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Post by Frighteh on Jul 14, 2007 9:04:36 GMT -5
Quickpaw huffed and laid her ehad on her paws. She'd gotten scolded for being herself again, running around and trying to help the clan memebrs, and was sent to her den. Rolling onto her side, she half-heartedly clawed at a piece of moss that was right by her paw. It wasn't fair! All the other apprentices were fine with the clan, really. Quickpaw wasn't because she was a rogue's kit and was therefore a half-enemy. She was loud and energetic and hated. Cats didn't like her for who she was and she couldn't, wouldn't change! "I am my own cat!" She hissed to herself, throwing herself onto her back. She pawed at the air viciously. "I can do what I want without having to be reprimanded. If I wans't a rogue's kit, I would have a better life!" Her meow echoed around the den and she took a final, clawed, swipe at the air. "I don't need to be something I'm not!" She jerked her body so she now lay on her stomach again. Her previous determination gone, she let her happy facade drop as her eyes drooped and dulled. "No cat would care if I left this camp," she spat. "I'm so lonely, maybe I should join the rogues, or something. Go find my mother and maybe even find Icepaw's sister and mother." She sighed loudly. "I should just go die!" She wailed, beginning to feel restless.
OOC: Anyone can reply to this.
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Jul 16, 2007 16:31:56 GMT -5
"Quickpaw?" Sleetpaw had spotted the young she-cat sitting by herself in the clearing. "Are you alright?" He had heard her wails from afar and had sped up to come find her. Something was wrong, and he needed to find out what it was. "Ummmm...that is, if you want me to know, I mean, you don't have to tell me or anything..." His head hung low as he was consumed by a wave of embarrassment.
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Post by Frighteh on Jul 16, 2007 16:53:31 GMT -5
Quickpaw's head jerked up in surprise. "Wha-?" Her confusion was quickly coupled with pain and embarrassment when her head hit the bottom of Sleetpaw's chin. "Ow," she hissed. Pushing herself to her paws, she shook herself roughly and stumbled up, bumping into the young tom again. "Sorry," she mewed, somewhat disoriented. Squinting to look at SLeetpaw, she pasted on a fake happy expression and nodded enthusiastically. "Of course I'm fine!" She said loudly. Looking to the side, she grimaced. "I was...just, uh...thinking?" His head ducked down again and Quickpaw bent her head so her eyes met his. "The real question is: Are you all right?" Nudging his nose up with her own, she thingyed her head and looked at him. "Why are you here, anyway?" She was puzzeled. The clan cats never really associated themselves with her. Sleetpaw was nice enough, she figured. He wasn't really mean and was very shy. The opposite of Quickpaw, who was always loud and 'in your face.' "You don't look too...happy," she noted. She appreciated his concern and thought his shyness was quite cute, but she didnt know him all that well.
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Jul 16, 2007 17:09:43 GMT -5
"Ummmm....well...I heard you sobbing and...wondered what was wrong. I came to see if you were alirght..." Sleetpaw was confused at why she was so surprised that he was there. "And yes, I'm fine. Just...concerned. You seem very upset. I don't like to see you upset..." He trailed off. His fur grew cool again, and the wave of heat and embarrassment wore off. No cat, as far as he remembered, had nudged their nose so close to his, as she had. It felt...nice, but awfully strange...
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Post by Frighteh on Jul 16, 2007 17:28:35 GMT -5
Quickpaw sat up straight and gave him a grin. "Oh, I'm fine, really," she meowed happily. Bouncing up, she head-butted his shoulder. "And...uh, thanks," she started, trying to squash down her confused feelings, "for caring, Sleetpaw." She looked at the ground and shuffled her paws in the dirt. "I'd would...um, offer to go hunting together..." Her voice sounded sheepish. "But I can't go anywhere. I'm confined in camp because I was helping my mentor." She said. She looked up and into his eyes. "We can go some other time!" Then she remebered who she was and immediately pulled her ears flat, sinking to the ground. "That is, if you ever...have the time."
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Jul 17, 2007 10:12:43 GMT -5
"Ummmm...sure. Yeah, I have the time. Thanks. Maybe tomorrow..." Sleetpaw mumbled. He noticed that Quickpaw seemed so, well, nervous, when it came to asking him to hunt with her. Of course, he was never one to be confident around she-cats, but her worries didn't seem to come from anything like that. What was she so...ashamed about?
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Post by Frighteh on Jul 17, 2007 12:00:50 GMT -5
She blinked several times before sitting up striaght. "Really?" She wrinkled her nose cutely. "Oh, okay then!" Quickpaw hopped up to her feet and gave Sleetpaw a swift lick on the ear. "I can't wait! Tomorrow morning, then?" She asked, trembling with happiness. She was going hunting with someone besides her rotten mentor! More importantly, she was going with a cat who didn't care about who she was, Sleetpaw.
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Jul 19, 2007 12:52:30 GMT -5
"Sure," Sleetpaw mewed warmly. He was very surprised about her enthusiasm. No cat had ever been this excited about hunting with him, why was Quickpaw? "We...we should probably get back to camp. Ummmm...my mentor will be wondering where I am. And I'm sure yours will be too..."
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Post by Frighteh on Jul 19, 2007 15:20:43 GMT -5
Quickpaw snorted. "My mentor wouldn't care. She's such a stick in the mud!" She lashed her tail and rolled her eyes. "I could drop dead and Shadowfang wouldn't bat an eyelash." Turning to face Sleetpaw, she nodded. "But your mentor will care." She nudged his side with her head, urging him on. "I don't really care to come back to camp. It's not lik anyone wants me there," she mused, whiskers twitching in bitter amusement. "Go ahead! I'll see you in the den later?" She asked, a small glimmer of hope in her eyes.
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Jul 21, 2007 11:06:19 GMT -5
"Ummmm....sorry...I didn't mean....I mean, I didn't know....I'm sure your mentor cares..she can't be that heartless...And who doesn't want you back in camp?" Sleetpw was filled with wonder. He had never regarded Quickpaw as any different from the other apprentices in the Clan, and hadn't really noticed any cat behaving hostile towards her. But perhaps it was because of her rogue mother... "Sure. I'll see you in the den later..."
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Post by Frighteh on Jul 22, 2007 8:33:36 GMT -5
"Pssht. My mentor, she may care, but she neevr shows it," Quickpaw rolled her eyes. "A lot of cats probably wouldn't care if I was in camp or not. My history isn't exactly the most...'clan cat compatable,'" she told him. She sighed and hauled herself up from her seated position. "I...guess I'll go back to camp with you."
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Jul 24, 2007 10:16:31 GMT -5
Sleetpaw was full of sympathy for her. "I don't see it like that. It doesn't matter if you're Clan-born or not. I know you're a good cat, and just because other cats may avoid you, doesn't mean I will." For the first time, he looked up, his gaze burning into hers for a moment, before he felt the fur on his face get hot, and he muttered, "Let's get back to camp."
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Post by Frighteh on Jul 24, 2007 14:07:58 GMT -5
Quickpaw was left stunned; her heart was racing and it was hard to breathe. Blinking away her lack of intelligence, she scrambled after him, launching herself into the air and landing on his back, tackling him to the ground. She laughed. "Thanks, Sleetpaw!' She gave his face and ears a few vigourus licks before bouncing up and fluttering around him. "Hey! I'll race you to camp! Last one back has to..." she stopped in her yelling to think of an appropriate punishment. "Last one back has to, what?" She asked him, tilting her head at him in earnest curiousity, ears quirked in an awkward, yet slightly adorable, manner.
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Aug 12, 2007 9:26:53 GMT -5
"Has to....? Eat a frog!" Sleetpaw excitedly got up from underneath the young she-cat, and yowled loudly, "Ready? Set? Go!" And he was off, his ice-blue gaze focused on his goal - the WaveClan camp. His tail streaming after him, he dashed as fast as he could, not looking around to see where Quickpaw had gone. He was determined to get to camp first.
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Post by Frighteh on Aug 12, 2007 12:30:01 GMT -5
Quickpaw was left in the clearing. "Eat a frog? Ew!" She whined. "Sleetpaw, wait! I know I'll lose!" She called after him. Sighing, she started churning her legs faster until she finally saw his tail tip. "I'm going to lose, Sleetpaw! I don't want to eat a frog!" He stopped suddenly and she rammed into him, making them both roll. "Ugh...." she moaned, shaking head head fiercely.
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Aug 12, 2007 15:27:42 GMT -5
Uncharacteristically, Sleetpaw burst out laughing. "I don't want to eat a frog either!" He paused for a moment and then spoke, "You know. This has been great. You know, just, well, ummmm....being together...it's been fun." His fur felt hot and flustered, and embarrassment consumed him. Why was he always one to speak his feelings aloud?
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Post by Frighteh on Aug 12, 2007 16:04:36 GMT -5
Quickpaw stumbled up and nodded. "Yeah!" She said, shaking her head once again to stop the dancing trees. "You're a lot of fun to be around, Sleetpaw!" She grinned at him. "You're cute when you get nervous," she said, poking his nose with her own. She pulled back and toppled backward, laying on her back with her paws in the air. She sighed and looked at him ove rher stomach. "Do I still have to eat a frog?" She asked, pouting. She didn't want to eat them; they were weird looking and probably tasted horrible.
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Aug 13, 2007 11:31:14 GMT -5
"No! I think we'll leave that to the LightningClan cats!" Sleetpaw shivered. She had called him "cute." He had never anticipated himself as "cute" before. It was strange. Of course, he thought she was "cute," she was a beautiful cat, but as much as he blurted out his thoughts, the thought of revealing this one embarrassed him somewhat. Maybe another time...
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Post by Frighteh on Aug 13, 2007 14:46:38 GMT -5
Quickpaw hauled herself to her paws with a snort. "Yeah!" She hollered. "We should!" Nodding, she lashed her tail and sat down, her paws settled neatly in front of her.
OOC: Sleetpaw's so sweet. xD
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Aug 16, 2007 15:39:07 GMT -5
"Should we ask if any cat needs us? Like for patrol or something?" Sleetpaw asked, feeling slightly nervous about what she would say to that. She might say that no cat wanted her, or that he was trying to rid of her...he hoped desperately that he hadn't offended her.
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