw's words. He thought she hated him? What was he doing now, telling lies or something equally stupid? He had gotten into trouble, after all...though that was partly her fault, was this her fault too? Had she made him think that somehow? Though whether it was a good or bad thing, she wasn't quite sure yet. She wished she did know. That way she would be able to address the situation in a way that would make sense.
"Look...Silverpaw, wasn't it? You've got this backwards. I don't hate him-- as a matter of fact, I care very much about him. But he doesn't want me to. He doesn't want me to be anywhere near him, okay? He hates me. He told me he hated we met, that he hated everything that happened between us. Which I'm going to take as the fact that he hates me. I would love to put it all aside to start over, but those aren't words that you can just forget. Besides that; I'm pretty sure he would be just as happy if he never set eyes on me again. If he won't look at me, it's because he can't stand the sight of me. And if he's hurt, it's probably because someone-- I have my suspicions who, but I don't want to attack them without catching them in the act-- attacked him and he's physically hurt. He doesn't get jealous, as he made a point of telling me before, and I sincerely doubt he would get jealous over someone that he can't stand as much as me." Asterpaw snapped, her eyes flashing angrily. She had no idea what was going on, or what this cat was thinking saying something like that, but she knew that Silverpaw was wrong. And it hurt to think that maybe she was the one who was wrong, that maybe there was something bigger going on here, that maybe things were different then she was thinking. It hurt her to believe that something else was going on here. Don't tell me I'm wrong. Please don't tell me I'm wrong. She thought, lowering her eyes to the ground.
"Hey now, not everything is my fault, love." She purred in a low, gentle voice. She glanced over towards where the silver cat from earlier was talking to Asterpaw, and Asterpaw seemed to be angry about something-- maybe she was angry because the cat had attacked Bluepaw? That would be nice. Then she would be able to tell him that she hadn't messed things up after all. And poor, poor Azulpaw would finally get his rest...though perhaps not quite in the way that he would think. A smile spread over her maw as she thought. "Well thank you for the compliment, dearest...and I'll try and think of a plan." She mewed, rolling gracefully over onto her side as she did so. A smile spread over her maw, and she glanced at the tom. "That's a wonderful idea. But please-- don't waste your attentions on me, dear love, otherwise my darling sister might get some ideas." She purred with a sweet expression, brushing her tail lightly up against him.
After a moment, Asterpaw got to her paws and headed as quickly as she could up the hill, towards the tom. Her eyes flashed as she thrust her face in his. "What are you trying to do, telling your friend I'm the one who hates you? You're the one who said you hated that you ever met me." She snapped, before drawing away quickly as though he had stung her. A sudden realization settled over her and she took a few pawsteps back. "Oh, I'm so sorry...I shouldn't be talking to you, should I?" She asked, her hues hardening as she took another step backwards. So all her allies were gone. One of them hated her, another was a demon, and the third...well...she wasn't quite sure what to think about that one, but she was pretty sure it wasn't good. The tom seemed to have some sort of an obsession with her, one that made her quite nervous and she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to be around him. Maybe someday, like she had said...but she sincerely doubted it.

Azulpaw was quite surprised at the sudden outburst of the blue she-cat. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he pulled back his face out of reflex when she hurled herself at him. He gulped, not know what to say. Should he reply with something sweetly? Something bitter? He was quiet for a few moments, just staring at her. And, he replied with the one way he knew how.

‘’I never said I hated you, sweetheart.’’ He mastered his smooth voice, his tail swishing behind him slowly. He appeared calm on the outside, but he was terrified at what she might do to him on the inside. ‘’In fact, what I meant to say was that ever since I met you...you’ve been causing me trouble.’’ He picked up his good paw, giving it a few licks as he eyed the she-cat in front of him. His striking yellow eyes narrowed at her next set of words.

‘’Do whatever pleases your heart, love.’’ He spat, clearly offended. Perhaps, he did mention that in their earlier argument, but he also mentioned a lot of things he didn’t mean. He thought he was protecting her, but she appeared selfish to him. How dare she misinterpret his words, thinking that he hated her? If it’s anything she hated him! Azulpaw let out a snarl, for he was tired of the one being pity. Even though Silverpaw tried to help, he was tired of everyone trying to help him. The grey tom threw his face back into the blue cat’s face, his eyes ablazing. ‘’And, don’t you dare get me started on that rotten sister of yours. She threatened me to stay away from you, in order to keep YOU safe! So, I’m the one who hate you? I’m the one who hates you because I care about what happens to you, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. Yup, then indeed, I hate you.’’ He nodded his head, pulling away from her. He started to get up, his limp coming back to him. Silverpaw watched the scene from the distant, surprised that it took place. She instantly saw how heated the area was; raw emotions, snappish remarks, and angry fillings. All in one area.

Azulpaw continued. ‘’I hate you so freaking much that I’m going to be limping for days! My side will be in ache for days! I hate you that much! Because I don’t want to be in pain for you! Are you even worth this pain?’’ He snarled, and almost lost his footing. Silverpaw quickly came to his side, for him to lean on in support. She didn’t know what to say, so she only allowed Azulpaw to talk. After all, she didn’t know what was happening between the two. She didn’t know it was anything at all.

‘’So, yeah, I hate you so much that I’m willing to be a victim for Alabasterpaw’s deranged thoughts! I’m willing to literally die by the paws of your sister--just because I hate you!’’ Everything he said was sarcasm. He didn’t hate her, but he was frustrated. He was always frustrated, and she was the main source of his frustration. After his outburst, Silverpaw calmed him down. She began to silently rub her tail alongside him, as a sort of comfort to untense his body. He shivered.

Then, his voice came back to normal. That normal snappish, sarcastic, flirtatious voice that he mastered and others found an annoyance. ‘’Oh, sweetheart...you just love to cause trouble for us all, don’t you?’’ He purred, deeply. Now the secret was out, and for some odd reason he wasn’t afraid of Alabasterpaw, but he knew he would need to talk to her soon. He wouldn’t allow her to hurt Asterpaw. He would have to die before he allowed that twisted feline to lay a paw on the blue cat. And why would he do this? Because he cared. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. He cared, and he brought himself to realize that. He cared.

‘’I mean...making toms jealous...breaking toms hearts...and now? Misinterpreting words. What’s next?’’ He half-lidded his eyes at her, focusing on her intently. Why did he feel brave all of a sudden? ‘’And, you called me blind? That I’m not seeing things right in front of me?’’ He gave a deep, melodic chuckle, flinching every time he felt pain. ‘’And, look at you...blind as a bat. Couldn’t see what things really were without proof. That is what putting the pieces together for, my love, even if there are a few gaps.’’ He purred once more, and his gaze hardened. He looked away. This tom, he chose to not look at her. The feelings he had for her--seemed to wash away in an instant, replaced by a cold icy glacier in place of where his heart once been. ‘’It seem as if I just wasted my time anyway. Something I hate doing.’’

Silverpaw agreed, chuckling a bit in her head. She knew the tom hate to waste his time. He was impatient anyway. Very impatient.

‘’Yet, you weren’t a waste of time.’’ He told Asterpaw, earnestly. ‘’In fact, you made it worth my while. And, thank you for that. But, if you never hear from me again…’’ He staggered back up to her, hurling himself close to her face as possible. ‘’You know where I’ll be.’’ His eyes glanced above at the sky, hinting to her of what he meant if she didn’t understand. ‘’And, I’ll gladly take my reward with me,’’ With that saying, he brushed his nose with her, lingering there for a moment, before pulling away slightly. He stared at her, his yellow hues analyzing her next move, before he made a grunting noise and tried his best to trot away. Silverpaw stayed for a while, wondering what would happen next, but figuring that Azulpaw wouldn’t be able to last long out there for a while, she said. ‘’Um...I just pray to starclan that everything will work out for the best...sorry about his behavior.’’ She quietly mewed before padding after him.

Bluepaw felt as if he could fall in love all over again at seeing Alabasterpaw roll onto her side, stretching herself out. He sat down on his haunches, watching her attentively for her next move. Her voice was just as angelic, and his ears ringed the moment a vowel left her mouth. He purred lightly, ‘’You have no idea how much trouble you have caused the both of us.’’ Thinking wisely, he would had chosen Alabasterpaw as a future mate based on looks, but if he wanted an actual real relationship, he knew Asterpaw was the best choice, so he stayed on the path she walked. Though she was angry at him. He brainstormed some ideas to get her to forgive him.

If Bluepaw did have a choice in choosing which sister, he would love the looks of Alabasterpaw with the charming personality of Asterpaw. It was a perfect combination, and frankly, he found himself enjoying the two more than he should. He padded slowly towards Alabasterpaw, gently lowering his head to give her delicate nuzzle before he allowed himself to jump onto a nearby rock. His tail flickered at the mention of her words. He quietly mewed, ‘’What Asterpaw doesn’t know, won’t kill her, will it?’’

lone

March 21st, 2017, 10:38 AM

Azulpaw was quite surprised at the sudden outburst of the blue she-cat. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he pulled back his face out of reflex when she hurled herself at him. He gulped, not know what to say. Should he reply with something sweetly? Something bitter? He was quiet for a few moments, just staring at her. And, he replied with the one way he knew how.

‘’I never said I hated you, sweetheart.’’ He mastered his smooth voice, his tail swishing behind him slowly. He appeared calm on the outside, but he was terrified at what she might do to him on the inside. ‘’In fact, what I meant to say was that ever since I met you...you’ve been causing me trouble.’’ He picked up his good paw, giving it a few licks as he eyed the she-cat in front of him. His striking yellow eyes narrowed at her next set of words.

‘’Do whatever pleases your heart, love.’’ He spat, clearly offended. Perhaps, he did mention that in their earlier argument, but he also mentioned a lot of things he didn’t mean. He thought he was protecting her, but she appeared selfish to him. How dare she misinterpret his words, thinking that he hated her? If it’s anything she hated him! Azulpaw let out a snarl, for he was tired of the one being pity. Even though Silverpaw tried to help, he was tired of everyone trying to help him. The grey tom threw his face back into the blue cat’s face, his eyes ablazing. ‘’And, don’t you dare get me started on that rotten sister of yours. She threatened me to stay away from you, in order to keep YOU safe! So, I’m the one who hate you? I’m the one who hates you because I care about what happens to you, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. Yup, then indeed, I hate you.’’ He nodded his head, pulling away from her. He started to get up, his limp coming back to him. Silverpaw watched the scene from the distant, surprised that it took place. She instantly saw how heated the area was; raw emotions, snappish remarks, and angry fillings. All in one area.

Azulpaw continued. ‘’I hate you so freaking much that I’m going to be limping for days! My side will be in ache for days! I hate you that much! Because I don’t want to be in pain for you! Are you even worth this pain?’’ He snarled, and almost lost his footing. Silverpaw quickly came to his side, for him to lean on in support. She didn’t know what to say, so she only allowed Azulpaw to talk. After all, she didn’t know what was happening between the two. She didn’t know it was anything at all.

‘’So, yeah, I hate you so much that I’m willing to be a victim for Alabasterpaw’s deranged thoughts! I’m willing to literally die by the paws of your sister--just because I hate you!’’ Everything he said was sarcasm. He didn’t hate her, but he was frustrated. He was always frustrated, and she was the main source of his frustration. After his outburst, Silverpaw calmed him down. She began to silently rub her tail alongside him, as a sort of comfort to untense his body. He shivered.

Then, his voice came back to normal. That normal snappish, sarcastic, flirtatious voice that he mastered and others found an annoyance. ‘’Oh, sweetheart...you just love to cause trouble for us all, don’t you?’’ He purred, deeply. Now the secret was out, and for some odd reason he wasn’t afraid of Alabasterpaw, but he knew he would need to talk to her soon. He wouldn’t allow her to hurt Asterpaw. He would have to die before he allowed that twisted feline to lay a paw on the blue cat. And why would he do this? Because he cared. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. He cared, and he brought himself to realize that. He cared.

‘’I mean...making toms jealous...breaking toms hearts...and now? Misinterpreting words. What’s next?’’ He half-lidded his eyes at her, focusing on her intently. Why did he feel brave all of a sudden? ‘’And, you called me blind? That I’m not seeing things right in front of me?’’ He gave a deep, melodic chuckle, flinching every time he felt pain. ‘’And, look at you...blind as a bat. Couldn’t see what things really were without proof. That is what putting the pieces together for, my love, even if there are a few gaps.’’ He purred once more, and his gaze hardened. He looked away. This tom, he chose to not look at her. The feelings he had for her--seemed to wash away in an instant, replaced by a cold icy glacier in place of where his heart once been. ‘’It seem as if I just wasted my time anyway. Something I hate doing.’’

Silverpaw agreed, chuckling a bit in her head. She knew the tom hate to waste his time. He was impatient anyway. Very impatient.

‘’Yet, you weren’t a waste of time.’’ He told Asterpaw, earnestly. ‘’In fact, you made it worth my while. And, thank you for that. But, if you never hear from me again…’’ He staggered back up to her, hurling himself close to her face as possible. ‘’You know where I’ll be.’’ His eyes glanced above at the sky, hinting to her of what he meant if she didn’t understand. ‘’And, I’ll gladly take my reward with me,’’ With that saying, he brushed his nose with her, lingering there for a moment, before pulling away slightly. He stared at her, his yellow hues analyzing her next move, before he made a grunting noise and tried his best to trot away. Silverpaw stayed for a while, wondering what would happen next, but figuring that Azulpaw wouldn’t be able to last long out there for a while, she said. ‘’Um...I just pray to starclan that everything will work out for the best...sorry about his behavior.’’ She quietly mewed before padding after him.

Bluepaw felt as if he could fall in love all over again at seeing Alabasterpaw roll onto her side, stretching herself out. He sat down on his haunches, watching her attentively for her next move. Her voice was just as angelic, and his ears ringed the moment a vowel left her mouth. He purred lightly, ‘’You have no idea how much trouble you have caused the both of us.’’ Thinking wisely, he would had chosen Alabasterpaw as a future mate based on looks, but if he wanted an actual real relationship, he knew Asterpaw was the best choice, so he stayed on the path she walked. Though she was angry at him. He brainstormed some ideas to get her to forgive him.

If Bluepaw did have a choice in choosing which sister, he would love the looks of Alabasterpaw with the charming personality of Asterpaw. It was a perfect combination, and frankly, he found himself enjoying the two more than he should. He padded slowly towards Alabasterpaw, gently lowering his head to give her delicate nuzzle before he allowed himself to jump onto a nearby rock. His tail flickered at the mention of her words. He quietly mewed, ‘’What Asterpaw doesn’t know, won’t kill her, will it?’’
"Really. Then why push me away? And if I'm causing you so much trouble, why do you...care." It was more of a statement then a question, but she guessed he would understand. This was the most mixed up things had been for her in a long time, and she didn't understand why. Did he hate her? Or did he care? Was it possible to do both? She had no idea, and she was utterly terrified. Things were so messed up she doubted they would ever be put right. How could they? How could things be put right when this tom was a cat who she...didn't know about? Worried over? Her mind raced, all the time ignoring the more obvious choice that was in front of her. ...cared for?
　
She thought hesitantly, swallowing as she watched him. She didn't know what to do. She was terrified, to be honest. She was terrified of what he was thinking. What was he thinking? Was he thinking about her? That's just messed up. He would never think about me. Would never dare, I should be...thinking. The female sighed and watched him. She was scared-- she didn't know what he was thinking about, and the fact that she was standing here, that she had gotten in his face like that... he was probably furious. What do I care? She thought after a minute, doing the only thing she knew under stress-- denying it, and blocking it out.
　
Her eyes flashed with surprise and then sorrow. So it was true. How do I know he's not lying to me? She thought for a moment, her natural defense of her sister kicking in. Then again...what reason does he have to lie? She thought with a sigh. He wouldn't. He didn't really have any reason to lie. Which meant the alternative must be true: Alabasterpaw really had done this. She threatened me? Asterpaw thought angrily, unsheathing her claws and digging them into the dirt. So this was what it had come to. Everything had come down to this, and apparantly Alabasterpaw was behind it. And what of Bluepaw? Surely he had nothing to do with this. Silverpaw seemed to think so, but...Asterpaw sincerely doubted it. Alli's capable of something sinister like this. But Bluepaw? Nope. She thought, second guessing that when she remembered him slamming the silver cat into a tree. The feline sighed, deciding it might be a better idea to keep her eyes on him just in case.
　
"Please don't protect me...." She mewed in a low voice, looking anywhere but directly at him. Why did he feel like he needed to protect her, anyways? 'Save' her from her sister? Alabasterpaw wouldn't dare do anything to her. For very long, at least. Not unless she was trying to hurt him any way she could... Asterpaw thought, thinking about Bluepaw-- but Azulpaw entered her mind instead. Confused, she left her thoughts and went back to the present with a sigh. "Nothing's going to happen to me. I can promise you that." Her ears went back, partly out of annoyance and partly out of regret. Had she not been so unwilling to face the truth earlier, maybe this could have stopped a long time ago. Well, she knew it now.
　
But his next words made her feel horrible. Even though she already knew the answer to that question-- it was fairly obvious, and yet she still didn't want to say it. "No. It's not worth it...no cat is. No cat is worth going through all that. I appreciate your efforts-- I really, really do-- but I can't let you endure this for me. She's not going to stop just because you stay away from me, you do realize that, don't you? She can't stand you-- and I don't know why. But I will find out." She sighed. Why hadn't she just accused Alabasterpaw in the first place? She knew why, but she didn't want to think about it now. It was just embarassing. She hated it.
　
I'm willing to literally die by the paws of your sister. Asterpaw's thoughts turned to her own words from just a few moments before, talking to Bluepaw...she couldn't believe it. When you love someone, sometimes you'll die for them. Why, oh why had she said that? Then again, what did she know about love, anyways? Maybe she was wrong. He couldn't-- he didn't-- right? And even if it were true, he wouldn't tell her. "Why? Why are you willing to do that?" She asked in the softest voice she could muster. Her throat choked up. She didn't want to think about what she had said earlier. She had been frustrated, and...caught up in the moment, and...not thinking clearly. She hadn't really meant it. And even if she had, she would have made up some other excuse.
　
She didn't know what to say as he began to speak again, instead moving away from him as best she could. But when he touched her....she didn't pull away. She let him stay there, and then watched as she moved away. "Thank you. I guess I'll be seeing you around." Asterpaw lowered her head in a sign of respect, watching the she cat move after him. So now the truth was out. So now she knew what was going on. And she needed to confront Alabasterpaw about this. There was no way she was going to allow this to go on, not without at least letting her sister know that she didn't appreciate it. Hopefully stop it, but if Alabasterpaw attacked her...she would have to rely heavily on her training, which meant things could go downhill very, very quickly.
　
Alabasterpaw purred at the tom's words and looked at him with her large, seemingly innocent blue hues. She was glad that he wasn't going to be ignoring her...at least she was getting the attention she wanted, though perhaps not quite in the manner she had previously imagined. At the sight of her sister coming storming down the hill, her white ears perked up and she brushed against Bluepaw, whispering to him as she did so-- "Asterpaw's coming. And from the looks of things, your little friend told her everything. Now look, she doesn't know you're involved in this, because he doesn't-- but she does know I am. I'm just going to knock her around a bit. She won't be hurt, and she definitely won't be mad at you. When I come back out, you have to chase me off-- understood? Don't hurt me, just chase me off. That'll be enough to convince her you have her best interests at heart...and enough to convince your friend that you care." She muttered in a low voice as Asterpaw finally reached them. It didn't look like they were doing anything suspicious...at least, Alabasterpaw was hoping it didn't.
　
When Asterpaw approached her sister, Alabasterpaw grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her over towards a push, tossing her in as though she were nothing. She shot a warning glance at Bluepaw, warning him not to interfere...just in case someone thought it was suspicious. "I warned you not to tell her, love!" She yowled, just in case Azulpaw was still listening, before sneaking into the bush after her sister. Pulling some loose branches across the opening so no one could see what was going on, Alabasterpaw turned to her sister. Again, before Asterpaw could say a word, she nipped her ear-- hard.
　
The she cat yowled in surprise and anger, ignoring the fact that it hurt, and felt something hard stamp down on her paw before Alabasterpaw butted her in the side. Stumbling sideways, she made the bushes shake. "What are you doing?" She yowled angrily, before the white feline pinned her to the ground and dragged branches and leaves over her, creating a sort of makeshift trap that it would be hard for Asterpaw to get up from. "Saving you." She answered simply, before slipping through the smallest hole. Only Alabasterpaw would be able to get through there-- at least, in the blue female's opinion. And she? Well, she was trapped in a bush now. To her, it seemed like no one cared. Maybe Azulpaw had been right-- maybe Alabasterpaw really was going to hurt her. More then she already had. Her side and paw were sore, but it made her feel a little better to know that at least now she knew part of what the tom had gone through. At least now she could relate. Even hatred for her sister was building up inside her...hatred and anger. She was furious.
　
Alabasterpaw approached Bluepaw again, sitting down beside him. "Go act like you can't get the branches aside. At first, at least...otherwise it'll be too quick." She muttered in a low voice. If it seemed like he was trying to be her 'saving angel' then maybe Asterpaw would do better. She got ready to run, waiting for Bluepaw to chase her off as she had instructed. Part of her wondered if the little silver cat would show up again...with that scum. She hoped so. Then she would get rid of them right afterwards...it couldn't be that hard, right? After all, Azulpaw was weak and from the looks of it, the silver cat was inexperienced.

Brilliance

March 21st, 2017, 12:47 PM

"Really. Then why push me away? And if I'm causing you so much trouble, why do you...care." It was more of a statement then a question, but she guessed he would understand. This was the most mixed up things had been for her in a long time, and she didn't understand why. Did he hate her? Or did he care? Was it possible to do both? She had no idea, and she was utterly terrified. Things were so messed up she doubted they would ever be put right. How could they? How could things be put right when this tom was a cat who she...didn't know about? Worried over? Her mind raced, all the time ignoring the more obvious choice that was in front of her. ...cared for?
　
She thought hesitantly, swallowing as she watched him. She didn't know what to do. She was terrified, to be honest. She was terrified of what he was thinking. What was he thinking? Was he thinking about her? That's just messed up. He would never think about me. Would never dare, I should be...thinking. The female sighed and watched him. She was scared-- she didn't know what he was thinking about, and the fact that she was standing here, that she had gotten in his face like that... he was probably furious. What do I care? She thought after a minute, doing the only thing she knew under stress-- denying it, and blocking it out.
　
Her eyes flashed with surprise and then sorrow. So it was true. How do I know he's not lying to me? She thought for a moment, her natural defense of her sister kicking in. Then again...what reason does he have to lie? She thought with a sigh. He wouldn't. He didn't really have any reason to lie. Which meant the alternative must be true: Alabasterpaw really had done this. She threatened me? Asterpaw thought angrily, unsheathing her claws and digging them into the dirt. So this was what it had come to. Everything had come down to this, and apparantly Alabasterpaw was behind it. And what of Bluepaw? Surely he had nothing to do with this. Silverpaw seemed to think so, but...Asterpaw sincerely doubted it. Alli's capable of something sinister like this. But Bluepaw? Nope. She thought, second guessing that when she remembered him slamming the silver cat into a tree. The feline sighed, deciding it might be a better idea to keep her eyes on him just in case.
　
"Please don't protect me...." She mewed in a low voice, looking anywhere but directly at him. Why did he feel like he needed to protect her, anyways? 'Save' her from her sister? Alabasterpaw wouldn't dare do anything to her. For very long, at least. Not unless she was trying to hurt him any way she could... Asterpaw thought, thinking about Bluepaw-- but Azulpaw entered her mind instead. Confused, she left her thoughts and went back to the present with a sigh. "Nothing's going to happen to me. I can promise you that." Her ears went back, partly out of annoyance and partly out of regret. Had she not been so unwilling to face the truth earlier, maybe this could have stopped a long time ago. Well, she knew it now.
　
But his next words made her feel horrible. Even though she already knew the answer to that question-- it was fairly obvious, and yet she still didn't want to say it. "No. It's not worth it...no cat is. No cat is worth going through all that. I appreciate your efforts-- I really, really do-- but I can't let you endure this for me. She's not going to stop just because you stay away from me, you do realize that, don't you? She can't stand you-- and I don't know why. But I will find out." She sighed. Why hadn't she just accused Alabasterpaw in the first place? She knew why, but she didn't want to think about it now. It was just embarassing. She hated it.
　
I'm willing to literally die by the paws of your sister. Asterpaw's thoughts turned to her own words from just a few moments before, talking to Bluepaw...she couldn't believe it. When you love someone, sometimes you'll die for them. Why, oh why had she said that? Then again, what did she know about love, anyways? Maybe she was wrong. He couldn't-- he didn't-- right? And even if it were true, he wouldn't tell her. "Why? Why are you willing to do that?" She asked in the softest voice she could muster. Her throat choked up. She didn't want to think about what she had said earlier. She had been frustrated, and...caught up in the moment, and...not thinking clearly. She hadn't really meant it. And even if she had, she would have made up some other excuse.
　
She didn't know what to say as he began to speak again, instead moving away from him as best she could. But when he touched her....she didn't pull away. She let him stay there, and then watched as she moved away. "Thank you. I guess I'll be seeing you around." Asterpaw lowered her head in a sign of respect, watching the she cat move after him. So now the truth was out. So now she knew what was going on. And she needed to confront Alabasterpaw about this. There was no way she was going to allow this to go on, not without at least letting her sister know that she didn't appreciate it. Hopefully stop it, but if Alabasterpaw attacked her...she would have to rely heavily on her training, which meant things could go downhill very, very quickly.
　
Alabasterpaw purred at the tom's words and looked at him with her large, seemingly innocent blue hues. She was glad that he wasn't going to be ignoring her...at least she was getting the attention she wanted, though perhaps not quite in the manner she had previously imagined. At the sight of her sister coming storming down the hill, her white ears perked up and she brushed against Bluepaw, whispering to him as she did so-- "Asterpaw's coming. And from the looks of things, your little friend told her everything. Now look, she doesn't know you're involved in this, because he doesn't-- but she does know I am. I'm just going to knock her around a bit. She won't be hurt, and she definitely won't be mad at you. When I come back out, you have to chase me off-- understood? Don't hurt me, just chase me off. That'll be enough to convince her you have her best interests at heart...and enough to convince your friend that you care." She muttered in a low voice as Asterpaw finally reached them. It didn't look like they were doing anything suspicious...at least, Alabasterpaw was hoping it didn't.
　
When Asterpaw approached her sister, Alabasterpaw grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her over towards a push, tossing her in as though she were nothing. She shot a warning glance at Bluepaw, warning him not to interfere...just in case someone thought it was suspicious. "I warned you not to tell her, love!" She yowled, just in case Azulpaw was still listening, before sneaking into the bush after her sister. Pulling some loose branches across the opening so no one could see what was going on, Alabasterpaw turned to her sister. Again, before Asterpaw could say a word, she nipped her ear-- hard.
　
The she cat yowled in surprise and anger, ignoring the fact that it hurt, and felt something hard stamp down on her paw before Alabasterpaw butted her in the side. Stumbling sideways, she made the bushes shake. "What are you doing?" She yowled angrily, before the white feline pinned her to the ground and dragged branches and leaves over her, creating a sort of makeshift trap that it would be hard for Asterpaw to get up from. "Saving you." She answered simply, before slipping through the smallest hole. Only Alabasterpaw would be able to get through there-- at least, in the blue female's opinion. And she? Well, she was trapped in a bush now. To her, it seemed like no one cared. Maybe Azulpaw had been right-- maybe Alabasterpaw really was going to hurt her. More then she already had. Her side and paw were sore, but it made her feel a little better to know that at least now she knew part of what the tom had gone through. At least now she could relate. Even hatred for her sister was building up inside her...hatred and anger. She was furious.
　
Alabasterpaw approached Bluepaw again, sitting down beside him. "Go act like you can't get the branches aside. At first, at least...otherwise it'll be too quick." She muttered in a low voice. If it seemed like he was trying to be her 'saving angel' then maybe Asterpaw would do better. She got ready to run, waiting for Bluepaw to chase her off as she had instructed. Part of her wondered if the little silver cat would show up again...with that scum. She hoped so. Then she would get rid of them right afterwards...it couldn't be that hard, right? After all, Azulpaw was weak and from the looks of it, the silver cat was inexperienced.

Azulpaw and Silverpaw didn’t walk that far away. In fact he was in too much pain in order to continue. Silverpaw didn’t mind. She sat with him, leaning onto him as a type of support. Azulpaw was glad to have her. He was truly was, and she came in the right amount of time. Before his time came to be, at least he thought. He dug his head deeper into Silverpaw’s shoulder, crying small tears. Silverpaw didn’t think he was crying until she felt a part of her pelt going damp. ‘’Zul...are you..? Crying?’’ It was hard to believe. Azulpaw never cried. Not in her presence, anyway. He was always headstrong, but he never cried. He was stubborn. He never cried. He was sarcastic. He never cried.

Yet, here he was. Drained of energy and crying.

‘’Why didn’t I keep my mouth shut?’’ He cried, quietly. ‘’Why didn’t I just walk away, and ignore her...it was so easy.’’

‘’Well, you were never the cat to walk away in the first place.’’ Silverpaw mused. ‘’You always had to speak you mind--one way or another.’’ She gave a light shrugged, but he continued to cling on her. His sniffling started, but his tears stayed silent. It was hard to grasp the idea that he were crying.

‘’What will happen to her? Alabasterpaw will hurt her.’’

‘’Alabasterpaw?’’ Silverpaw asked, confused. Had she met the cat before? She haven’t seen her around much, but she clearly remembered earlier about the she-cat that was interested in...Bluepaw. ‘’Woah, woah, woah, wait! Bluepaw had both of them?’’

Azulpaw bumped his head rough into her shoulder, emitting out a yelp from the silver bengal. ‘’A simply yes would have sufficed, thank you very much.’’ It was a question that shouldn’t have been voiced anyway. Especially about what was going on now. Azulpaw didn’t need to hear anything of the sort. However, what bothered Silverpaw the most was the fact that Asterpaw asked him why he did it. Wasn’t the answer simple enough? Though Azulpaw was heavily complexed, Silverpaw knew this much, and sometimes he had a complicated answer as to why he do a lot of things.

So, she asked him again. ‘’...Why did you do it?’’

‘’Do what?’’ The grey tom moaned. He did not feel like talking.

‘’Keep your mouth shut just to protect her. Willing yourself to die by the paws of...this sister of hers?’’ Silverpaw squinted her eyes and she looked down at the grey tom, who slightly brought his head up from her shoulder. It was the question he tried to forget; avoided to answer. He heard Asterpaw asked him it, but he didn’t want to answer it. He didn’t know why he was willing to die for a feline who hardly noticed him. He couldn’t bring himself to even answer the question himself.

He gave a light shrug. ‘’I care for her, deeply.’’

‘’That speech you said earlier stated differently,’’ Silverpaw rolled her eyes. ‘’It sounded like you were in love with her?’’ Her voice held a teasing mark, but she was serious. And curious.

‘’Love?’’ He spat as if he were disgusted. Love was a strong word. And a strong feeling. He didn’t deny he most likely had a little crush...but love? Wasn’t Silverpaw taking that term a bit far? ‘’No. I care for her very, very deeply.’’

‘’Isn’t caring for someone another term that says you love them?’’ Silverpaw tilted her head to the side, slightly. ‘’I mean, caring for someone is loving someone all the same. So, you do love her?’’

Azulpaw stared at the silver feline in annoyance. He gave a rough sigh before shaking his head. One point, she was right. Caring and loving. He didn’t know what the difference meant, but he knew that at some level they shared the same likeness. Yet, caring was a term that was light-weighted because the word love was such a sweet, hard word to say. To anyone. Azulpaw did care deeply for Asterpaw. But, he didn’t think he loved her. But didn’t he love her if he cared about her? Azulpaw shook his head to rid the thoughts. Silverpaw was making him confused, and that’s where he didn’t want to be. But he came to a conclusion anyway. He figured that he did love Asterpaw, but he didn’t have to love her in that way...yet at least. He loved her as a friend. He loved what she thought. He loved the tender moments that happens between them. He cared for her as a friend. He cared of what she thought. He cared for the tender moments that happens between them.

‘’If I say I love her will it make you shut up?’’ He answered the silver feline, sarcastically.

‘’I’m just asking a simple question!’’

‘’You’re voice is making my head hurt. I’m trying to-’’ He stopped talking as he heard a scream in the distance. It was Alabasterpaw, and he knew what was happening. His ears pinned to his head, as he emitted out a low hiss. ‘’I’m honestly tired of that rat-bag excuse of a cat.’’

Bluepaw nodded. ‘’Just don’t hurt her too badly, Alabasterpaw. Or I’m really coming for you.’’ He watched Alabasterpaw in action as he swiftly jumped away from her by the time Asterpaw reached him. He mustered a genuine-like smile, and he was ready to talk to her, but Alabasterpaw pulled her away, so he waited for the plan to be in action. While they were busy talking, he had to do a little talking of his own, so he slinked away, and hoped that he would be back just in time to carry out the plan.

As he made his way to that hill, he stared at Azulpaw and Silverpaw, a pang in his heart. He stood there, staring at them, boring his eyes into them as if he could delete them from the world, but he knew he didn’t have much time, so he bounded up to them. ‘’Oh, Azulpaw! I’m glad you’re okay!’’ He says, his voice filled with concern. ‘’Silverpaw was telling me how badly you were hurt, but I didn’t want to believe it!’’

Silverpaw couldn’t believe her ears! The lie this tom was telling? She got up to her paws, lashing her tail, ‘’But you said-’’

‘’I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you! I was looking for you everywhere, my brother!’’ Bluepaw shot Silverpaw a glare, unaware by Azulpaw. He bounded up to Azulpaw and gave him a quick friendly nuzzle. ‘’I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I promise to do better...I just...I feel like I’m in the dark.’’ His blue eyes flashed their evilness, yet his innocence took over as he stared at the other tom. ‘’Please, forgive me. Asterpaw came and I had to chase Alabasterpaw away! I know she did this, and I don’t know why, but don’t worry…’’ Bluepaw smiled brightly, and Azulpaw believed him for a long moment. He knew his brother, and he missed his brother. He would do anything to have him back. ‘’I will protect you for now on. I promise.’’ His eyes twinkled. Azulpaw may have fallen for it, but Silverpaw knew better. She would be keeping her eyes on him.

‘’I must go back...Asterpaw was with Alabasterpaw. I must go save her before Alabasterpaw do something serious to her.’’ And, the blue-eyed tom got up, trotting away. He ran back to his spot just in time. He saw Alabasterpaw, and he snickered her way, rolling his eyes. ‘’Ready to put this plan in action, darling?’’ He says, before he carried out his side of the plan.

The tom ran to the bush trap that Alabasterpaw had concocted. He wondered however did she learn to do such work, but grunted once he saw Asterpaw. ‘’Asterpaw! Are you in there! I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you at first, don’t worry I’ll get you out of here.’’ He used his fangs to try to tear the the trap apart, albeit he didn’t use much strength. As he toyed with the trap, his stared intently at Asterpaw--or as much as he could see her. ‘’It’s hard, Asterpaw. I’ll come back for you, I promise. But, first I need to handle that meddling sister of yours!’’ He scowled, and ran back over to Alabasterpaw. A new look entered his face. A devious one as he half-lidded his eyes, unsheathing his claws. He looked back up at the white feline.

‘’Time to give chase.’’ Was all he said before he began running her out of the territory. He couldn’t deny how much fun he was having with both sisters. Who knew he could be such a greedy cat?

After hearing Bluepaw’s words, Azulpaw forced himself to follow the other tom with Silverpaw in tow. As they reached the bottom, Azulpaw watched as Bluepaw chased Alabasterpaw away--his heart became regular again. He was content for now, but he couldn’t see Asterpaw. He remembered that Bluepaw told him that the blue cat was trapped. Where was she trapped? Silverpaw answered that question by nodding her head towards a bush. ‘’It’s well made. I’ll admit, but I think we can get her out.’’ The silver feline says, going up to it with a limping Azulpaw.

‘’Asterpaw!’’ Azulpaw called, making sure she were in there. Silverpaw outstretched her sharp claws, and with one swipe she tore out a large enough hole for the blue cat to come out. ‘’See? That simple when you have claws as sharp as mine.’’

‘’I’m glad you’re here then.’’ Azulpaw smiled. He then turned back to Asterpaw, his ears against his head. ‘’Are you okay? It’s all my fault. My big mouth and I don’t know how to shut up. I-I-I...should’ve kept my distance.’’ He turned slightly away to not look at her.

Bluepaw came back just in time. He growled inwardly because he was suppose to be the one saving her. He was suppose to be the knight in shining armor. Why was Azulpaw faster than him? Even if he was beaten down a couple knotches? However, the tom kept his cool, and he brushed himself alongside the blue cat, tenderly nuzzling her. ‘’I’m sorry. I tried to set you free, and I’m happy that my friends were here to save you.’’

Silverpaw snorted and rolled her eyes.

Bluepaw continued. ‘’Alabasterpaw is gone. You don’t have to worry much about her, and I promise to protect the all of you.’’ He eyed Asterpaw first, his gaze lingering on her for the longest before he stared at Azulpaw, and back at Silverpaw, to Asterpaw. Azulpaw believed that Bluepaw would be there for him. He hoped they could go back to normal. To when everything was a fun game to them, but he knew it was too much to ask for, by a long chance. Yet, his heart felt a familiar pang of hurt, but he didn’t allow it to show on his expression. He smiled, brightly, hoping that they all had a good day to look forward to.

lone

March 21st, 2017, 03:28 PM

Azulpaw and Silverpaw didn’t walk that far away. In fact he was in too much pain in order to continue. Silverpaw didn’t mind. She sat with him, leaning onto him as a type of support. Azulpaw was glad to have her. He was truly was, and she came in the right amount of time. Before his time came to be, at least he thought. He dug his head deeper into Silverpaw’s shoulder, crying small tears. Silverpaw didn’t think he was crying until she felt a part of her pelt going damp. ‘’Zul...are you..? Crying?’’ It was hard to believe. Azulpaw never cried. Not in her presence, anyway. He was always headstrong, but he never cried. He was stubborn. He never cried. He was sarcastic. He never cried.

Yet, here he was. Drained of energy and crying.

‘’Why didn’t I keep my mouth shut?’’ He cried, quietly. ‘’Why didn’t I just walk away, and ignore her...it was so easy.’’

‘’Well, you were never the cat to walk away in the first place.’’ Silverpaw mused. ‘’You always had to speak you mind--one way or another.’’ She gave a light shrugged, but he continued to cling on her. His sniffling started, but his tears stayed silent. It was hard to grasp the idea that he were crying.

‘’What will happen to her? Alabasterpaw will hurt her.’’

‘’Alabasterpaw?’’ Silverpaw asked, confused. Had she met the cat before? She haven’t seen her around much, but she clearly remembered earlier about the she-cat that was interested in...Bluepaw. ‘’Woah, woah, woah, wait! Bluepaw had both of them?’’

Azulpaw bumped his head rough into her shoulder, emitting out a yelp from the silver bengal. ‘’A simply yes would have sufficed, thank you very much.’’ It was a question that shouldn’t have been voiced anyway. Especially about what was going on now. Azulpaw didn’t need to hear anything of the sort. However, what bothered Silverpaw the most was the fact that Asterpaw asked him why he did it. Wasn’t the answer simple enough? Though Azulpaw was heavily complexed, Silverpaw knew this much, and sometimes he had a complicated answer as to why he do a lot of things.

So, she asked him again. ‘’...Why did you do it?’’

‘’Do what?’’ The grey tom moaned. He did not feel like talking.

‘’Keep your mouth shut just to protect her. Willing yourself to die by the paws of...this sister of hers?’’ Silverpaw squinted her eyes and she looked down at the grey tom, who slightly brought his head up from her shoulder. It was the question he tried to forget; avoided to answer. He heard Asterpaw asked him it, but he didn’t want to answer it. He didn’t know why he was willing to die for a feline who hardly noticed him. He couldn’t bring himself to even answer the question himself.

He gave a light shrug. ‘’I care for her, deeply.’’

‘’That speech you said earlier stated differently,’’ Silverpaw rolled her eyes. ‘’It sounded like you were in love with her?’’ Her voice held a teasing mark, but she was serious. And curious.

‘’Love?’’ He spat as if he were disgusted. Love was a strong word. And a strong feeling. He didn’t deny he most likely had a little crush...but love? Wasn’t Silverpaw taking that term a bit far? ‘’No. I care for her very, very deeply.’’

‘’Isn’t caring for someone another term that says you love them?’’ Silverpaw tilted her head to the side, slightly. ‘’I mean, caring for someone is loving someone all the same. So, you do love her?’’

Azulpaw stared at the silver feline in annoyance. He gave a rough sigh before shaking his head. One point, she was right. Caring and loving. He didn’t know what the difference meant, but he knew that at some level they shared the same likeness. Yet, caring was a term that was light-weighted because the word love was such a sweet, hard word to say. To anyone. Azulpaw did care deeply for Asterpaw. But, he didn’t think he loved her. But didn’t he love her if he cared about her? Azulpaw shook his head to rid the thoughts. Silverpaw was making him confused, and that’s where he didn’t want to be. But he came to a conclusion anyway. He figured that he did love Asterpaw, but he didn’t have to love her in that way...yet at least. He loved her as a friend. He loved what she thought. He loved the tender moments that happens between them. He cared for her as a friend. He cared of what she thought. He cared for the tender moments that happens between them.

‘’If I say I love her will it make you shut up?’’ He answered the silver feline, sarcastically.

‘’I’m just asking a simple question!’’

‘’You’re voice is making my head hurt. I’m trying to-’’ He stopped talking as he heard a scream in the distance. It was Alabasterpaw, and he knew what was happening. His ears pinned to his head, as he emitted out a low hiss. ‘’I’m honestly tired of that rat-bag excuse of a cat.’’

Bluepaw nodded. ‘’Just don’t hurt her too badly, Alabasterpaw. Or I’m really coming for you.’’ He watched Alabasterpaw in action as he swiftly jumped away from her by the time Asterpaw reached him. He mustered a genuine-like smile, and he was ready to talk to her, but Alabasterpaw pulled her away, so he waited for the plan to be in action. While they were busy talking, he had to do a little talking of his own, so he slinked away, and hoped that he would be back just in time to carry out the plan.

As he made his way to that hill, he stared at Azulpaw and Silverpaw, a pang in his heart. He stood there, staring at them, boring his eyes into them as if he could delete them from the world, but he knew he didn’t have much time, so he bounded up to them. ‘’Oh, Azulpaw! I’m glad you’re okay!’’ He says, his voice filled with concern. ‘’Silverpaw was telling me how badly you were hurt, but I didn’t want to believe it!’’

Silverpaw couldn’t believe her ears! The lie this tom was telling? She got up to her paws, lashing her tail, ‘’But you said-’’

‘’I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you! I was looking for you everywhere, my brother!’’ Bluepaw shot Silverpaw a glare, unaware by Azulpaw. He bounded up to Azulpaw and gave him a quick friendly nuzzle. ‘’I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I promise to do better...I just...I feel like I’m in the dark.’’ His blue eyes flashed their evilness, yet his innocence took over as he stared at the other tom. ‘’Please, forgive me. Asterpaw came and I had to chase Alabasterpaw away! I know she did this, and I don’t know why, but don’t worry…’’ Bluepaw smiled brightly, and Azulpaw believed him for a long moment. He knew his brother, and he missed his brother. He would do anything to have him back. ‘’I will protect you for now on. I promise.’’ His eyes twinkled. Azulpaw may have fallen for it, but Silverpaw knew better. She would be keeping her eyes on him.

‘’I must go back...Asterpaw was with Alabasterpaw. I must go save her before Alabasterpaw do something serious to her.’’ And, the blue-eyed tom got up, trotting away. He ran back to his spot just in time. He saw Alabasterpaw, and he snickered her way, rolling his eyes. ‘’Ready to put this plan in action, darling?’’ He says, before he carried out his side of the plan.

The tom ran to the bush trap that Alabasterpaw had concocted. He wondered however did she learn to do such work, but grunted once he saw Asterpaw. ‘’Asterpaw! Are you in there! I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you at first, don’t worry I’ll get you out of here.’’ He used his fangs to try to tear the the trap apart, albeit he didn’t use much strength. As he toyed with the trap, his stared intently at Asterpaw--or as much as he could see her. ‘’It’s hard, Asterpaw. I’ll come back for you, I promise. But, first I need to handle that meddling sister of yours!’’ He scowled, and ran back over to Alabasterpaw. A new look entered his face. A devious one as he half-lidded his eyes, unsheathing his claws. He looked back up at the white feline.

‘’Time to give chase.’’ Was all he said before he began running her out of the territory. He couldn’t deny how much fun he was having with both sisters. Who knew he could be such a greedy cat?

After hearing Bluepaw’s words, Azulpaw forced himself to follow the other tom with Silverpaw in tow. As they reached the bottom, Azulpaw watched as Bluepaw chased Alabasterpaw away--his heart became regular again. He was content for now, but he couldn’t see Asterpaw. He remembered that Bluepaw told him that the blue cat was trapped. Where was she trapped? Silverpaw answered that question by nodding her head towards a bush. ‘’It’s well made. I’ll admit, but I think we can get her out.’’ The silver feline says, going up to it with a limping Azulpaw.

‘’Asterpaw!’’ Azulpaw called, making sure she were in there. Silverpaw outstretched her sharp claws, and with one swipe she tore out a large enough hole for the blue cat to come out. ‘’See? That simple when you have claws as sharp as mine.’’

‘’I’m glad you’re here then.’’ Azulpaw smiled. He then turned back to Asterpaw, his ears against his head. ‘’Are you okay? It’s all my fault. My big mouth and I don’t know how to shut up. I-I-I...should’ve kept my distance.’’ He turned slightly away to not look at her.

Bluepaw came back just in time. He growled inwardly because he was suppose to be the one saving her. He was suppose to be the knight in shining armor. Why was Azulpaw faster than him? Even if he was beaten down a couple knotches? However, the tom kept his cool, and he brushed himself alongside the blue cat, tenderly nuzzling her. ‘’I’m sorry. I tried to set you free, and I’m happy that my friends were here to save you.’’

Silverpaw snorted and rolled her eyes.

Bluepaw continued. ‘’Alabasterpaw is gone. You don’t have to worry much about her, and I promise to protect the all of you.’’ He eyed Asterpaw first, his gaze lingering on her for the longest before he stared at Azulpaw, and back at Silverpaw, to Asterpaw. Azulpaw believed that Bluepaw would be there for him. He hoped they could go back to normal. To when everything was a fun game to them, but he knew it was too much to ask for, by a long chance. Yet, his heart felt a familiar pang of hurt, but he didn’t allow it to show on his expression. He smiled, brightly, hoping that they all had a good day to look forward to.
Asterpaw stayed completely still. Her sister had shut her in a bush? "Great. I've been arguing all day, sun's going down, and I'm stuck in a bush. Wonderful." She mewed in a low voice, getting to her paws. Alabasterpaw had planned her attack well-- she had disabled her paw, and she didn't feel like getting up right now. What fun. Her sister was really a devious cat, she had learned that by now...but why hadn't Alabasterpaw just finished her off? What had she meant 'saving you?' This most certainly was not saving her. If anything it was killing her, not to mention the fact that she had been too blind to see that her sister was doing this. But what was her plan? Alabasterpaw had never done anything like this before, what had happened? Whatever had been going on, she had just been trapped in a bush and she was angry about it. The tip of her tail swished among the dead leaves and she stared up at the sky through the cracks in the branches.
The white feline stood completely still. True; she didn't like shutting her sister away like that, after all, Asterpaw hadn't done anything wrong...to her knowledge. She was jealous that the blue she cat was getting all of the attention, and she didn't like the fact that she didn't even realize it. Was she dumb enough to think that she could get away with not falling for either one? She must be crazy. She must be absolutely crazy if she thought that she would be able to escape the coils of love forever. And if she does...well...more toms for me. The white she cat thought with a shrug. She could see what Bluepaw was doing. Playing both of them, hunting her as easily as if she were a piece of prey...he truly did love Asterpaw. Or was it just an obsession with her? She wasn't quite sure, not being an expert on everything as she liked to believe.
　
Asterpaw groaned, rolling over onto her other side. One was sore from Alabasterpaw butting her in it so hard...did she really feel that was necessary? Probably not, but she was sure her sister had had fun doing it anyways. How long until someone came? Bluepaw still wasn't there. Where was that tom, anyways? She would have thought that he would have come looking for her by now. Things were slowly going from bad to worse, and this was a living nightmare for her. The one thing she had never thought was possible. Something that she hadn't wanted to happen...what was going on? What was happening here, anyways? In one day, things had changed. Two toms and a little silver she cat had turned her world upside down, inside out, and all around messed it up. But why?
　
Why had they done it? What's happening to Alli? She thought. Technically this was all her sister's fault...it was Alabasterpaw's fault that they had met the toms. It was her sister's fault for hurting Azulpaw. It was her sister's fault for breaking Bluepaw's heart. It was her sister's fault that she was in here now. Everything, all of this...it was all Alabasterpaw's fault, and the worst part was that Asterpaw didn't know how to fix it. Her whole life she had 'fixed' things that Alabasterpaw had messed up, but this time? She didn't even have a clue on how to start fixing things up with Bluepaw, Azulpaw, and-- what was that she cat's name again?-- Silverpaw, she thought. How could she fix this? The she cat flung herself against the branches of the bush in frustration, as though she could break through them easily.
　
Alabasterpaw loved chaos. It might seem strange for a feline who loved to have everything in place and constantly had her head in the clouds, but it was the truth. Chaos was everything for the she cat...or at least, when it was in others' lives it was. And right now she was loving seeing Asterpaw and Azulpaw struggling to figure out what they wanted...as far as she knew, it could be moons before Asterpaw figured out what Azulpaw's actual feelings were. And until then, I get to sit back and enjoy the cause. She thought. Oh, she was very glad that she had approached the cats earlier that morning. She would just have to be sure and stay on Bluepaw's good-partner side now...she didn't want that tail that had knocked Azulpaw over just hours before aimed at her. And besides that, it would mess up her fur if the tom knocked her over! Didn't he know that? Of course he did. He would probably do it on purpose, just to spite her.
　
And wouldn't that be just lovely. I should perfect my sarcasm. After all, some toms like a fiery female. She thought with a purr rumbling in her throat as she lifted one seemingly delicate white paw and began to gingerly clean it. It would be a while before Bluepaw was 'able' to get Asterpaw out...she had made sure of that when she had gone over it with him. She watched the bush shaking, imagining that Asterpaw was attempting to find a way out...good luck with that, my beloved sister, she thought with a purr as she watched the three cats talking. Apparantly he was attempting to regain their trust by talking about some...random thing. She didn't care. This wouldn't involve her, she was already too far gone to get either one's trust back...but at least she was grateful that they weren't talking about her...as far as she knew.
With a hiss of anger, Asterpaw flung herself against the branches again. They shuddered, shaking as though they were going to break...and then stopped. Of course they wouldn't break. Alabasterpaw had made sure that they were reinforced, hadn't she? And yet they looked flimsy as well, like she could cut through them with a single slash of her claws. Getting ready to unsheath them, she crouched down, and then yelped as she remembered her hurt paw. Alli knew what she was doing, I'll give her that, she thought begrudgingly. How could her sister do something so hateful and horrible? Unless, of course, she was just a hateful, horrible cat. Somehow that seemed more satisfactory then the alternative which was that Alabasterpaw had a good reason for doing this. There was no good reason to shut your sister up in a bush. To torture another cat. To act as though you knew it all, and were a stupid jerk in the process. Of course there wasn't a good reason for that.
　
Her ears perked up as she heard a familiar voice-- Bluepaw's. For a moment she had thought it might be Azulpaw...but no, she knew it wouldn't be. He was too hurt to come all the way down that hill. Of course it would be Bluepaw, why wouldn't it be? It was always him. He was always protecting her. And...I guess I should be grateful. She thought, putting on a smile as she lifted her head. She hated this trap. The flimsy branches that she had been covered with had broken easily, as soon as she had thrust herself against them, but the ones that Alabasterpaw had put up in front of the bush? Not as easily. I wonder how she came up with this clever idea. Asterpaw thought, sarcasm even in her thoughts as she looked through the cracks between the branches to see Bluepaw's familiar face. "Yeah, I'm here! Thanks for trying, Bluepaw," She purred as best she could, putting on a smile.
　
After all, the more she praised him, the more natural it would be in later moons. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to stay with him, to right what her sister had wronged...but what if it wasn't right? She sincerely doubted that she would be able to fix this whole thing. Especially with the new developments in what was happening. "Okay, but please-- don't hurt her. I'll deal with her myself once I get out of here." She mewed, speaking the last part in a harsher tone then the first. She really did want to be the one to deal with Alabasterpaw, though she knew that Bluepaw, with all his strength, was probably more suited for the job. She didn't want her sister to get badly hurt, though. Who would? Even after everything Alabasterpaw had done, even after everything that Asterpaw was sure she would do...she still cared about her. Alabasterpaw was her sister. Her half-sister, but what did that matter? They were family. And family needed to look out for each other, no matter what one member might do to another. Did she really care, anyways? Not particuarly, no. But maybe someday...somehow...things would change between her and Alabasterpaw, and she would be able to fully forgive her sister. Maybe her sister would be able to fully forgive her.
　
Alabasterpaw played her part well, darting off into the shadows with Bluepaw in fast pursuit. Once she had reached the far edge of them, she glared at the tom and motioned for him to go back. If he didn't hurry, Asterpaw might figure a way to get herself out...if she knew anything about her sister, it was that even though Asterpaw might be hurt, she was still the same cat. Which meant that she would have the same amount of stamina as she always had... and she would definitely be able to get out of there if that was the case. A shudder went down the she cat's spine, but she hid it well. Things were going to be okay. At least, she could hope so. She crouched down in the shadows and watched from a distance.
　
Asterpaw's ears pricked up. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so happy to hear another cat. "You realize you're the second cat seeing if I'm in here today, don't you?" She asked in a half teasing voice, although she sounded relieved at the same time. She saw a flash of silver and in the next minute, she was springing through the hole-- literally-- and the next wincing as she landed. Need to remember Alli stepped on my paw...she thought, lifting it up just as quickly. "Well, Alli decided she wanted to rearrange the bones in my paw...at least it feels like that...but otherwise I'm fine." She shrugged, lifting her paw up again as she placed it on the ground. Wonderful. She thought, furrowing her brow angrily before giving a confused look in his direction. "It's not your fault. Your big mouth's, maybe, but not yours. And don't worry-- I'll give you a nice long talk on knowing when to stop talking." She mewed, with a smile that seemed to become less vibrant almost as soon as Bluepaw reapproached. She cared about the tom, certainly...but sometimes it seemed as though he was just trying too hard.
　
"Yeah, me too. It's alright, Bluepaw-- don't blame yourself, really." She mewed, smiling uncertainly as he brushed up against her. It was going to be a while before she could really figure out what to do with his attention and how to limit it to the point where it was able to be dealt with...because honestly, how could one cat foster so much attention for another? She didn't get it. Unless, of course, you're Alabasterpaw. She thought with a snort. At least Alabasterpaw was gone now. She was glad Bluepaw had chased her off. But... her sister would be back, that much she was sure of. She knew that Alabasterpaw wasn't a cat to give up, and if she had her mind set on hurting Azulpaw...she was going to do it until she was satisfied, no more, and no less. At least now it seemed like things were, in fact, going to go their way for once. Maybe Bluepaw was going to actually be nice and refrain from attacking Silverpaw...or Azulpaw, though she still didn't see a reason for either. Maybe now things were going to start looking up.

SuspiciousMindz

March 21st, 2017, 04:40 PM

Suspiciousmindz

Aspenflash padded further onto the training plateau, his usually-impressive posture weak with grief. His bushy tail drooped behind him, as if he just didn't care anymore, and his dull gaze was locked on the ground before him. He dragged his paws across the surface of the plateau, and his head sagged sadly. He hadn't been himself since a majority of his kin passed away, and his change of personality was more than noticeable.

He glanced over his shoulder, searching for his apprentice, What was it..? Coconutpaw, yes! He had briefly interacted with the young she-cat in the camp when he warned her that they'd share a training session, but since they left camp, he hadn't spoken a word - he couldn't bring himself to. He wasn't particularly good with younger felines - kits, apprentices, young warriors - as they constantly reminded him of what he had lost.

Finally, the tall tomcat came to a complete halt, spinning around to face his apprentice. His features were grim, his yellow-green hues sorrowful, but he put effort towards his posture. He refused to ruin Coconutpaw's apprenticeship because he couldn't hide his grief. Apprentice-young warrior are the most important times of a cat's life as they learn who they are within those moons. She would remember these moons when her muzzle was graying, and kits pawed at her for a story. Many elders share a time of when they were young, normally before they reached 25 moons. Now, he let his height reach its full potential, his head raised and his tail swung behind him.

Only now did he contemplate what he would teach Coconutpaw - would they try hunting? No, he wasn't in the mood for that. Would they explore the territory? No, there was nothing interesting within their borders. The only thing Aspenflash would show his apprentice would be the Dusk Syndicate border. That's it! SkyClan and the Dusk Syndicate haven't been getting along well, and if he were to take Coconutpaw on a border patrol... What if a fight broke out? She wouldn't be capable of defending herself! Yes, fighting it is.

``Today, I will teach you to fight. SkyClan and the Dusk Syndicate have not been getting along well, and you need to know how to defend yourself if you were to run into one of them,`` His tone was gruff. ``We'll start easy - this is the paw swipe.`` Aspenflash quickly demonstrated, flashing his forepaw out. ``Just... swipe your paw - there's truly no going wrong with this move. And no claws - there will never be unsheathed claws in training. Unsheathed claws are for battle.``

Coconutpaw was following Aspenflash, of course with a tail length of distance. The she-cat was still in her cautious stages, having not been able to outgrow it yet. She had just been made an apprentice and therefore, she was still learning that she can't constantly be cautious about everything. It made battle training today sound scary despite most apprentice dying to do it. Of course, Coconutpaw was still determined to show Aspenflash that she was a worthy apprentice.

As the trotted along -- to keep up with larger warrior's strides -- her fluffy tortoiseshell pelt bounced with her gait. Her tail swished to and fro behind her, however her yellow hues were darting around and her ears were swirling around, clearing watching her surroundings more than where she was walking. She'd only been out in the territory once before and it was terrifying. She had believed there was a fox or a badger around every turn, or that a Dusk Syndicate cat was in every shadow and behind every tree. Coconutpaw was a little more skittish than she probably should be. Once again, she simply hadn't outgrown it yet, with time and Aspenflash's training, she was grow up to be a formidable warrior just like her mother, Almondfall.

When they came to the training plateau, Coconutpaw stopped in her tracks before Aspenflash and listened to him. She knew of the tension from the Dusk Syndicate and all the murders that had been happening to her clan since they came to this new territory. It disheartened her to hear that this was the reason for their early on battle training. Although Coconutpaw didn't complain and didn't show signs that she didn't want to do this. Giving her mentor a small nod, she flashed her paw outwards a few times, claws sheathed, and then looked towards Aspenflash for approval. Thankfully, this wasn't a move she would ever hesitate in doing. "Now what?"

AbsurdJinx

March 25th, 2017, 12:46 PM

Coconutpaw was following Aspenflash, of course with a tail length of distance. The she-cat was still in her cautious stages, having not been able to outgrow it yet. She had just been made an apprentice and therefore, she was still learning that she can't constantly be cautious about everything. It made battle training today sound scary despite most apprentice dying to do it. Of course, Coconutpaw was still determined to show Aspenflash that she was a worthy apprentice.

As the trotted along -- to keep up with larger warrior's strides -- her fluffy tortoiseshell pelt bounced with her gait. Her tail swished to and fro behind her, however her yellow hues were darting around and her ears were swirling around, clearing watching her surroundings more than where she was walking. She'd only been out in the territory once before and it was terrifying. She had believed there was a fox or a badger around every turn, or that a Dusk Syndicate cat was in every shadow and behind every tree. Coconutpaw was a little more skittish than she probably should be. Once again, she simply hadn't outgrown it yet, with time and Aspenflash's training, she was grow up to be a formidable warrior just like her mother, Almondfall.

When they came to the training plateau, Coconutpaw stopped in her tracks before Aspenflash and listened to him. She knew of the tension from the Dusk Syndicate and all the murders that had been happening to her clan since they came to this new territory. It disheartened her to hear that this was the reason for their early on battle training. Although Coconutpaw didn't complain and didn't show signs that she didn't want to do this. Giving her mentor a small nod, she flashed her paw outwards a few times, claws sheathed, and then looked towards Aspenflash for approval. Thankfully, this wasn't a move she would ever hesitate in doing. "Now what?"

In approval, Aspenflash sent Coconutpaw both a nod and a small smile. It was obvious she wasn't enthusiastic about the fighting session, and he assumed it was due to the reasoning to their training - the Dusk Syndicate. Honestly, he wasn't very eager to teach the young molly to fight as he wanted to keep her from the harsh reality of life for just a little longer. He didn't want Coconutpaw to be yet another victim of reality.

``I want you to dodge my attack.`` His voice was stern and serious, a reminder that the session was not to be looked at otherwise. Without awaiting a response, Aspenflash glided forward. His gaze was locked on Coconutpaw's left shoulder, but secretly, his true aim would be her right flank. With this technique, he would teach her not to trust the opponent's eyes, and perhaps, to expect anything. Anything could happen on the battlefield, and he didn't want her to learn that the hard way.

He made certain to appear intimidating, his ears folded back and his sharp teeth bared. His claws, however, were safely sheathed, and he would never use his teeth in training.

SuspiciousMindz

March 25th, 2017, 03:52 PM

In approval, Aspenflash sent Coconutpaw both a nod and a small smile. It was obvious she wasn't enthusiastic about the fighting session, and he assumed it was due to the reasoning to their training - the Dusk Syndicate. Honestly, he wasn't very eager to teach the young molly to fight as he wanted to keep her from the harsh reality of life for just a little longer. He didn't want Coconutpaw to be yet another victim of reality.

``I want you to dodge my attack.`` His voice was stern and serious, a reminder that the session was not to be looked at otherwise. Without awaiting a response, Aspenflash glided forward. His gaze was locked on Coconutpaw's left shoulder, but secretly, his true aim would be her right flank. With this technique, he would teach her not to trust the opponent's eyes, and perhaps, to expect anything. Anything could happen on the battlefield, and he didn't want her to learn that the hard way.

He made certain to appear intimidating, his ears folded back and his sharp teeth bared. His claws, however, were safely sheathed, and he would never use his teeth in training.

Coconutpaw's hues widened a bit at the sudden command. She didn't know how! What was she supposed to do? Guess? Maybe. "Bu- But.." she didn't have time to ask questions, Aspenflash was already approaching her looking fierce despite it being a training session. She'd never actually encountered a mean-looking cat until and flattened her ears. Coconutpaw's gaze lined up with his and she realized he was looking at her left side. She couldn't pinpoint where on her left side, but she knew she needed to dive right to avoid it. Was this how you were supposed to pick a spot? Stare at it instead of watching your opponent? She took a deep breath.

No time to think. No time to think! she started panicking mentally. She was one to think things through. Of course with time and practice she'd learn to think about the fight during the fight and not before someone made a move. She'd be able to picture the move in her head before she did. Right now, she couldn't -- or at least she didn't know she could -- and it made her stress out. She fluffed out her tortoiseshell pelt and narrowed her yellow hues. The moment she thought he was about to lunge at her, she dove to her right. Bad timing.

AbsurdJinx

March 27th, 2017, 03:24 PM

Coconutpaw's hues widened a bit at the sudden command. She didn't know how! What was she supposed to do? Guess? Maybe. "Bu- But.." she didn't have time to ask questions, Aspenflash was already approaching her looking fierce despite it being a training session. She'd never actually encountered a mean-looking cat until and flattened her ears. Coconutpaw's gaze lined up with his and she realized he was looking at her left side. She couldn't pinpoint where on her left side, but she knew she needed to dive right to avoid it. Was this how you were supposed to pick a spot? Stare at it instead of watching your opponent? She took a deep breath.

No time to think. No time to think! she started panicking mentally. She was one to think things through. Of course with time and practice she'd learn to think about the fight during the fight and not before someone made a move. She'd be able to picture the move in her head before she did. Right now, she couldn't -- or at least she didn't know she could -- and it made her stress out. She fluffed out her tortoiseshell pelt and narrowed her yellow hues. The moment she thought he was about to lunge at her, she dove to her right. Bad timing.

When Coconutpaw dodged to the right, Aspenflash mentally yowled `no`. But she was too young, too inexperienced to know how to properly react. That was why he was there - to teach her wrong from right. He started slow - letting himself stare at a certain place where he would aim. He felt she was too new for him to remove his gaze from that area. When she learned his stare was a trick - that's when he'd up the levels.

He was filled with approval when Coconutpaw fluffed her fur and narrowed her eyes. The squinting of her eyes made her appear ready for battle, and her bushy fur made her look larger than she truly was. Aspenflash swiftly sped to her right side where he planned to bowl into her.

SuspiciousMindz

March 29th, 2017, 10:34 PM

When Coconutpaw dodged to the right, Aspenflash mentally yowled `no`. But she was too young, too inexperienced to know how to properly react. That was why he was there - to teach her wrong from right. He started slow - letting himself stare at a certain place where he would aim. He felt she was too new for him to remove his gaze from that area. When she learned his stare was a trick - that's when he'd up the levels.

He was filled with approval when Coconutpaw fluffed her fur and narrowed her eyes. The squinting of her eyes made her appear ready for battle, and her bushy fur made her look larger than she truly was. Aspenflash swiftly sped to her right side where he planned to bowl into her.

As Coconutpaw dodged to the right, she immediately felt her mentor's body run into hers. With a huff and a small grunt, she felt herself on the ground with his weight on top of her. Well I failed that, she scolded herself mentally, a small amount of sadness filling her yellow gaze. The tortoiseshell waited for Aspenflash to get off her before she rose back to her paws and stood looking defeated. "What did I do wrong?" she asked, scoffing the ground before her, the mushy dirt flinging across the plateau. "I don't understand, was that a trick? Will it always be like that?" the questions left her mouth quickly. That was a typical thing for her. She always asked questions and didn't tend to stop until they were all answered.

graves

June 15th, 2017, 11:16 PM

Starfall

June 17th, 2017, 02:58 PM

starfall tawny~

Arrowpaw had only come out to train with these cats because it made him less nervous. And for the fact he was to nice to say no. The overall presence of Hummingpaw made him nervous, often looking towards the ground as they were walking towards the training place. They mentioned combat training which didnt help with the toms nerves. He hated combat. He always tripped up over himself and messed up during combat training, paws wobbly out of nervousness when other cats were around. He wished Ploverpaw were here. The tom always made him feel better, nerves gone in thin air. He always felt comfortable and confident around him. He was his safe blanket. What grounded him. He looked up from the ground.
how annoying. The young tom turned to look at his two companions, annoyance danced in his green orbs. He had plans this evening, he was going to shkw his sister the seastones, but then he was ordered tk come and train with these two nit-wits, it annoyed him. Hummingpaw rolled his eyes at arrowpaws nervousness, the older apprentice annoyed him more than anything, his lack of self confidence, his closed off body languags, all of it made the younger tom want to claw him "hey!" He snapped at the tabby "quit being so pitiful and come attaxk me" he growled, his tail lashed behind him.

seasalt

June 21st, 2017, 08:23 PM

starfall tawny~
Arrowpaw had only come out to train with these cats because it made him less nervous. And for the fact he was to nice to say no. The overall presence of Hummingpaw made him nervous, often looking towards the ground as they were walking towards the training place. They mentioned combat training which didn't help with the toms nerves. He hated combat. He always tripped up over himself and messed up during combat training, paws wobbly out of nervousness when other cats were around. He wished Ploverpaw were here. The tom always made him feel better, nerves gone in thin air. He always felt comfortable and confident around him. He was his safe blanket. What grounded him. He looked up from the ground.
»«
(What Airpaw is gonna say in the future, is gonna hurt ;w; )
Airpaw was actually, quite excited to train, she was pumped, a very aggressive & excited expression on her face, more most of it was aggressive, but it wasn't mean, just an action-ready expression, to say the least of Airpaw. The solid gray munchkin's ears twitching, looking at Arrowpaw, brows narrowed as she stared at him, noticing something. He seemed nervous, great. That was annoying. Very annoying. Why were they so nervous? Battle training was very fun! Well... it was just her opinion. But honestly, she was too excited and annoyed to care about opinions at the moment. It's not like it matters, really, for the munchkin cat. Airpaw glanced at Hummingpaw, tail flicking. This was about to get good. Real good. The battle scarred apprentice watched, and waited for Arrowpaw to start. This was going to be an interesting battle training session, Airpaw knew that very well. It was in the air. Right.

graves

June 25th, 2017, 09:56 AM

»«
(What Airpaw is gonna say in the future, is gonna hurt ;w; )
Airpaw was actually, quite excited to train, she was pumped, a very aggressive & excited expression on her face, more most of it was aggressive, but it wasn't mean, just an action-ready expression, to say the least of Airpaw. The solid gray munchkin's ears twitching, looking at Arrowpaw, brows narrowed as she stared at him, noticing something. He seemed nervous, great. That was annoying. Very annoying. Why were they so nervous? Battle training was very fun! Well... it was just her opinion. But honestly, she was too excited and annoyed to care about opinions at the moment. It's not like it matters, really, for the munchkin cat. Airpaw glanced at Hummingpaw, tail flicking. This was about to get good. Real good. The battle scarred apprentice watched, and waited for Arrowpaw to start. This was going to be an interesting battle training session, Airpaw knew that very well. It was in the air. Right.

starfall

Arrowpaw looked at both of the cats with wide eyes. They wanted him to attempt to fight? Him? He was small, thin almost to the bone, low to the ground and rather nervous. Its just how he was as a cat. In reality h was actually very tall, taller then an average warrior and had long legs and limbs, but due to nervousness he arched his body low to the ground most of the time. Wide green eyes looked towards Hummingpaw as he challenged him. If he didnt give it a shot they would never let it down. Crouching, he balanced himself and pounced in Hummings direction.

oats

July 4th, 2017, 03:31 AM

Fenris
( sorry for the short length!! )
Ploverpaw was certainly excited— and not in the usual way. This was rip-roaring, heady excitement, and adrenaline was thrumming through his veins. Sure, it was just a normal thing, following the agreement for a new mentor to take him on, but this would be their first actual meeting; their first training session. His long fur was on edge, small claws already unsheathed, and there was a bright look in his eyes. The splotched apprentice was painfully aware of how he was bouncing around like a squirrel, but today was a good day; Hazelcloud supported the change, and if she did, then he was overjoyed to finally see Pigeonfeather. With his tail held high like one of the many trees scattered about his clan's territory, Ploverpaw waited expectantly for the molly to show herself.

Panic

July 12th, 2017, 11:28 AM

oats

July 12th, 2017, 12:36 PM

[wow. most of my posts are shorter than this...]

Pigeonfeather padded into the plateau, spotting Ploverpaw and moving towards him. He seems excited... Good! I am too. "Ploverpaw, right? Pleased to meet you!"

( haha, its fine!! just make sure you let me know if things get a little too long-winded or whatever :0! )
"Hey," he mewed, quirking his head ever so slightly as he approached her, giving her a friendly nudge to the shoulder with his nose. The tip of Ploverpaw's tail curled like a question mark, and he nodded in acknowledgement of the fact that she'd gotten his name right. "Nice t' meet you too! How's the prey run?"
He mostly was interested in getting to know Pigeonfeather, seeing as she'd be guiding him through most of his life now. Although she was young— he could scent that much— she seemed to hold an air of competence that he wanted to learn the source of. Having just hit his sixth moon, he was eager and ready to learn, and swiftly followed up her answer with a question he'd been musing since he discovered what an apprentice was:
"When'll we be starting training?"

Panic

July 12th, 2017, 12:41 PM

( haha, its fine!! just make sure you let me know if things get a little too long-winded or whatever :0! )
"Hey," he mewed, quirking his head ever so slightly as he approached her, giving her a friendly nudge to the shoulder with his nose. The tip of Ploverpaw's tail curled like a question mark, and he nodded in acknowledgement of the fact that she'd gotten his name right. "Nice t' meet you too! How's the prey run?"
He mostly was interested in getting to know Pigeonfeather, seeing as she'd be guiding him through most of his life now. Although she was young— he could scent that much— she seemed to hold an air of competence that he wanted to learn the source of. Having just hit his sixth moon, he was eager and ready to learn, and swiftly followed up her answer with a question he'd been musing since he discovered what an apprentice was:
"When'll we be starting training?"

[i don't mind long posts- don't worry!]
"Heh heh, prey's been pretty good recently!" She tilted her head a little, and smiled. "I think for today, I'll take you through the territory. Tomorrow, we'll start with hunting here in the hollow- but you should get comfortable with our territory." She smiled again, turning towards the exit. "Ready to go?"

oats

July 15th, 2017, 01:18 PM

[i don't mind long posts- don't worry!]
"Heh heh, prey's been pretty good recently!" She tilted her head a little, and smiled. "I think for today, I'll take you through the territory. Tomorrow, we'll start with hunting here in the hollow- but you should get comfortable with our territory." She smiled again, turning towards the exit. "Ready to go?"
He nodded, beaming again. "'F course! Just lead the way." It wasn't much, but he hoped his eagerness would do something to help his mentor to like him better.

Panic

July 15th, 2017, 06:25 PM

He nodded, beaming again. "'F course! Just lead the way." It wasn't much, but he hoped his eagerness would do something to help his mentor to like him better.

[should we move to the territory? i'll mention you there.]

Pigeonfeather smiled at his eagerness, and padded out of the training area,
angling towards the territory.

Starfall

July 31st, 2017, 05:25 PM

starfall

Arrowpaw looked at both of the cats with wide eyes. They wanted him to attempt to fight? Him? He was small, thin almost to the bone, low to the ground and rather nervous. Its just how he was as a cat. In reality h was actually very tall, taller then an average warrior and had long legs and limbs, but due to nervousness he arched his body low to the ground most of the time. Wide green eyes looked towards Hummingpaw as he challenged him. If he didnt give it a shot they would never let it down. Crouching, he balanced himself and pounced in Hummings direction.
»«
(What Airpaw is gonna say in the future, is gonna hurt ;w; )
Airpaw was actually, quite excited to train, she was pumped, a very aggressive & excited expression on her face, more most of it was aggressive, but it wasn't mean, just an action-ready expression, to say the least of Airpaw. The solid gray munchkin's ears twitching, looking at Arrowpaw, brows narrowed as she stared at him, noticing something. He seemed nervous, great. That was annoying. Very annoying. Why were they so nervous? Battle training was very fun! Well... it was just her opinion. But honestly, she was too excited and annoyed to care about opinions at the moment. It's not like it matters, really, for the munchkin cat. Airpaw glanced at Hummingpaw, tail flicking. This was about to get good. Real good. The battle scarred apprentice watched, and waited for Arrowpaw to start. This was going to be an interesting battle training session, Airpaw knew that very well. It was in the air. Right.

The spotted apprentices green optics never wavered off of Arrowpaws crouching fourm, the green hues blazed with challenge. He knew just how...wimpy the older apprentice was, almost motherlike in all honesty. Just thinking of that ticked off the smaller, younger apprentice. The tom licked his maw when he saw the tabby readying himself. When the older apprentice linged forward Hummingpaw crouched and shot forward himself, enabling him to headbut the tabby in the chest, although this unbalanced the spotted apprentice himself as well. The apprentice tumbled backwards a bit, but he was only on his back for a second before he rolled over and picked himself up, his tail lashing behind him. "What kind of attack was that? Pathetic! Try again, maybe this time you should actually try." he said. Hummingpaw never liked weak cats, they ticked him off, especially the ones who were training to be Warriors. "You're better of becoming a Queen than being a warrior." he stated as he lifted his head and looked down at Arrowpaw. He then turned his attention to Airpaw and narrowed his eyes "Let's see you give it a go." he said, motioning in the direction of the tabby "Might as well have fun while I'm here against my will." he hissed beneath his breath. He really didn't wish to be here, he wanted to be out by the Seastones talking to the loner him and two other Warriors bumped into the other day, she was much more entertaining than this, that and he was learning more when he wasn't with her than he is now. "We'll start you off easier I suppose, you'll fight Airpaw." he said to the older apprentice, his ears flicked as he gave his statement.

seasalt

August 3rd, 2017, 07:48 PM

The spotted apprentices green optics never wavered off of Arrowpaws crouching fourm, the green hues blazed with challenge. He knew just how...wimpy the older apprentice was, almost motherlike in all honesty. Just thinking of that ticked off the smaller, younger apprentice. The tom licked his maw when he saw the tabby readying himself. When the older apprentice linged forward Hummingpaw crouched and shot forward himself, enabling him to headbut the tabby in the chest, although this unbalanced the spotted apprentice himself as well. The apprentice tumbled backwards a bit, but he was only on his back for a second before he rolled over and picked himself up, his tail lashing behind him. "What kind of attack was that? Pathetic! Try again, maybe this time you should actually try." he said. Hummingpaw never liked weak cats, they ticked him off, especially the ones who were training to be Warriors. "You're better of becoming a Queen than being a warrior." he stated as he lifted his head and looked down at Arrowpaw. He then turned his attention to Airpaw and narrowed his eyes "Let's see you give it a go." he said, motioning in the direction of the tabby "Might as well have fun while I'm here against my will." he hissed beneath his breath. He really didn't wish to be here, he wanted to be out by the Seastones talking to the loner him and two other Warriors bumped into the other day, she was much more entertaining than this, that and he was learning more when he wasn't with her than he is now. "We'll start you off easier I suppose, you'll fight Airpaw." he said to the older apprentice, his ears flicked as he gave his statement.

woly
That was disappointing. Really, disappointing. And stupid to watch, very stupid to watch. It was almost embarrassing to watch. This apprentice was terrible at this! Why did she even agree to this? Oh, right. She had looked forward to battle training, and thought this was a great idea. But all they had was a wimpy apprentice. At least Hummingpaw had standards, and was good at this. The older scarred apprentice scoffed to herself, she agreed with how pathetic the move was. Reaally pathetic. Airpaw thought in irritation. Like really, the lunge was lopsided and absolutely terrible. She nodded in agreement at Hummingpaw's statements, they were pathetic, and truly better at becoming a queen. They weren't even a she cat. She was also interested in Hummingpaw. And Arrowpaw irritated her, disappointed her, at how wimpy they were. And, Hummingpaw was, maybe a little cute. Well, she was still excited to battle training. Honestly, that's the only thing that kept her from running off back to camp. And maybe because she was interested on how this was going to go. And... other things. Airpaw twitched an ear. Great. "Alright," Her tail flicked as she got into position, rolling her eyes. "This is going to be easy." She mewed, eyes narrowed as she studied the wimpy apprentice. Oh yes, this is going to be so easy.

~Vixen~

August 12th, 2017, 04:56 PM

Lostpaw forced a stutter," O-Okay. T-Though...I-I really am a bad fighter. I'm p-pretty use t-to my m-mentor g-going easy on me." She meowed, lying (Do we move to the training center?)

(yeah)

he chuckled "Dont try fooling me Lostpaw, Your mentor tells me what a good fighter you are, But even if you are good everyone needs work" he said calmly

Mango

August 12th, 2017, 05:02 PM

(yeah)

he chuckled "Dont try fooling me Lostpaw, Your mentor tells me what a good fighter you are, But even if you are good everyone needs work" he said calmly
Lostpaw shook her head softly," U-Uhh...n-n-no I-I'm no fighter. M-my mentor likes c-complemententing me excessively." She mewoed she wasn't lying, she simply didn't think she was good enough, ever. Even though she often returned limping with a bloody nose and scratches, she still thought she wasn't a good enough fighter.

~Vixen~

August 12th, 2017, 05:16 PM

Lostpaw shook her head softly," U-Uhh...n-n-no I-I'm no fighter. M-my mentor likes c-complemententing me excessively." She mewoed she wasn't lying, she simply didn't think she was good enough, ever. Even though she often returned limping with a bloody nose and scratches, she still thought she wasn't a good enough fighter.

"Well lets test that, Lostpaw you need to be more confident in your abilities or you will never be a good warrior" he said softly

Mango

August 12th, 2017, 09:21 PM

"Well lets test that, Lostpaw you need to be more confident in your abilities or you will never be a good warrior" he said softly
Lostpaw softly meowed firmly and without a studder,"There is no such thing as a good warrior, there is such thing as a decent warrior, but not a good warrior." She meowed He must be stuck up if he thinks he's a good warrior.

~Vixen~

August 13th, 2017, 07:05 AM

Lostpaw softly meowed firmly and without a studder,"There is no such thing as a good warrior, there is such thing as a decent warrior, but not a good warrior." She meowed He must be stuck up if he thinks he's a good warrior.

"now anyway" he mumbled "Our ancestors were good warriors, Most of them anyway, but warriors now are just decent" he agreed solumly "If you want to be a Decent warrior then you must be confident in your abilities" he comented getting into a fighting stance. "Begin" he instructed

Mango

August 13th, 2017, 04:29 PM

"now anyway" he mumbled "Our ancestors were good warriors, Most of them anyway, but warriors now are just decent" he agreed solumly "If you want to be a Decent warrior then you must be confident in your abilities" he comented getting into a fighting stance. "Begin" he instructed
Lostpaw lept off the wall and went fly into the air, tearing her claw. As she hooked her tail on a tree limp before springing her hind legs off the tree releasing her tail and slamming her paws down on the warrior. (I'll leave some defense time. Considering she was obvious yet high force.)

~Vixen~

August 13th, 2017, 05:27 PM

Lostpaw lept off the wall and went fly into the air, tearing her claw. As she hooked her tail on a tree limp before springing her hind legs off the tree releasing her tail and slamming her paws down on the warrior. (I'll leave some defense time. Considering she was obvious yet high force.)

thinking quickly he fell onto his back and put his paws above him so when she landed on him he kicked up pushing her up, using the force he twisted around and leapt over to her "Good" he said shaking out his fur "Lets pretend this is a real battle, if that happened you have to get up quickly otherwise your oppentent would be right on you So what do you do next?" he asked his blueish gray eyes shining through the bolack mask surronding his face
( i secertly ship them)

Mango

August 13th, 2017, 05:43 PM

thinking quickly he fell onto his back and put his paws above him so when she landed on him he kicked up pushing her up, using the force he twisted around and leapt over to her "Good" he said shaking out his fur "Lets pretend this is a real battle, if that happened you have to get up quickly otherwise your oppentent would be right on you So what do you do next?" he asked his blueish gray eyes shining through the bolack mask surronding his face
( i secertly ship them)
(I sorta do too...but I'm pretty sure there ages are too off to become mates when she's a warrior...she's only 9 moons old haha I'm sure he's like 35 moons)
She paused and ignoring her bleeding claw she sprang up with her muscled hind legs up and grabbed a vine with her forearms and swung directly over him and dropped knowing the force would be painful. (She focuses way to much of looking fancy and making herself heavier than what's more effective)

~Vixen~

August 13th, 2017, 05:55 PM

(I sorta do too...but I'm pretty sure there ages are too off to become mates when she's a warrior...she's only 9 moons old haha I'm sure he's like 35 moons)
She paused and ignoring her bleeding claw she sprang up with her muscled hind legs up and grabbed a vine with her forearms and swung directly over him and dropped knowing the force would be painful. (She focuses way to much of looking fancy and making herself heavier than what's more effective)

(he is a young warrior he is 18 moons, but when he was a apprentice he actually went through a raccoon attack, how he got his name his name before way Graypaw but then after he led the charge against the raccoon he got the name RaccoonStep)

When she fell on him a flash of the raccoon landing on him flashed in his mind forgetting he was practicing with the apprentice he bucked up with all his might and threw her off, his eyes flashing with fear noticing he bucked her a decent distance his eyes flashed with worry and he bolted over to her "im so so sorry" he said showing a side of him he hadnt shown since his mother had passed when he was a kit he closed his eyes and stood tall. He shook his fur out "You alright" he asked calmly trying to calm the wild thoughts buzzing in his mind as well as the hammering of his heart "Good" he said.

Mango

August 13th, 2017, 06:02 PM

(he is a young warrior he is 18 moons, but when he was a apprentice he actually went through a raccoon attack, how he got his name his name before way Graypaw but then after he led the charge against the raccoon he got the name RaccoonStep)

When she fell on him a flash of the raccoon landing on him flashed in his mind forgetting he was practicing with the apprentice he bucked up with all his might and threw her off, his eyes flashing with fear noticing he bucked her a decent distance his eyes flashed with worry and he bolted over to her "im so so sorry" he said showing a side of him he hadnt shown since his mother had passed when he was a kit he closed his eyes and stood tall. He shook his fur out "You alright" he asked calmly trying to calm the wild thoughts buzzing in his mind as well as the hammering of his heart "Good" he said.

Lostpaw felt dizzy, but didn't care nor did she care about the small scratch from the bark of the tree she hit or the scratch from slittering down the tree, she simply decided to attack again He's too worried to expect this attack, never be vulnurable. she slithered under the tom and bucked up throwing him a short distance, not like what he threw her though, she smirked," Always be expecting an attack." She purred in amusement she loved tricking warriors making them think she was weak and stuttered around camp then fooled them in battle training, she loved it, she was one of the best apprentice fighters, but she didn't believe it and she didn't care that she could barely hunt.

~Vixen~

August 13th, 2017, 06:19 PM

Lostpaw felt dizzy, but didn't care nor did she care about the small scratch from the bark of the tree she hit or the scratch from slittering down the tree, she simply decided to attack again He's too worried to expect this attack, never be vulnurable. she slithered under the tom and bucked up throwing him a short distance, not like what he threw her though, she smirked," Always be expecting an attack." She purred in amusement she loved tricking warriors making them think she was weak and stuttered around camp then fooled them in battle training, she loved it, she was one of the best apprentice fighters, but she didn't believe it and she didn't care that she could barely hunt.

"Who said i wasnt?" he said spiralling mid air and landing on his feet he kicked up some dust into her eyes leaping onto her and pinning her down one paw to her throat and his back paws threatening to slice her stomach "Hmm... we should work on hunting as well, you seemn decent at fighting" he said with a smirk

Mango

August 13th, 2017, 06:24 PM

"Who said i wasnt?" he said spiralling mid air and landing on his feet he kicked up some dust into her eyes leaping onto her and pinning her down one paw to her throat and his back paws threatening to slice her stomach
Lostpaw knew exactly what to do, she wriggled around and had it so he'd be slicing her back before she bucked her legs out which would throw him in the air while she lept to her paws and slashed at the air towards where he'd be passing, making a few blows before leaping and pouncing on him pining him down and holding him down, while using her tail to grab a hanging vine with her tail and shoving it under him and biting it on the other side of him before yanking him up a little and wrapping him tightly, so it would be a while before he could escape as she scrambled up a tree purring in amusement as she ripped the top of the vine dropping him, leaving him still tied up. (Sorry if it's power playing, she's just super smart at making up battle moves on the go)

~Vixen~

August 13th, 2017, 07:01 PM

Lostpaw knew exactly what to do, she wriggled around and had it so he'd be slicing her back before she bucked her legs out which would throw him in the air while she lept to her paws and slashed at the air towards where he'd be passing, making a few blows before leaping and pouncing on him pining him down and holding him down, while using her tail to grab a hanging vine with her tail and shoving it under him and biting it on the other side of him before yanking him up a little and wrapping him tightly, so it would be a while before he could escape as she scrambled up a tree purring in amusement as she ripped the top of the vine dropping him, leaving him still tied up. (Sorry if it's power playing, she's just super smart at making up battle moves on the go)

(Its fine dont worry, i do the same thing )

He grinned grabbing it in his jaw and pulling himself out he gripped it in his jaw swung down onto her back grabbing her by the scruff he gabbed the vine dangling and wrapped it around her paws pulling the other end and perpelled her into the air close to the tree dangling by her paws "Very good" he said "You should work on your defense though" he said

Mango

August 13th, 2017, 09:04 PM

(Its fine dont worry, i do the same thing )

He grinned grabbing it in his jaw and pulling himself out he gripped it in his jaw swung down onto her back grabbing her by the scruff he gabbed the vine dangling and wrapped it around her paws pulling the other end and perpelled her into the air close to the tree dangling by her paws "Very good" he said "You should work on your defense though" he said
"Defense is mouse brained. Simply knowing how to use there attack against them matters." She replied swinging until she could dig her claws into a tree before breaking the rope, which the release had a hard enough impact she landed on him squashing him like a bug.

~Vixen~

August 14th, 2017, 07:21 PM

"Defense is mouse brained. Simply knowing how to use there attack against them matters." She replied swinging until she could dig her claws into a tree before breaking the rope, which the release had a hard enough impact she landed on him squashing him like a bug.

Kicking her off he frowned "Defense if not mousebrained Lesson over your working on Defense and hunting until I say were we're working on fighting again" he said sternly

Mango

August 15th, 2017, 10:08 AM

Kicking her off he frowned "Defense if not mousebrained Lesson over your working on Defense and hunting until I say were we're working on fighting again" he said sternly
She scowled slightly," Fine. But it's mousebrained. And hunting is kinda pointless too, simply asking Ebonyfrost to make traveling herbs makes up for prey."

Captain Toad

August 15th, 2017, 11:06 AM

Panic (we can start now)
"So what are we starting with today?" Gingerpaw asked her mentor politely.

~Vixen~

August 15th, 2017, 05:31 PM

She scowled slightly," Fine. But it's mousebrained. And hunting is kinda pointless too, simply asking Ebonyfrost to make traveling herbs makes up for prey."

"That may be your opinion. But what if your. Outnumbered and you cannot fight. You must be an to defend. Because you may think it's irreverent but it's not. If ebonyfrost ran out of traveling herbs and we could fins anymore we would need prey. So show me your fight I crouch" he instructed

Mango

August 15th, 2017, 06:35 PM

"That may be your opinion. But what if your. Outnumbered and you cannot fight. You must be an to defend. Because you may think it's irreverent but it's not. If ebonyfrost ran out of traveling herbs and we could fins anymore we would need prey. So show me your fight I crouch" he instructed
Lostpaw groaned and dropped into a fighting crouch that was quite sloppy. ( I think that's what you meant?)

~Vixen~

August 16th, 2017, 04:23 PM

Lostpaw groaned and dropped into a fighting crouch that was quite sloppy. ( I think that's what you meant?)

(yeah)
Good, Now take this position, Position your hips facing towards your head ears pricked, Mouth slightly parted keep your tail close to the ground but do not touch the ground, walk delicately " he instructed moving her into the correct position "butt down a little bit" he said
( Should we do a Apprentice x Warrior Realtionship)

Mango

August 16th, 2017, 06:06 PM

(yeah)
Good, Now take this position, Position your hips facing towards your head ears pricked, Mouth slightly parted keep your tail close to the ground but do not touch the ground, walk delicately " he instructed moving her into the correct position "butt down a little bit" he said
( Should we do a Apprentice x Warrior Realtionship)
(Ye. And if he wants to be her mentor he can...she currently doesn't have one)
Lostpaw obeyed, lowering her butt and facing her hips forwards and her ears pricked andher mouth parted slightly, her tail close to the ground she walked heavily muttering so quite no one could understand her.

~Vixen~

August 16th, 2017, 07:15 PM

(Ye. And if he wants to be her mentor he can...she currently doesn't have one)
Lostpaw obeyed, lowering her butt and facing her hips forwards and her ears pricked andher mouth parted slightly, her tail close to the ground she walked heavily muttering so quite no one could understand her.

(Sure i would love to be your mentor)

"Good, now say this stick is your prey, go after it" he said with a sweet smile "Go head" he encoaraged

Mango

August 16th, 2017, 07:18 PM

(Sure i would love to be your mentor)

"Good, now say this stick is your prey, go after it" he said with a sweet smile "Go head" he encoaraged
Lostpaw, forgetting her stance charged after the stick yowling.

~Vixen~

August 17th, 2017, 06:54 AM

Lostpaw, forgetting her stance charged after the stick yowling.

"Stop" he said "dont yowl, dont charge " he said " more like this " he said getting into his hunting stance and slinking towards the stick he bundled up his muscles leapt through the air and landed on the stick "you try"

Mango

August 17th, 2017, 07:46 AM

"Stop" he said "dont yowl, dont charge " he said " more like this " he said getting into his hunting stance and slinking towards the stick he bundled up his muscles leapt through the air and landed on the stick "you try"
She sighed," Fine." She starting slinking towards the stick then lept wildly, out of control towards thte stick.

~Vixen~

August 17th, 2017, 05:01 PM

:(She sighed," Fine." She starting slinking towards the stick then lept wildly, out of control towards thte stick.

You spiral out of control. Bunch up your muscle and pounce with all your force" he instructed. "You will learn this if it's the last thing you do."

Mango

August 17th, 2017, 06:03 PM

:(

You spiral out of control. Bunch up your muscle and pounce with all your force" he instructed. "You will learn this if it's the last thing you do."
Lostpaw grunted," Doing Treefur's ticks and fleas is better than this, along with being a prisoner in another clan. Heck- being a kittypet is better than this." She meowed not exaggerating, she just assumed that being a prisoner in a clan wouldn't be bad along with being a kittypet. She did it correctly, but dragged her tail, and missed the stick.

~Vixen~

August 18th, 2017, 04:17 PM

Lostpaw grunted," Doing Treefur's ticks and fleas is better than this, along with being a prisoner in another clan. Heck- being a kittypet is better than this." She meowed not exaggerating, she just assumed that being a prisoner in a clan wouldn't be bad along with being a kittypet. She did it correctly, but dragged her tail, and missed the stick.

"it may feel that way, but dont you want to make your mentor proud?" he was holding a big secert on his paws He was her new mentor "you need to aim visulize landing on the stick and then take a deep breath in and when you go out leap" he said "Being a prisioner is torture. they torture you you dont eat unless your dying you dont get treated, your treated like crowfood. As for being a kittypet you simply sit there with twolegs" he said

Mango

August 18th, 2017, 04:31 PM

"it may feel that way, but dont you want to make your mentor proud?" he was holding a big secert on his paws He was her new mentor "you need to aim visulize landing on the stick and then take a deep breath in and when you go out leap" he said "Being a prisioner is torture. they torture you you dont eat unless your dying you dont get treated, your treated like crowfood. As for being a kittypet you simply sit there with twolegs" he said
Lostpaw snorted," Hugepelt never showed any signs of pride or approval, just because I can manage to hunt. Besides You're not my mentor." She replied unaware that he was her new mentor. She finally did it almost perfect, but forgot to keep her tail out of the way and at the last second stumbled on her tail. (It should be humiliating that a 10 moon old apprentice can't hunt)

~Vixen~

August 19th, 2017, 01:48 PM

Lostpaw snorted," Hugepelt never showed any signs of pride or approval, just because I can manage to hunt. Besides You're not my mentor." She replied unaware that he was her new mentor. She finally did it almost perfect, but forgot to keep her tail out of the way and at the last second stumbled on her tail. (It should be humiliating that a 10 moon old apprentice can't hunt)

(okay writing this i was like CUTENESS OVERLOAD!! )

He grinned "Says who?" he said with a geniune smile which he had not given since the passing on his mother. "i know a she cat who was just like you" he commented "Wishnose, she was a strong fighter and very headstrong, she did so many wonderful things in her life... it took her forever to learn to hunt, she was couragous, smart, strong... resourceful. you are so much like her" he commented 'and she was almost as beautiful as you' he added mentally "she looked alot like you" he said instead. "but she died and it was all my fault. I wont let that happen to you, you will be a amazing addition to this clan and i wont let your talent go to waste" he said helping her to her paws. Racconstep closed his eyes, memories of his mother shown in his eyes, fear snaked into his eyes, his muscles tensed he began breathing harder, blood... the raccoon standing over her shredded body... her blue eyes staring at him before they closed. He stepped back tripping over his feet and fell in a heap next to lost paw. "no... no... no..." he repeated over and over again panting. He closed his eyes again shaking his head and forced himself to be calm. "did you ever play Mouse and Warrior as a kit. try it like that. but the stick is your prey" he said

Mango

August 19th, 2017, 01:58 PM

(okay writing this i was like CUTENESS OVERLOAD!! )

He grinned "Says who?" he said with a geniune smile which he had not given since the passing on his mother. "i know a she cat who was just like you" he commented "Wishnose, she was a strong fighter and very headstrong, she did so many wonderful things in her life... it took her forever to learn to hunt, she was couragous, smart, strong... resourceful. you are so much like her" he commented 'and she was almost as beautiful as you' he added mentally "she looked alot like you" he said instead. "but she died and it was all my fault. I wont let that happen to you, you will be a amazing addition to this clan and i wont let your talent go to waste" he said helping her to her paws. Racconstep closed his eyes, memories of his mother shown in his eyes, fear snaked into his eyes, his muscles tensed he began breathing harder, blood... the raccoon standing over her shredded body... her blue eyes staring at him before they closed. He stepped back tripping over his feet and fell in a heap next to lost paw. "no... no... no..." he repeated over and over again panting. He closed his eyes again shaking his head and forced himself to be calm. "did you ever play Mouse and Warrior as a kit. try it like that. but the stick is your prey" he said
Lostpaw nodded slowly," I never met Wishnose, but I'm sure she's happy in Starclan and is watching over you. You sound as if you loved her and still do." She meowed," Since she looked like me I pressume you'd make a cute couple since our fur colors go along nice together. You alright?" She meowed trying not to laugh at him falling since she didn't know why he fell," Yeah I played that kit game, I suppose, but I'm not exactly a kit any more." She chuckled and did it, decently, not perfect, but alright. She plopped the stick down," I caught the stick, whatever a stick won't feed the clan- though it might feed my weird brother, Logpaw who's always being scolded for eating sticks..." she chuckled.

~Vixen~

August 19th, 2017, 02:10 PM

Lostpaw nodded slowly," I never met Wishnose, but I'm sure she's happy in Starclan and is watching over you. You sound as if you loved her and still do." She meowed," Since she looked like me I pressume you'd make a cute couple since our fur colors go along nice together. You alright?" She meowed trying not to laugh at him falling since she didn't know why he fell," Yeah I played that kit game, I suppose, but I'm not exactly a kit any more." She chuckled and did it, decently, not perfect, but alright. She plopped the stick down," I caught the stick, whatever a stick won't feed the clan- though it might feed my weird brother, Logpaw who's always being scolded for eating sticks..." she chuckled.

"She was my mother" he chuckled "but yes our pelt colors do go nicely together, well we can find your brother a nice big stick and we can also hunt for the clan. What do you say lostpaw?" he asked with a smile

Mango

August 19th, 2017, 02:12 PM

"She was my mother" he chuckled "but yes our pelt colors do go nicely together, well we can find your brother a nice big stick and we can also hunt for the clan. What do you say lostpaw?" he asked with a smile
Lostpaw smiled," Alright. I suppose I can attempt on moving prey!" She shrugged. She hadn't developed feelings for him, but she thought of him like a friend, despite the fact that he was a warrior.

~Vixen~

August 19th, 2017, 02:15 PM

Lostpaw smiled," Alright. I suppose I can attempt on moving prey!" She shrugged. She hadn't developed feelings for him, but she thought of him like a friend, despite the fact that he was a warrior.

he studied her face a gentle smile on his face. he was just now noticing how beautiful she was. "Hey lostpaw, i want you to know if you never need anything you can come to me" he said

(move to territory?)

Panic

August 19th, 2017, 05:01 PM

Panic (we can start now)
"So what are we starting with today?" Gingerpaw asked her mentor politely.
[sorry i took so long! life's going crazy right now.]

Pigeonfeather thought for a moment. Stay calm! I can do this! "Well... I think the best place to start is seeing what you can do naturally. That way, I can figure out what you can do!" She smiled and padded in front of Gingerpaw. "Come and try and hit me."

Captain Toad

August 19th, 2017, 05:04 PM

[sorry i took so long! life's going crazy right now.]

Pigeonfeather thought for a moment. Stay calm! I can do this! "Well... I think the best place to start is seeing what you can do naturally. That way, I can figure out what you can do!" She smiled and padded in front of Gingerpaw. "Come and try and hit me."
Hesitantly, Gingerpaw crouched and looked from side to side. Then she darted to Pigeonfeather left to try and get a hit.

Panic

August 19th, 2017, 05:10 PM

Hesitantly, Gingerpaw crouched and looked from side to side. Then she darted to Pigeonfeather left to try and get a hit.
Trying from the side? Pigeonfeather lept away from Gingerpaw, landing softly on her paws. "Good, good! Now try again.
What else can you think of to hit me?" She tensed for a moment, trying to anticipate her move. She'd probably go either straight for me or, try faking me out from the sides...

Captain Toad

August 19th, 2017, 05:19 PM

Trying from the side? Pigeonfeather lept away from Gingerpaw, landing softly on her paws. "Good, good! Now try again.
What else can you think of to hit me?" She tensed for a moment, trying to anticipate her move. She'd probably go either straight for me or, try faking me out from the sides...
Gingerpaw nodded the croched into position. Suddenly, she flashed forward, almost nose to nose with her mentor, then quickly flashed to the left, landing a light blow on Pigeonfeather's shoulder.

Panic

August 19th, 2017, 05:28 PM

Gingerpaw nodded the croched into position. Suddenly, she flashed forward, almost nose to nose with her mentor, then quickly flashed to the left, landing a light blow on Pigeonfeather's shoulder.

[sorry i have to go so quickly! i'll respond when i return.]

Pigeonfeather looked at Gingerpaw. I didn't expect her to be that fast- that'll be useful to remember. "That was pretty great! You seem more speed than anything else, it looks like..." Hmm... so what should we do? "We'll focus on battle training today. Or would you rather practice hunting? I have no preference."

Captain Toad

August 19th, 2017, 05:54 PM

[sorry i have to go so quickly! i'll respond when i return.]

Pigeonfeather looked at Gingerpaw. I didn't expect her to be that fast- that'll be useful to remember. "That was pretty great! You seem more speed than anything else, it looks like..." Hmm... so what should we do? "We'll focus on battle training today. Or would you rather practice hunting? I have no preference."
"Thanks, and hunting I guess?" Gingerpaw said.

Panic

August 22nd, 2017, 11:45 AM

"Thanks, and hunting I guess?" Gingerpaw said.

"Okay then, we'll start with that." Pigeonfeather paused for a moment. "So... let's begin with a hunting crouch! That's the most essential part of a hunt." She lowered into a hunting crouch. "Try this. Stay light on your paws, and keep your belly above the ground."

Deerlie

August 23rd, 2017, 04:43 PM

A small she cat padded into the clearing. Wickedpaw sat down and waited for the tom.
Chameleon

Mango

August 23rd, 2017, 04:58 PM

A small she cat padded into the clearing. Wickedpaw sat down and waited for the tom.
Chameleon
Logpaw arrived and sighed," Fine. Let's see how awful I am."

Deerlie

August 23rd, 2017, 05:25 PM

Logpaw arrived and sighed," Fine. Let's see how awful I am."
"Cheer up!" She got into a fighting stance. Shed nodded her head. "You ready?"

Mango

August 23rd, 2017, 05:26 PM

"Cheer up!" She got into a fighting stance. Shed nodded her head. "You ready?"
Logpaw shrugged," I guess.

Mango

August 23rd, 2017, 05:27 PM

"Cheer up!" She got into a fighting stance. Shed nodded her head. "You ready?"
Logpaw shrugged," I guess."

Deerlie

August 23rd, 2017, 05:52 PM

Logpaw shrugged," I guess."
She jumped at him, aiming for his paws but looked at his head.

Mango

August 23rd, 2017, 06:03 PM

She jumped at him, aiming for his paws but looked at his head.
Logpaw stepped aside.

Deerlie

August 23rd, 2017, 06:14 PM

Logpaw stepped aside.
The she cats crashed into sthe ground and got up, jumping at him again, aiming for his side. She mid jumped and slid under him, her back touched his belly and she had an idea. I'll quickly lift up and push my spine into his belly! she purred.

Mango

August 23rd, 2017, 06:15 PM

The she cats crashed into sthe ground and got up, jumping at him again, aiming for his side. She mid jumped and slid under him, her back touched his belly and she had an idea. I'll quickly lift up and push my spine into his belly! she purred.

Logpaw suddenly started walking away towards a stick.

Deerlie

August 23rd, 2017, 06:23 PM

Logpaw suddenly started walking away towards a stick.
She got up, but felt nothing, she spun around and stared at him. "......"

Mango

August 23rd, 2017, 06:25 PM

She got up, but felt nothing, she spun around and stared at him. "......"
He picked up the stick and threw it near her," I didn't want to hurt you so I pretended to throw them at you." He meowed throwing more near her, but not at her directly.

Deerlie

August 23rd, 2017, 07:38 PM

He picked up the stick and threw it near her," I didn't want to hurt you so I pretended to throw them at you." He meowed throwing more near her, but not at her directly.
She jumped in front a stick and it hit her. She fell but got up. "Its OK, just fight me." She said. "Please. Give me the best you have... Not throwing sticks at me."

Mango

August 23rd, 2017, 07:57 PM

She jumped in front a stick and it hit her. She fell but got up. "Its OK, just fight me." She said. "Please. Give me the best you have... Not throwing sticks at me."
Logpaw sighed," I suppose." He ran forward head-butting her and fell backwards belly exposed.

Deerlie

August 23rd, 2017, 08:04 PM

Logpaw sighed," I suppose." He ran forward head-butting her and fell backwards belly exposed.
She stumbled back and tripped over a rock. She laid on her back and looked at him. She rolled onto her stomach and started to giggle. She got up and jumped on top of him and purred. "Pretty good...." She licked his nose.

Mango

August 23rd, 2017, 08:35 PM

She stumbled back and tripped over a rock. She laid on her back and looked at him. She rolled onto her stomach and started to giggle. She got up and jumped on top of him and purred. "Pretty good...." She licked his nose.
Logpaw rubbed his head,"but it hurts me too..." He added.

Deerlie

August 23rd, 2017, 10:35 PM

Logpaw rubbed his head,"but it hurts me too..." He added.
She got off him. "I'm sorry..."

Mango

August 24th, 2017, 05:33 AM

She got off him. "I'm sorry..."
Logpaw meows," see I can't fight I end up hurting myself as well or throwing sticks."

Deerlie

August 24th, 2017, 09:16 AM

Logpaw meows," see I can't fight I end up hurting myself as well or throwing sticks."
"It's kind of cute!" Sje giggled. This sorted she car wrapped her bright red tail around her paws.

Mango

August 24th, 2017, 05:20 PM

"It's kind of cute!" Sje giggled. This sorted she car wrapped her bright red tail around her paws.
Logpaw blinked," Well it doesn't help in a battle." He meowed.

Deerlie

August 24th, 2017, 06:17 PM

Logpaw blinked," Well it doesn't help in a battle." He meowed.
"Aww, don't say that! All you need is a bit of love! " she purred. "You also need to believe in yourself!!"

Mango

August 24th, 2017, 06:51 PM

"Aww, don't say that! All you need is a bit of love! " she purred. "You also need to believe in yourself!!"
Logpaw blinked," What's love and how do you belive in you're self?"

Deerlie

August 28th, 2017, 10:18 PM

Logpaw blinked," What's love and how do you belive in you're self?"Se laughed. "Stay positive!"

Mango

August 29th, 2017, 04:28 PM

Se laughed. "Stay positive!"
Logpaw blinked," Love or believing in yourself or both?" He asked.

Deerlie

August 29th, 2017, 05:15 PM

Logpaw blinked," Love or believing in yourself or both?" He asked.
She sighed, kinda losing patience. "Both"

Mango

August 29th, 2017, 05:38 PM

She sighed, kinda losing patience. "Both"
He nodded," Good to know."

AbsurdJinx

September 1st, 2017, 01:29 PM

Duskflight

Featherpaw trotted into the clearing, her tail swinging behind her. She glanced around the plateu cautiously, her whiskers and ears twitching in an alert manner. She was still the same anxious feline she had been the last time they trained, always aware of her surroundings - not in the I'm-ready-for-anything type of aware, but the I'm-very-timid-and-on-the-lookout-for-anything-dangerous type. Her steps were light, soundless against the earth below her. If she weren't so scared, she'd probably make an amazing hunter.

Featherpaw's pelt, which was supposed to be pitch black, had adopted several more white splotches since the last time she and Grousestar had interacted. The white of her fur contrasted greatly with her black fur, often drawing attention to her unique coloring. She despised attention, preferring to hide in the shadows where she can be invisible. And just her luck - she was apprenticed to Grousestar. She didn't want to draw the leader into her drama, into her internal battle. It was hers to fight, and hers alone. Grousestar had other things to worry about, things much more important than her. Featherpaw didn't want him to waste his time on her.

She found herself near the center of the training plateu, crouched down and staring at the ground below her. Her tail was stretched behind her, the tip twitching nervously. Her haunches were tucked against her flanks, her paws pressed firmly against the ground. She was prepared to launch herself off the ground and into a run as a result of her fight or flight response. Her neck swiveled as she surveyed the area, her eyes narrowed and her ears folded back as she searched her surroundings.

The Cannibal

September 4th, 2017, 02:52 PM

AbsurdJinx

When Featherpaw had gotten to the clearing, it was empty. Perhaps Grousestar was late to the session, whatever the case, he certainly didn't seem to be there at the moment as the young cat came padding in with silent steps and a lowered head. Her appearance had changed slightly since last time, but her, as a cat, had not.
It was quiet, calm, serene. There was a quiet whispering as a gentle breeze moved through the trees and undergrowth on the plateau, the sun's light dappling and dancing across the forest floor, dazzling and beautiful as all of the rest of the territory. Everything was so vibrant in color, but that would all soon change as GreenLeaf began to come to a close, but even with the loss of the vibrant colors beauty could still be found in the purity of it's bare nature. At least in the leaders eyes he could still find beauty in it.

As she crouched near the center of the plateau, head bent and looking at the ground below her paws, a single leaf would drift down like a feather, just in front of her. It would move slightly with a coming breeze before skittering away a few mouse-lengths. A pair of emerald eyes glimmered for a moment in the undergrowth several fox-length's ahead of the apprentice before disappearing, as if it was just the sun hitting a lingering puddle of dew on a leaf.
Taking a smell she would be able to smell the forest, the faint smell of dew and morning freshness still on the air as the sun tried to take the rest of it away, beating it's rays against the canopy of the forest. There was the faintest smell of Grousestar but it was nearly impossible for anyone to be able to tell where he was exactly. It almost seemed like he was all around. His earthy scent so faint and yet still noticeable, wafting like a subtle perfume around the training plateau. He was here. But he was not visible.

A single blue-jay began chirping in the tree-tops above Featherpaw and after it ceased, a familiar voice wafted out of the forest.
"Tell me what you see. What you hear. And what you smell Featherpaw." It was unmistakable of who was speaking, but just like his scent, his location was impossible to pinpoint. It was as if he was moving constantly, or as if he was the very wind itself. He did not show himself, but waited patiently for his apprentice to reply. His voice, it had been gentle, soft even, but audible. It wasn't harsh, it wasn't sudden, and it was spoke in a manner that intended not to startle the young cat. Grousestar was trying something new. And he hoped it would help. Because while she was afraid, he did need to train her. And he was hoping that she would be able to better learn this way.

AbsurdJinx

September 4th, 2017, 04:19 PM

@AbsurdJinx (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=192)

When Featherpaw had gotten to the clearing, it was empty. Perhaps Grousestar was late to the session, whatever the case, he certainly didn't seem to be there at the moment as the young cat came padding in with silent steps and a lowered head. Her appearance had changed slightly since last time, but her, as a cat, had not.
It was quiet, calm, serene. There was a quiet whispering as a gentle breeze moved through the trees and undergrowth on the plateau, the sun's light dappling and dancing across the forest floor, dazzling and beautiful as all of the rest of the territory. Everything was so vibrant in color, but that would all soon change as GreenLeaf began to come to a close, but even with the loss of the vibrant colors beauty could still be found in the purity of it's bare nature. At least in the leaders eyes he could still find beauty in it.

As she crouched near the center of the plateau, head bent and looking at the ground below her paws, a single leaf would drift down like a feather, just in front of her. It would move slightly with a coming breeze before skittering away a few mouse-lengths. A pair of emerald eyes glimmered for a moment in the undergrowth several fox-length's ahead of the apprentice before disappearing, as if it was just the sun hitting a lingering puddle of dew on a leaf.
Taking a smell she would be able to smell the forest, the faint smell of dew and morning freshness still on the air as the sun tried to take the rest of it away, beating it's rays against the canopy of the forest. There was the faintest smell of Grousestar but it was nearly impossible for anyone to be able to tell where he was exactly. It almost seemed like he was all around. His earthy scent so faint and yet still noticeable, wafting like a subtle perfume around the training plateau. He was here. But he was not visible.

A single blue-jay began chirping in the tree-tops above Featherpaw and after it ceased, a familiar voice wafted out of the forest.
"Tell me what you see. What you hear. And what you smell Featherpaw." It was unmistakable of who was speaking, but just like his scent, his location was impossible to pinpoint. It was as if he was moving constantly, or as if he was the very wind itself. He did not show himself, but waited patiently for his apprentice to reply. His voice, it had been gentle, soft even, but audible. It wasn't harsh, it wasn't sudden, and it was spoke in a manner that intended not to startle the young cat. Grousestar was trying something new. And he hoped it would help. Because while she was afraid, he did need to train her. And he was hoping that she would be able to better learn this way.

Featherpaw's head sharply shot upward as a dry leaf landed softly before her. She had spotted it from the edge of her vision, startling her into a seated position. Her tail-tip continued to twitch nervously, her ears flattened in a frightened manner. Strange how a fallen leaf, as natural as sunlight, had such a startling affect on the apprentice, proving just how anxious the poor feline was. Featherpaw didn't take any more notice of the leaf as it skipped away, surveying the clearing instead. Her neck sharply twisted once more as a flash caught her attention, a flash among the undergrowth surrounding her. She was too late to get a proper glance at the flash and associate it with the emerald eyes of her mentor. For now, she was left trying to convince herself the flash was no more than a squirrel racing across the earth to reach the safety of a tree.

She was frozen in fear, her body shaking slightly with anxiety. Featherpaw was standing now, her upper body lowered closer to the ground in a defensive position. She was backing away from the bush where she noticed the flash, her steps silent and slower than slow. Where is Grousestar? Although she did her best to tell herself it was a squirrel who scared her, she couldn't help but believe that maybe a Dusk Syndicate warrior was stalking her, or a fox was preparing to make her it's meal. And then a familiar voice was carried over to her on the wind. It started off quiet, but noticeable. Featherpaw's shoulder fur rose, halting where she is. She didn't know where the voice came from, meaning it could be behind her, or even off to her side. She felt she'd be safest in the center of the plateu.

After a second of silence, Featherpaw holding her breath as she often did when she was anxious, she finally recognized the voice. ``Grousestar,`` she breathed softly, adjusting her position to one of comfort. Now that she knew her trusted mentor was watching over her, protecting her from harm, she felt somewhat safer. She raised her upper body, but did not release the tension in her muscles. Even if Grousestar was there to protect her, would he be able to get to her in time if a fox launched itself from the undergrowth right then and there? Would he be able to defend her against an entire patrol of Dusk Syndicate cats? No. She shuffled back a few steps, casting a quick glance at the ground below her before looking up again. Her neck craned as she searched for her mentor, but Featherpaw remained unsuccessful.

It helped that she could not see him, his watchful eyes studying her process. Featherpaw hated being the center of attention, and though she knew he'd be watching her from the outskirts of the plateu, she was able to take comfort from it seeing that she couldn't look back it him - she wouldn't be able to see his disappointed features when she failed. ``I - I see trees. And bushes. I, uh, see the ground.`` She spoke quietly, her paws shuffling anxiously beneath her. She avoided looking up, instead staring at the ground. Featherpaw felt her fur heat up with embarrassment as she listed what she hoped Grousestar wanted to hear. ``I, um, I can h-hear the breeze, whispering. I can hear the leaves dancing.`` As she continued to speak, she found herself gaining confidence. Featherpaw's lower jaw dropped slightly to better scent the air. ``I can smell you, Grousestar. Just barely, but I know you're here... I - I just don't know where. And - uh, yeah.`` She didn't want to talk anymore, realizing how ridiculous her observations might sound. Her confidence was gone.

She didn't understand why Grousestar wasn't showing himself, but she wasn't very willing to ask. Featherpaw felt more confident when she was alone, allowing her to train with a little more ease, or even do everyday tasks more comfortably. She first believed her mentor refused to show himself as a training technique, but the more she thought about it, the more she figured he was doing this so she wouldn't be as anxious. Featherpaw was more than grateful, but she felt rather guilty that he put so much more effort into her training than a warrior with a non-anxious apprentice would. After all, Grousestar must have other things to worry about, such as the Dusk Syndicate. She hated wasting his time with her stupid fears; she even pitied him for taking her on as his apprentice. She didn't think she'd ever be a warrior her clanmates could be proud of.