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Post by rowan on May 27, 2009 13:36:59 GMT -5
The feathers fluttered to the floor with every tug of the young bird, soon collecting in a small pile beside the black warrior. He wasn't hungry, he didn't even know why he had got the stupid little bird, he was just in a bad mood. It didn't help that dark clouds covered the sky, dampening his spirit (and soon everything else) even more. Why couldn't it be a nice day? He could do with a nice sunny day, get the prey out so he could go hunting and save himself from bordom. But no, it wouldn't happen. Apparently he wasn't in Starclans favour today.
Nightpelt sighed and pushed the half plucked bird away from him, he was well and truely stumped. What would he do today? There was no point in hunting unless the sun came out- he had already tried that. So what could he do? He would go for anything right now! Where was Mapleleaf? He would talk to her happily, or anyone else. He was that desperate, he hardly even liked his other clanmates!
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Post by scribblez on May 27, 2009 13:51:40 GMT -5
Petalfrost walked out of the warrior's den. She looked up at the sky.
Oh, great! She thought bitterly and turned to walk back inside, but before she could, she noticed the black tom, and studied him.
Why is he picking the feathers off that bird? She was curious, but she hated other cats, and tried to keep from padding over to him. She watched him sigh, and decided she'd go see.
Now, Petalfrost isn't the kind to talk to other cats. But today, as no light penetrates from the sky, she was bored. She snuck up from behind him and stared at him. She leaped over him, and turned to face him.
"What are you doing?" Even her tone was terrible, but if she got to like you, it turned sweet. Now, only a few cats got to hear it, but I assure you, it's cute.
"We shouldn't play with our food." Her tone became amused, and she looked at him, level. |
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Post by rowan on May 27, 2009 14:10:08 GMT -5
Nightpelt looked up as a she-cat leapt towards him. Oh god, maybe he didn't want to talk to anyone. She was most probably a horrible cat like the rest of the clan, well, save a few. Inwardly he groaned, but showed no signs to the she-cat. Why should she bother with him? Didn't she have kits to terrorise? Thats what he guessed most TempestClan cats did when nothing else was happening, it was most unlikely they actually talked to anyone. Fighting, tricking, lying, scheeming, there were many words that could describe the clan, none good.
He ignored her first question, he doubted that she would mind, he didn't even kno why she came to him. Was she going to sit there and annoy him all day? Oh starclan, he hoped not.
"Do you have anything better to do on a day like this?" he asked, his voice cold.
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Post by scribblez on May 27, 2009 14:25:02 GMT -5
Petalfrost rolled her eyes when he didn't answer her question, but was stung a bit when she heard how cold his voice was. It flashed in her eyes, but other then that she showed no emotions. She softened her face, reading his thoughts.
" I'm not a deamon. I can be nice, you know." She said, her voice softening as well.
She started at him, waiting for an answer. She noted that he was kind of cute, but she shook it from her head. She was trying to be nice, despite her rude personality. She thought about hitting him, but she didn't want another cat angry with her. |
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Post by rowan on May 28, 2009 13:45:35 GMT -5
Nightpelt sighed, at least she was making the effort. It made him feel a little better that she would actually talk to him like he was her clan mate, and not a piece of dung like others did. If only everyone was like that! It would make Tempestclan a much better place. Oh yeah, like that would happen! Though, he supposed, it surely couldn't get any worse. Been there, done that.
"Thats one cat," He said, his voice normal but not cheery, "And thanks,"
He looked up at the sky, and wished it would clear. Maybe it would get better at night, and the clouds would be gone leaving the stars and moon. That would be great, not like the stupid overcast weather.
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Post by scribblez on May 28, 2009 15:11:10 GMT -5
Petalfrost smiled a bit, and then frowned once more.
"Anytime." She mewed, her voice no longer soft, but as normal. She read his thoughts and continued, "Yeah, It would be better if the clouds disappeared." Silence. "Don't you think?" She added jokingly, wondering how he'd feel about one of the most anti-social cats in the Clan trying to be his friend. She smirked mentally, and started to stretch, her eyes never leaving him.
'God I wish the clouds would just GO AWAY!' She thought angrily, clawing lines into the earth. The clouds were beginning to make her mood worse then it usually was, and that was surprising. She kept her fur from bristling, and sat down, awkwardly next to him. [/size][/color] |
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