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Post by Dawn on Dec 18, 2011 11:14:01 GMT -5
JAYBLUE. [/color][/font] Ugh! [/font][/i] A lanky, muscular tom cat lay near the base of the great tree, cloaked in shadows. His pelt was a dark gray color, with long black tabby stripes coating it. He was young and virile, strikingly handsome... The thing that was most noticeable, from within the shade of the tree, was his gaze. His eyes lingered lazily over the camp, appraising, fiercely cold blue. At times, they stopped here or there- taking in a particularly irksome denmate, or drifting over an attractive female. Jayblue, however, said nothing- only when two well known females entered the camp did he give a snort of disgust, and mutter something darkly beneath his breath. It just so happened that the she-cat in the lead was a tall, attractive bengal- her eyes, like his, were of a searing blue, and they were clearly of familial relation. It was the deputy, Dreamfeather- Jayblue's cousin. Usually he would've been pleased to see her, returning to camp with jaws carrying prey. It was her company, in fact, that unsettled him so. A fluffy, orange pelted female with azure lights and a friendly face. Islandsplash, he knew the name well; she was the filthy half blood that they had taken in so generously. Little better than the rogues, but at least she shared half Tempestclan heritage. He probably would've gotten on fine if she hadn't recently become- gag, -the best of friends with his cousin. In fact, their nests had become quite close in the tree, and they seemed to talk all the time. He was disgusted that his kin would share her company with a half breed. Fortunately, he would never share this quite to her face, as he knew that she was deputy, and someday, would be leader. When that day came, he wanted to be on her good side, for she would select the new deputy... And Jayblue was going to be sure that was him.[/blockquote] Due to his determination to become deputy, Jayblue was forced to ignore the two chattering she-cats, turning his flashing eyes away from them. Dreamfeather's becoming soft. With a last contemptuous look in Islandsplash's direction, the gray tabby began washing his paws. It was about time to hunt again, it seemed like it always was now that it was leafbare. He was not inclined to take anyone with him, but recently Dreamfeather had warned them against going near the borders alone. He knew that they didn't want to be caught by a Celestialclan patrol, not after what Hailghost, more kin of his, had done- but as for the reasons not to near the unoccupied border, he wasn't quite sure. Jayblue would find out, however. He had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with Splashmist, who had been looking quite depressed the past few days. Jayblue was under no impression, however, that he would be able to bully either of his lazy siblings into coming with him. Therefore he decided, quite on the spot, to hunt alone. I'm a warrior now, after all. I'm sure I can take care of myself. [/font] His warrior ceremony had been just a few moons ago, and he'd been strutting around the camp ever since. Of course, he'd been taken down a notch by the older warriors, but he still wouldn't come off it. His harassment of the younger cats, left behind in the apprentice den, was also becoming more aggressive. Speaking of which... Perhaps he ought to drag a wimpy apprentice along for the laughs. It probably wouldn't be long before their were new kits, and he had an apprentice of his own, so it couldn't hurt in the slightest to get a little, ahem, practice.[/blockquote][/size] { WORD COUNT: 613 TAGGED: Martenpaw[/size] } [/center] |
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Post by Dusk on Dec 19, 2011 17:41:04 GMT -5
Martenpaw
You people think you bad, so why you think I'm not?
Martenpaw sulked quietly in the apprentice den, a quiet sigh of exasperation escaping her every few seconds. She rested, brooding, in the shadows, mossy green eyes unhappily watching as her dark-furred sibling ran about the room and going over her recent battle training. There were far better entertainments to be had outside of the sheltered overhang of branches, but here she continued to lie. She rested with her long-furred tail draped across her legs, the naturally long fur even thicker with her winter coat; her pelt looked a ruddy brown, not nearly as vibrant with red hues as it would be once summer returned. Although it might not look nice as nice, it served well to keep out the bite of leaf-bare chill. Cats might mock her for the twigs and burrs which easily caught in her fur, but she would always be warmer than them. They weren't laughing as much now, not when they were shivering and huddling together against the cold! Secretpaw was probably even warmer than herself, although -she was sure- that much fur would likely become a hindrance when hunting or battling.
It was a relief when Secretpaw's mentor, Flamestripe, slipped into the den and whisked her sister away to go hunting. Now, at least, the rogue-blooded apprentice was able to go about her day freely. Had it been any other cat who asked for her company, the long-bodied female likely would have taken a swipe at their their nose and told them to bug off, as it were, she was willing to tolerate her family to a point. Didn't mean she had to enjoy watching a cat jumping about performing moves she too had already learned. New lessons, moves and tactics which she had yet to grow adept with, were another thing. Whatever the case, she was alone now, and unsure what to do with herself. As sullen as she had been minutes earlier for being cooped up, there really was nothing which the somali could think of for entertainment. Maybe there would be something to do outside.
The apprentice stood and stretched, arching her back and purring to herself as she worked out the kinks in her joints. With new blood coursing through her limbs, the feline padded out of the den and leapt down the low hanging branch which served as entrance to the den. Maybe Dreamfeather could be found somewhere? She might convince the deputy to take her to do more battle training. But she spotted the familiar bengal form, but -sadly- seated near another all too familiar shape. It was a hopeless endeavor to make any attempt at tearing the silver warrior away from Islandsplash once they were chatting. So much for that idea. With a snort and a roll of her eyes, Martenpaw turned of focus away from the older warriors and continued her survey of the surrounding area. That was when she spotted Jayblue, his own eyes looking in her direction. What had he been doing, eyeing his former living space? Probably plotting to create more trouble being the bully he was. Some tom he was, spineless coward always harassing anyone not big enough to fight back properly. Her eyes narrowed to yellow-green slits, body straightening out and head cocking defiantly to one side as she glared balefully at the young warrior.
"Whadda'ya want, Blue Boy?" she mewed, venom in her voice. "Found out y'ain't quite cut out for bein' a warrior just yet?"
It wasn't how she'd planned on her day going, but an argument was always entertaining.
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Post by Dawn on Dec 19, 2011 18:26:26 GMT -5
JAYBLUE. [/color][/font] Hmmm. He'd been caught, it appeared. A rather attractive young female was headed toward him, from the area where the apprentice's generally slept. He hadn't been bothered to sleep there, and now chose to sleep near the base of the tree, alone. He couldn't quite remember the name of the female heading in his direction- she'd been made an apprentice after he was already a warrior, after all, and he wasn't in the slightest interested in pesky kits. Jayblue glimpsed her naturally colored gaze, and furry pelt of tawny fur. Though she bore no resemblance to the clever ebony tom-cat, nor their leader, Voidstar, he realized after a moment's thought who this cat was. A filthy rogue. Though the clan had taken to calling her father 'Blackshard' his cousin Dreamfeather had let it slip that the tom's true name was Shard, and he had hence forth refused to call him by his warrior name. Likely, Jayblue would've done the same for this younger she-cat, but since he didn't know her name, it was a bit difficult. Think... It's either Secretpaw, Brazenpaw, or Martenpaw. He knew those had been the only kittens at the time, but he wasn't quite sure which was which, as they were all female, and annoyingly the same. He knew one was bound to be Dreamfeather's apprentice, and the other was Voidstar's, though he didn't quite remember which, nor did he know who mentored the third. Ah, well. They were all irksome, puny brats, with nothing on their minds but picking fights to prove they were worth something. He saw right away that the daughter in front of him was just the same. Whadda'ya want, Blue Boy? Jayblue smirked coldly, his icy gaze flickering over her spitefully. Apparently she knew his name, whoever she was. "Shouldn't you be in the nursery, or something?" The tabby mewed calmly, stepping slightly toward her to meet her aggressiveness. "Or has your mother only just let you out to play?" He chuckled. "Well, go on then. Would you like me to teach you how a warrior fights?" His tone had grown mocking now, as though he were in fact playing with a kit of no more than four moons old. Jayblue lifted a paw, and flicked his claws at her teasingly, stretching them from their sockets. His eyes had rounded, face distorted in the exactly sort of cheerful, moronic way Islandsplash's might have as she taught something to his sister. [/size] { WORD COUNT: 408 TAGGED: Martenpaw[/size] } [/center] |
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Post by Dusk on Dec 19, 2011 20:21:08 GMT -5
Martenpaw
You people think you bad, so why you think I'm not?
What did Martenpaw know about the other warrior besides the fact that he was a cocky tom? She had to admit, not much. Although she liked to think of herself as observant - and one had to be observant if they wanted to go anywhere in life - there were some cats that she simply had little interest in. Jayblue was one of those cats. It was probably the way he acted that repelled her, although he did seem a bit like herself in some respects. So she knew a bit about his typical nature. Not good enough, what else was there to recall? That's right, he had a tendency to scorn rogues and loners. Well, this "conversation" between the two of them would obviously be the highlight of his day then. The irony made her smile, though only inwardly. 'Let's see, dislikes outsiders, full of himself, likes to bully whenever he gets the chance...' The muscular, red-brown feline knew for sure there was something vital she was overlooking. It was nagging at the back of her mind. She was practically grinding her teeth together in thought. Eventually she had to let the matter drop with hopes that it would come to her soon enough.
A frown pulled down on the muscles of her face as the tom looked her over coolly and gave his own smirk. So he wasn't going to bite as easily as she'd first hoped. It was workable, though; she flicked an ear. Snow and dead grass crunched under her paws as she shifted her wait, striving not to react badly as the tom proceeded with his own mockery. "Nah, I'm too good for the nursery. After all, I'm no soft clan cat like yerself," she sneered, white teeth flashing in the weak sunlight. The cold vapor of air puffing with each breath from his muzzle dissipated as he spoke again, the mockery in his words clear enough even without the simpleton look on his face. His eyes flashed wide, revealing the icy blue of his gaze like that of the clear skies above. Once more she felt that gnawing in the back of her head that there was something important to remember about this warrior. Still, she couldn't dredge up whatever fact was calling for attention.
"Oh, so you fight with claws too?" The apprentice watched his paw flail through the air and felt her whiskers twitch. Did he think the way to get her riled up was treating her like a kit? He'd find out soon enough that he was going about goading the she-cat in the wrong fashion. "Here I thought you were the 'all talk, no tooth' sort." If there was one thing she'd learned in two moons as an apprentice, it was that one simply couldn't go ballistic at the first sour comment someone made about her. She gave a slow blink, unthreatened.
ooc// still adapting to her character
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Post by Dawn on Dec 19, 2011 20:59:28 GMT -5
JAYBLUE. [/color][/font] Her sneer in reply didn't get his blood boiling; actually, it made him feel the want to grin. I'm no soft clan cat like yourself. Clearly, what's-her-face thought she was all that and a dozen mouse tails, by the way she spoke. (He had taken to thinking of her as what's-her-face, seeing as he couldn't yet determine who she was.) "Well, you're certainly no clan blood. Soft, however, remains to be seen." And with that, no warning other than such, he jabbed out at her with his front paw. His claws were in their sockets now, and his paw struck, lightly, her chest. This was the soft, furry area that was most visible and also, quite vulnerable. His mentor had taught him about it during one of their very first battle training sessions, and he hadn't forgotten it. Jayblue resisted the urge to push, and see just how easily he might be able to knock the younger cat down. Instead, he drew back his paw, examined it as though corresponding about the softness of the she-cat, and then snorted. His careful contemplation appeared to be over. He wasn't a thinking type; certainly, not much of a brute, but not an intellectual either. "Hmm. Quite soft, actually." Jayblue scoffed slightly, as though he had just disproved her quite soundly. Here she had said she wasn't 'soft' and yes, she didn't look to be very much so, though he didn't think she looked very tough, either. Brawny, perhaps. They had that in common. They might have had other things in common too. He'd never consider actually befriending a disgusting rogue, of course. He wasn't so quick to fall to the level of Dreamfeather. However, she might be useful... an alliance... a plaything. Even better, if he managed to find out her name. Here I thought you were the 'all talk, no tooth' sort. He gazed at her with a mixture of bemusement and irritation. "All talk, no tooth, eh...?" The tabby fluffed up his sleek blue-gray fur, then casually looked toward the entrance of camp, as though he might be expecting someone to step through it any moment. "I could say the same for you." The tom replied bitingly. He still couldn't recall her name... but then, it wasn't something he'd known to begin with, so he may as well give up trying to remember it. Well, she'd roused his curiosity enough to just ask anyway. He tended to be blunt; manners weren't exactly essential, in Jayblue's book. "So, what, are you Brazenpaw, Martenpaw, or Secretpaw? You're clearly one of the three," the broad skulled tom muttered without interest, "but which I can't quite determine." He knew the names of all of his clanmates; it was just that he didn't always know which were which. Nor, for that matter, did he really care. But since he foresaw that he might spend the evening with said she-cat, if he managed to entertain her well enough, he thought it best to at least learn what she was called. He had seen a boring day in store, but then she had appeared, and was a great amusement to him, with her puffed up chest and ridiculously proud attitude. She reminded him a bit of himself, admittedly. Only, he of course had far more to be proud of then she did. [/size] { WORD COUNT: 554 TAGGED: Martenpaw[/size] } [/center] |
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Post by Dusk on Dec 20, 2011 17:30:05 GMT -5
Martenpaw
You people think you bad, so why you think I'm not?
It was becoming clear that Jayblue might be more than level-headed -or thick-skulled - enough to take whatever verbal abuses she might dish out. Even making a mockery of the clan blood which he paraded about so proudly failed to draw out a single whisker twitch. She had to admit, although grudgingly, that the warrior was better at keeping any sign of temper down. Most cats would have been irritated by her already and sent her off with a warning growl and a halfhearted swipe. Not this blue and gray tabby, though. In fact, was he finding this entire situation enjoyable? The apprentice gave a snort. No, of course not. Why would he? The she-cat began to relax in the presence of the warrior, although a few minutes before she had been all for glaring and spitting abuse. Still, that defiant and self assured light remained in her eyes. One brow rose as the older cat replied casually, icy blue eyes disinterested they'd been at the start of the conversation. "'Remains t'be seen?' What's that supp - ahh!" a small exclamation escaped the apprentice as the other lunged forward with an outstretched paw. She flinched back, too slow to react otherwise, and felt the pressure of toes brushing against the fur at her torso. She hissed in irritation as the bigger cat backed off. There had been no claws, she felt no sticky warm blood on her fur, everything was fine. She was just... startled.
And that annoyed her to no end.
If she hadn't lulled herself into a sense of complacency towards the warrior she might have noticed the shift in his weight as he prepared to strike at her. "Winter coat," she snapped, ducking her head and smoothing out the ruffled fur. He'd made her look a fool, though it seemed few had been there to see, luckily. "All talk, no tooth, eh...?" She gave a swish of her tail but otherwise made no acknowledgement that she'd heard his biting retort, still too busy fuming. If Dreamfeather had seen that hopeless display, oh she'd have an earful for sure. Speaking of Dreamfeather... the tom did have a slight resemblance to her mentor. The nagging surfaced once more, but this time the somali was able to placate the wonder. "The deputy's cousin?" And Splashmist's brother then, at least she thought so. Martenpaw recalled her kit days, pestering the little gray tabby with the other kits, back when Aspenpaw and Cherrypaw were in the nursery too. Odd how two siblings could be so different. Jayblue was nothing like his smaller sister! At any other time she might have pointed her observation out, but one made nothing that could be perceived as a compliment when nursing hurt ego. "Are you serious?" The she-cat looked up sharply, incredulous. The tom (lazy foolhardy idiot!) didn't even know the name of his clanmate for certain? It didn't appease her to know he'd narrowed it down to herself and her two siblings. After a moment she gathered her wits enough to answer properly. "Martenpaw," she growled, surly now. "What'cha looking for? Your girlfriend?" His glance towards the camp entrance hadn't gone unnoticed, and she was doubly willing to try and offend the other feline now.
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Post by Dawn on Dec 20, 2011 18:21:38 GMT -5
JAYBLUE. [/color][/font] So he had startled her. He already had the upper paw over her. This, this... Jayblue frowned. What's-her-face. The trouble with the three sisters was that none of their names gave real clear hints at appearance. I mean, Brazenpaw? Secretpaw? What's that supposed to tell me? Unlike his name. If one had ever seen a jay, then they ought to be able to tell why he was called Jayblue. His fur, though gray tabby to be bland, was a pale, cool hue. At times, it seemed such a deep gray as to be a very light blue. The same was true with his sister, Splashmist; her name spoke to him of water, and the cold, silvery sheen of her tabby pelt. The only name in elimination that might have been description-based was Martenpaw. Once in his life he had seen a marten, streaking through the trees- but it had been nothing but a brown blur. Unfortunately, he knew that two of the daughters were brown, like the she-cat in front of him. So there was a chance that she was Martenpaw- but there was also a chance that her sister was Martenpaw. Leave it to the rogues to make even the naming of their kits untraditional. Jayblue thought contemptuously, feeling his fur prickle with irritation. Winter coat. The warrior simply smirked, knowing he had ruffled her, but not daring to try it again. He could tell by the way her muscles had tightened- she would be ready for him this time around. She's a bit of a spitfire. He was almost curious enough to try again, just to see what would happen to him. The thought of a fight made his heart race with excitement. After his last comment, it seemed even closer, in fact. The tabby had apparently struck a nerve- the she-cat's head snapped up and he met her glare with a challenging one of his own, harsh gaze still flickering with amusement. Are you serious? He gave a snort. If he hadn't been serious, why would he have asked? Such a touchy female. This was the first time they'd spoken; how did she expect him to know her name by heart? It wasn't like he spent a whole lot of time gazing at the apprentices these days. After a few moments, she spoke again, to tell him that her name was, in fact, Martenpaw. I knew it! Probably bites like a marten, too. He had chanced another glance over his shoulder, casual but not overt, to the camp entrance. This time he was caught- What'cha looking for? Your girlfriend? The drearily colored tom's smirk only grew at this comment. "Ha, could be. Why, d'you think you've seen her around?" His eyes glittered, shifting past her shoulder to watch his sister climbing up the tree in search of Islandsplash. Then he laughed sharply, eyes drifting lazily back, and meowed, "Or are you offering, Martenpaw?" Again Jayblue's tone had grown mocking, but he was still at ease with his surroundings, and the situation. He was sitting, with his tail curled about his haunches, the tip flicking methodically. [/size] { WORD COUNT: 517 TAGGED: Martenpaw } [/center][/size] |
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Post by Dusk on Dec 22, 2011 18:25:06 GMT -5
Martenpaw
You people think you bad, so why you think I'm not?
Martenpaw knew all too well that she'd been lucky to get away with only a tap to the chest, and hardly a tap at that. More of a quick brush, really. It could have been worse, more humiliating by a long shot. So she stood, muscles drawn taught and tail bristling faintly as the apprentice waited to see if the dull-pelted tom planned on trying to strike a second time. He probably wouldn't, but she almost wished that he'd be foolish enough to make the attempt. The tawny-furred female wanted some form of payback. Maybe a bite to the paw, yes, that'd be perfect. The image of surprise on his face rose in her head, and she savored the picture of it. What would happen as her fangs dug into fur and skin? It would be nice if he yelped at the least, better if she got a yowl out of him. That might cause fight, though. And a fight with a tom who had a good amount of size, weight, and skill on her could easily make the apprentice look like an even bigger fool. No, better to try and avoid more conflict, let him be the one to make some stupid move. Still, it wasn't easy for the she-cat to simply ignore his multitude of jibes. Though she made a good attempt at disguising her dismay, Martenpaw still felt annoyance that nothing she said was getting more than a casual reaction from the other cat. 'Humph, he must be dull as a rock to be taking everything I say so coolly,' she tried to convince herself. He just sponged up everything she dished out. Some way or another, though, she'd eventually get him to react how she wanted.
The long-bodied feline gave a snort as he responded, level-headed as he'd been at the start of the conversation.Her eyes were roaming the camp's 'clearing', seeking out either of her sisters. Secretpaw was likely still out with Flamestripe hunting - or at least making some pitiful attempt to. And she hadn't seen the shorter furred Brazenpaw since the morning. Her like-coloured sibling always seemed to be roaming, probably thinking herself of the utmost importance considering she was apprenticed to Voidstar. Martenpaw recalled how put off she'd been at first when she found that she would have to watch her sister prancing about with a leader for mentor, but it had soothed her nerves slightly to end up receiving the deputy for herself. Anything was better than receiving a plain old warrior for mentor like Secretpaw had. One climbed up in the hierarchy by having friends in high places. Dreamfeather being her mentor just brought her one step higher on the rung to her ambitions of becoming a leader. Not that she'd ever informed others of her dreams. No, the way she loved the sound of Martenstar remained safely tucked away in her head at all times. "Pfff, you make it sound as though any she-cat would find you appealing," she scoffed with a small, unpleasant grin on her face. "I mean, look at you. Your pelt matches your personality. Dull." The she-cat stepped back slightly, a harsh laugh rattling in her throat. "Or are you offering, Martenpaw?" The 'smile' remained on her face, this last comment failing to faze her visibly. "Really? So desperate you'd ask any apprentice that comes along, eh?" Her head had the challenging tilt to it again, and her tail swept behind her with a life of its own. She'd regret moving it without caution later, when she had to pick any number of burrs and snow from the long fur.
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Post by Dawn on Dec 23, 2011 12:18:54 GMT -5
JAYBLUE. [/color][/font] The more the prickly apprentice growled at him, the more he liked it. In fact, Jayblue leaned back on his haunches, thoroughly enjoying her obvious attempts to ruffle him. It was funny; he had learned that the best way to make a cat angry was to simply go about one's own business and remain unaffected by their jabs. It was clear to him by how 'Martenpaw' continued amping up her insults that she was becoming annoyed with his cool headed attitude. He would've liked nothing better than to reach out and slash that smirk off of her insolent little rogue maw; however, the fact that he didn't care whatsoever what apprentices had to say about him helped him control the urge. He knew it as well as she did; she was just entertainment for the evening. A conversation, so to say, argument, that would be forgotten when he went in search of new amusement the next day. He watched her with a placid but intelligent blue gaze as she stepped away from him and laughed. Relishing his calm retaliation, his visibly licked his lips, in the way that one might after swallowing the best morsel of prey. How that would antagonize her. Martenpaw was a treasure, all right. Maybe he'd even come back for some more of her stupid little attempts to faze him tomorrow. It was certainly pretty funny. It was even raising his mood from the dismal air he had carried that morning, after the hunting patrol. "Really? So desperate you'd ask any apprentice that comes along, eh?" Jayblue broke into his own raucous laugh, eyes gleaming. His husky, throaty chuckle had drawn the eyes of those around camp, including the matching ice blue ones of his cousin, Dreamfeather. He caught her looking in his direction, and though she looked away moments later, he had seen the chance. From then on, the gray-blue tabby's voice became that of a gentleman, without a single jeer to it. "You must forgive me, Martenpaw." He put a rather rude emphasize on her name that he found was becoming a habit to do. It was almost a coo. "I was only trying to make you feel a bit better. Figured you'd heard what Dreamfeather was saying about you, you know, by the way you're acting." He snorted, but remained smiling. "I guess you've just always got a burr in your tail, hey?" He gave his shoulder a comfortable lick, pressing the fur down. "It must be a real pain for your denmates."
With a bored little yawn, he turned his back on her, tail sweeping the ground in leaving. Of course, this was to be the most interesting part. Jayblue slowly turned his head back over his shoulder, and gazed at her. "If I'm so terribly dull, though," he remained still, but fully intended to leave her here, with the gazes of the other cats on her, "then I suppose I'll put you out of your clear misery and take my leave." He sneered, giving her a sweeping look that said he didn't think much of her. "Nice meeting you, Martenpaw."
[/size] { WORD COUNT: 518 TAGGED: Martenpaw } NOTES: If you can bear to have Martenpaw embarrassed by taking his bait, she might follow Jayblue anyway, by means of harassing him more? This is a good thread for developing them. [/center][/size] |
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Post by Dusk on Dec 25, 2011 10:00:52 GMT -5
Martenpaw
You people think you bad, so why you think I'm not?
It was getting harder for the she-cat to withstand the tom's blatant shrugging off of every insult she could fling out. Stupid tom! He couldn't really be so tolerant towards mockery. It was impossible! There had to be a breaking point for every cat, some line to be crossed that eventually got them riled up to the point that their facade of cool snapped. Where was Jayblue's, though? Every second the tom continued to ignore her insults she grew more frustrated and furious. If she'd been older and wiser -and less vain- Martenpaw might have let things drop as they were and picked her battles more intelligently. Too bad for her, the red-brown apprentice had too much ego to support. She couldn't see that she'd already lost the battle. The battle for embarrassment would continue for sometime yet.
She was starting to think the warrior viewed all this as a game. It was almost like he wasn't even trying to take her seriously. The whole thing was a joke to him! She couldn't say for certain, but it sure seemed that way. 'Am I just, his entertainment for the day? No, no... it can't be.' It was rather tempting an idea to go straight out and demand to know if that's what the bigger cat was thinking when he spoke to her. If it wasn't, though, then she'd just make him think himself better than her. She was sure of it. Mossy, yellow and green eyes narrowed as she forced herself to take a calming breath and clear her thoughts. She needed to avoid jumbling everything up and doing something catastrophically stupid. Still, watching as the blue-gray tom smirked and swiped his tongue across his teeth, the apprentice found herself unsheathing claws to dig them into the snow and soil beneath. How dare he treat her like some interesting little tidbit? One way or another she'd prove she was better than him. That'd be the day. She wanted to see his face when the "little, bratty rogue" ended up higher in the clan than he was. He wouldn't be smirking and treating her like a kit then.
Martenpaw was busy losing herself in thoughts of revenge and grandeur, so she nearly jumped when he gave a rough laugh. The instinctive purr that was beginning to rise in her throat died before it was loud enough for anyone beside herself to here and she cast a dark glare at the warrior. Now what was he up to? The little she-cat had yet to notice the small gathering of cats that was slowly trickling from the tree to observe the happenings between the two cats. The apprentice was blind to the other stares, and so it never struck her to attempt silencing the older warrior. He'd glanced past her, yes, but he'd looked away from her so many times that she grew tired of following his gaze. "What's with the fancy airs," she growled in confusion as he suddenly took a polite stance in the conversation. Something was up. "Figured you'd heard what Dreamfeather was saying about you, you know, by the way you're acting." 'What Dreamfeather has been saying about - that tom set me up!' Head twisting about to see what had set Jayblue on this new track, she was dismayed to see Dreamfeather with hers ears and head tilted ever so slightly in their direction. Alongside a sizable number of other Tempestclan cats as well. The male had taken things into his paws to swiftly for Martenpaw to react in time, all too soon he was bidding her a "gentlemanly" (snobbish) good day and sweeping away. And with all these eyes on them! The tawny feline couldn't just sit there and stand the indignation, not when so many had seen the exchange. So she gave pursuit of the tom. Quick strides fueled by anger allowed the long-bodied feline to quickly catch up with Jayblue, not that he'd gone far yet. "You think I'm just going to take you making a mockery of me in the entire clan?!" She spat, hackles rising slightly and tail over her head like a standard. Any semblance of cool was gone. "You won't get away with this." It was hard resisting the urge to pace and prowl in front of him. She could feel her lips pulling back over teeth and gums in a silent snarl. "Let me tell you, lazy ass," those moons with Aspenpaw and his language had rubbed off on her, "I won't stand for your 'little jibes'." She stamped a paw on the ground.
ooc//Sorry this took longer than the others. My muse sort of died for it, though I'm happy to keep the thread going. Wasn't sure what to have Martenpaw say.
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Post by Dawn on Dec 27, 2011 12:55:18 GMT -5
JAYBLUE ♕ [/color][/font][/b] He began to walk away, slowly and with dignity. His head was raised high with pride, his tail equally so, and his legs moved with strength. It was good to be young and handsome. Even more so when you could make fools of those that sought to make a fool of you first. After all, Martenpaw really had gotten what was coming to her. She had started out their conversation rudely, in a way that quite undermined him, and so he would end it in his own vain way. It was only fair. Jayblue smiled, sending a nod of polite greeting toward Dreamfeather as he exited the clearing. It was just then that he heard a scrabbling on earth behind him, and the apprentice caught up, spitting with fury. Somehow, he couldn't explain why, it only made him feel better and better. He had his own business to attend to, and if she felt like trailing him all over the forest, that was her problem. She had shown that she didn't want to be friends- as if I would befriend a lowly rogue to begin with! - from the beginning, and so he was just doing what one would expect from an enemy. Making a fool of her. Raising the fur on her shoulders. Whatever it took, really, to make her see how little he thought of her insolent little self. She obviously couldn't be bothered to respect him, and he certainly deserved it, he was a warrior, not to mention kin of Martenpaw's mentor- so he wasn't going to trouble himself by respecting her, either. There wasn't much use in being some kindly fool, like Islandsplash or something. He'd be turning into a soft kittypet, just like her! "You think I'm just going to take you making a mockery of me in the entire clan?!" He paused, cooly, just outside of the camp. There was snow, pressed with paw prints, all around. Jayblue bared his teeth at her, in what might have made a convincing smile, without his cold eyes. "No, of course not, Martenpaw. Actually, I'd assumed you would simply rage along after me, thus proving to them that you are, indeed, a fool." He rolled his eyes, sitting in the snow as he watched her. She might as well throw a fit. Things were getting rather out of hand, and he had to admit, the more angry she got, the less amusement he got. In fact, Jayblue was growing tired of it, and his annoyance was starting to show. He was sitting still, but his claws dug in and out of the earth. "I won't stand for your 'little jibes'." He shrugged, looking her in the eye with a rather irritated glint. "So be it, if you won't 'stand for' them." He murmured, giving his tail a lash. The white landscape surrounding them brought out the blue hint to his dark gray fur. "It only seemed to me that if you didn't care to be friends, we might just as well be enemies." He got to his feet again. A chill was creeping into his fur, and he wanted to be moving. "It suits your purposes to go around hissing and spitting, having your little fits, doesn't it?" Jayblue growled, before continuing to walk. He really had no goal in mind, no place to end up. He just hoped to shake her off with distance. It was a sound theory, that the farther one got, the less frustration one would feel toward said rogue apprentice.
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Post by Dusk on Jan 10, 2012 21:04:24 GMT -5
Martenpaw
You people think you bad, so why you think I'm not?
It was nigh on impossible for the hot-headed apprentice to stop and think about just what stupid action she might have been taking by choosing to pursue the older tom, let alone consider her words before she chose them. She had two goals in mind. The first, simply to escape the great tree of the camp and those curious gazes which she'd felt practically burning into her pelt. Having others looking at her was not necessarily a bad thing -admittedly she enjoyed attention- with the exception being when cats were watching after she'd been mocked in some way or another. Especially when one of the cats was Dreamfeather. When she was on the losing end of a verbal "battle", the last feline she wanting seeing the scene was her mentor and deputy. There were times when an audience was good, but only when she, Martenpaw, won, not the other way around. Leave it to that fool Jayblue to pick the worst possible time for an insult. Had there not been so many other clanmates around (and had the mocking not been directed towards her), she might've given the gray-blue cat some sort of grudging respect. It was pleasing, in an odd sort of way, to actually have some retorts on both sides for once. Typically others just snapped and walked away, which was good too. A proper "debate", though, made things more interesting.
She was too bothered by his parting speech, however. It was probably all a sinister mind game; drop some mysterious, vague statement and turn around, then let the tendrils of wonder and doubt begin to nag. Dreamfeather couldn't have said anything, right? At least not which would spread through the entire camp. As much as she wished to demand what he'd meant, the long-bodied apprentice realized that to ask would only set herself up for more misdirection. She'd play right into some trap or another. And so, she stood there in front of the larger warrior, muscles flexing in preparation for a non-existent battle and tawny fur bristling slightly. There really was nothing left for her to say at the time. The small array of verbal abuses she'd built up over eight short moons was depleted. Jayblue looked down at the smaller she-cat with clear disdain, not to mention a flicker of annoyance. 'Heh, at least I managed to get to him a bit.' His tail lashed, another sign that her original goal of irritating him had worked, if only slightly and at a large cost to her own ego. "Just warning you, I won't forget today," she growled in response to his snide retort. Martenpaw kept still after the male slipped past her again, fighting the urge not to chase after him a second time. "And by the way," she turned to look over her shoulder at his slow-walking form, "the interesting cat is the one who makes enemies. Slouchers who do nothing but lie about are the boring ones." The statement had no meaning or drive, she just felt the need for some parting words. With what felt like the hundredth calming deep breath for that day, the apprentice wove her way back across the snow, though not into the camp. Most definitely not the camp.
ooc// goodness, i don't even know what this is. sorry for the suckish-level of the post, but i know it's about time i got marten's final reply up.
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Post by Dawn on Jan 29, 2012 12:50:21 GMT -5
JAYBLUE ♕ [/color][/font][/b] Just warning you, I won't forget today He laughed loudly, not even sparing a glance at her remark. "Ooh, I'm so damn terrified, I'm shaking. Rats! I hate it when I make kits for enemies!" [/color] His tone was still bitingly sarcastic as ever, though he grew slightly distracted by a wet sound under paw. Jayblue lifted his foot, only to find a moist leaf sticking to it. He glanced upward, into the trees, and noted that Leafbare was at least half over. Only when he was many foxlengths away did the little coward find the courage to speak up again. The interesting cat is the one who makes enemies. Slouchers who do nothing but lie about are the boring ones. That riled him for one main reason- he was out doing plenty of hunting and patrolling in his own time, but the fact that he didn't prefer it as his cousin did made him 'lazy.' Lashing his head around to stare at her with blazing blue lights, hatred swirling about the irises as his main emotion, Jayblue snarled at her spitefully. "You don't know a thing about me, you insolent little fox cub." He sneered, fur prickling up along his neck to make his lean form appear larger. "And you would do well to pick your enemies more carefully next time." With her comment made, she had begun to slip off, and as did he, trying to cool down. It enraged him that she had managed to get under his skin, even if she hadn't managed to rouse his full temper. When he truly became angry, it tended to be all consuming. Still, a little baby of a wannabe warrior had managed to make his stomach roll with fire, and his head buzz with the instinct to lash out. [/blockquote] { WORD COUNT: 299 TAGGED: NO ONE }[/font][/color] [/center] |
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