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Post by .}{EXXI. on May 19, 2008 4:50:23 GMT 9
l [/font] ll[/right] "Huh." Was Adderpaw's only reply as he bit into his own prey with an annoyed glint to his eyes. Apparently, he had something of a bad reputation, although he couldn't for the life of him think why. A few hungry gulps later, the tom leaned back, idly flicking his tail backward and forward. "Soooo...what do you think of the dogs then?" He asked in as friendly a manner as he could muster, hoping that this would be a topic they could tear apart as well as Deerpaw seemed to be tearing that mouse. After all, what else were they going to talk about? It was the biggest piece of news in PineClan, along with - "And what do you reckon about that, that furball leading us?" From his tone of voice, they would be daft to agree with Dustwater's leadership but who knew? Bitterpaw was tricky to predict at the best of times and whatever she said, Deerpaw would almost certainly mindlessly agree. It annoyed him a little, that cats could be like that. With no will of their own. Skyfeather might have been like that but at least she had stood up for what she thought and not what he did in the recent 'debate'. Likewise, Wolfpaw had actually spoken out against Dustwater. So far Deerpaw had yet to prove herself in the ginger tom's eyes. Not that she really needed to, for she was probably a decent cat but, of course, he didn't see it that way.
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Post by Raven.x on Jun 10, 2008 3:09:55 GMT 9
And if our Final Day has come, "Mummy's boy." Sootkit hissed playfully at Streamkit, before bounding over to Dustkit. "Yeah, lets go and play!" The little black-and-white she-kit purred, leaping on top of Dustkit and bowling him over, playfully scrabbling at his haunches. "Streamkit can go off on his own if he wants. Apparently he doesn't want to play." There was annoyance in her voice, but it was unnoticeable. "Dustkit, I'm going to be an evil rogue, coming to take over your camp! Who do you want to be?" Sootkit tilted her head a little, in a question. Then she gave an exited little bounce, waiting for her brother's answer. Then lets pretend to carry on!
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Post by :wolf on Jul 17, 2008 23:35:12 GMT 9
Bitterpaw let her chin settle on her paws as her sister complacently finished her uneaten mouse. It had been a long day, but Bitterpaw wasn't in the least bit tired--her eyes flickered restlessly around the camp, and her tail twitched as if it had a life of its own. A thick, stifling feeling of discord and tension had settled like a blanket over the PineClan camp, and as a result Bitterpaw's mind whirred as she thought of how she could make things difficult for Dustwater, who had already proved herself to be an iffy leader. Putting smelly, drooly, possibly malevolent dogs where she, Bitterpaw, was supposed to sleep?! Letting dogs join the Clan alone was unforgivable, and at that moment in her train of thought, Bitterpaw vowed to make Dustwater's life as a leader as tortuous and exhausting as she could.
The skinny apprentice glanced dismissively up at Adderpaw as he sat down with herself and Deerpaw, and made a feeble attempt at conversation. She was marginally surprised by the older apprentice's effort to socialize. Although Bitterpaw had never spoken to Adderpaw personally, he had long since cast himself the role of the angry, outspoken one, even more than she herself was, and at this point, Adderpaw's reputation preceded him wherever he went. Deerpaw too didn't seem particularly enthused by his presence. Despite herself, something pushed Bitterpaw to twist and give a few hasty licks to her calico pelt, a slight blush warming her nose. Adderpaw might not have been the most pleasant of characters, but he was older, and certainly not hard on the eyes.
However, when Adderpaw brought up the dogs, Bitterpaw lifted her head, hazel eyes glittering mischievously. The slightest suggestion of a smile appeared on her face as she glanced toward the apprentices' den, but not a nice, pretty smile--a malicious smile, if anything. "They're great," she chirped with obviously false enthusiasm, tailtip twitching frantically. "Sooo adorable, and their smell really.. freshens up the den." She finished her sarcastic enterprise with a slight snort, the faint grin turning into one of amusement. She gave Deerpaw a sideways glance, knowing that even if Adderpaw didn't like the sarcasm, Deerpaw would be sweet enough to patch things up: comforted by this thought, she gently pressed against her fair-furred sister, who was still gobbling up her mouse.
Bitterpaw's grin grew at Adderpaw's tone of voice when he referred to Dustwater, realizing that she had found an ally in her campaign against the new leadership. A good-looking ally. Her nose pinkening, Bitterpaw shook that thought out of her mind, then continued in the same tone she'd used when speaking of the dogs. "I think with Dustwater leading us, the Clan'll really go places," she replied, her expression one of forced seriousness as she nodded solemnly. "Like.. Silverpelt." Here the serious expression failed, and she cracked another grin. "Seriously, though, she's going to get us all killed, I'm sure of it," Bitterpaw continued, head cocked pensively to one side. "No, no, scratch that, she's going to kill us all herself." She glanced at Adderpaw, hoping she hadn't driven him away with her cynical nature. It was nice knowing that there was another like-minded cat in camp, besides Deerpaw. At least Adderpaw hadn't been brainwashed. "Deerpaw and I were just talking about it," she offered, glancing at her sister. Judging by the rate at which Deerpaw was shoving food in her face, it wasn't because she was hungry, it was to avoid joining the conversation. Bitterpaw thought about just taking the mouse away from her, but, considering the potentially embarrassing results that would have for Deerpaw, she simply turned back to Adderpaw, eager to hear his response.
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Post by Incognito on Aug 18, 2008 18:08:44 GMT 9
Velvetkit yawned, twisting in his sleep so that he landed hard out of the nursery. He blinked awake, bemused, the snapped up, licking his chest fur to hide his embarrassment and trying to look as composed as he could, pride stinging slightly. The kit, who was barely a kit anymore, glanced around, shaking his pelt and glancing around to see Sootkit, Streamkit and Dustkit playing. He padded over. "Can I play too?" He paused, hoping they would let him, considering the fact that he might have just intruded a private gathering of kits. His tabby ginger pelt glinted, a multitude of topaz splinters rippling on his flank.
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