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Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil
A calico she-cat was lying beneath a tree branch which arched over her head, providing shelter from the light droplets of rain and keeping her cool from the humid air. Everpaw watched her clan mates bustle around the camp busily from where she sat. Normally she too would be scurrying around and not to take notice of any of the cats around her, but she had just been hunting from dawn to sunhigh and had decided to take a break. She deserved one. Now all she needed was a bit of peace and quiet to relax. Perhaps the camp wasn’t the safest place, but she didn’t like the idea of sleeping in the territory where it was more dangerous than the camp. Just as her eyelids were starting to sink downwards, the opened sharply again as someone spoke. With an expression of annoyance on her face, she glared at the cat who had disturbed her, fur bristling in agitation. She scanned the cat before she realised who it was. It was Buzzardpaw, a cat who she had only briefly talked to a few times before. She didn’t know much about him but she knew enough. The she-cat wouldn’t normally mind his presence, but right now she did. No one got in the way of her and her rest.
“It sure is,” Everpaw replied with an equally sarcastic tone. She ignored his previous questions, suddenly feeling rather grumpy. The calico apprentice wasn’t a fan of socialising and had a small amount of patience. She tried to be more patient around the few friends she had but sometimes it was just too hard for her. “What do you want? I was just about to fall asleep,” Everpaw continued, annoyance dancing in her yellow orbs. She rested her chin on her paws and looked away from the tom cat. She knew it was rude of her to fall asleep while someone was talking to her, but she wasn’t feeling very respectful right now. The she-cat had quite the temper and liked it when things went her way. Once again, the she-cat felt her eyelids drooping down and she let her muscles relax. Although she was on the verge of letting sleep take over her, she was waiting for the moment that Buzzardpaw awoke her again with words that spilled out of his mouth so easily. Anytime now I’m going to be awake again. She let out a quiet sigh.
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With a rabbit and a small mouse clutched between her jaws, Everpaw padded through the camp entrance. It had taken her all morning to find these two pieces of prey, but she’d finally done it. It was quite impressive for an apprentice, but that was just something that the calico did. She liked to push herself and she never stopped at average. She liked to overachieve and she didn’t care how long it might take her. She placed rabbit next the fresh kill pile keeping the mouse in her mouth at the same time. She carefully grabbed another small mouse from the pile before shaking out her pelt and padding over to a spot next the elders den. The area around the elders den was normally more quiet than anywhere else in the camp. Except for a few kits and elders, the area was abandoned. She placed down the two mice and starting taking bites out of one of them.
[Sorry it’s a bit short x.x]
@meraki |
(haha it's fine! sorry for the wait x.x)
The grey head of a young apprentice lifted off of the grassy clearing floor, and he blinked his eyes open groggily. Hemlockpaw tiredly got to his paws, before quickly bringing his front close to the ground, front paws reached out in front of him to stretch his exhausted joints. A long yawn was released through his gaping jaws as he stretched out his back legs as well. Shaking out his fur, Hemlockpaw's jade green eyes flicked over to his good friend Everpaw, who was entirely focused on eating a mouse, seeming intent. With a shake of his grey pelt, the young tom padded over to her. "It's always 'go big or go home' with you I suppose," he cracked, a smirk playing on his maw. "So who's the tom? You can't kill a mouse and a rabbit without aiming to impress. So what's his name? Is he as handsome as me?" Hemlockpaw asked, nudging his friends shoulder with his paw, clearly joking around with her. He tended to joke like that, and you'd think his ego would be higher than the trees in the SkyClan camp, but in reality- it was a mere shell that Hemlockpaw had build up over time. He hadn't ever been comfortable with himself, but to hide that, he joked very immodestly and narcissistically. That was just one of Hemlockpaw's many quirks.