idle paws are the devils playthings (Open)

[sandpoppy]

Strike

Bored.

That single word was what filled the toms world. Every pad of his paws seemed to shout it. Even his own heartbeat was against him. He could hear it.
Ba-bored. Ba-bored. Ba-bored.
It was driving him crazy. He paced back and forth, trying to think of something that would prove to be entertaining. There was the she-cats. The she-cats where always fun. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a severe lack of the she-cats where he was at the moment. He though of heading over to TempestClan (it always had plenty of the she-cats!) but he couldn't gather the willpower. He could always go back to Talon, but remembering their previous conversation didn't make that the best idea.
"I told you to choose what would cure a belly ache." Talon said slowly, having more trouble keeping his temper under check then normal.
"Yeah." Strike said just as slowly, his eyes glazed over with boredom.
"This is deathberry. It is not an healing herb. It will kill you."
"But it will get rid of the bellyache!" Strike joked.
That was about when the healer stopped talking to him. They hadn't spoken in a day now, and Strike certainty wasn't going to go back to his friend and grovel. Let Talon come to him! And make it soon, because if something didn't happen in the next few minutes he was going to lose his mind.

OOC: I forgot how cruddy my starter post where... My replies should be better.

[rex]

Clock

A hiss escaped from from Clock's lips, her voice mangled with the hoarseness that is inevitable when you speak as often as she does. Clock whipped her head around to see the end of her tail stained red, still caught in the barbed wire that had cut it [her owners would definitely be surprised to find blood on the wire that they were putting up to keep rabbits and the like out of the vegetable garden]. Clock dashed after the moronic squirrel that had startled her into backing up, slicing the cut on her tail deeper as she pulled it free, eliciting another ragged hiss of pain.

The fence was an easy leap for Clock, but the same went for the squirrel as well. Clock could feel her tail tip throb a little as she chased the wee rodent over the pavement, but she ignored it. How can something with legs so small be so quick? The thing was still a few steps ahead of her, and the distance was closing too slowly for Clock's liking. Then the squirrel started to climb up a barking tree! She bared her teeth at the moronic thing's retreating figure, cursing it for choosing the one tree that had no branches low enough for her to jump onto. Clock settled down at the base of the tree and began to lick her sore tail, grudgingly acknowledging that the squirrel had won.

[sandpoppy]

Just as Strike was feeling suicidal, he heard the sudden pad of paws. Immediately he perked up as he searched for the cause of the disturbance. Could it be...? Was it...? Yes! It was a she-cat. A rather odd looking she-cat, but beggars can't be choosers. Besides, she looked like a kitty-pet, and his experience had taught him that kitty-pets are much better at noticing little things. Like how incredibly gorgeous and savvy he was. All in all, he preferred a she-cat who would knock him once in a while, but a little adoration never hurt either. Putting on his best crooked smile he padded into the open.
"Hello there sweetheart." He said confidently. "If you will pardon me for being cliche, what is a she-cat like you doing in a place like this?"
Yes it was an old line, and he liked it. If he could make something that cheesy sound awesome, there was nothing he couldn't do.

[rex]

Clock just stared at the strange tom, her tongue still halfway out of her mouth. Why was he smiling at her, and who in this world was Sweetheart? He must have her confused with some other cat, Clock reasoned. In response to his question, she lifted her tail skywards, where the branches were still rustling slightly thanks to the squirrel's scampering disturbing them. Going back to licking her still bleeding tail, Clock temporarily took her eyes off the golden tom to inspect her cut before looking back up.

Who was this tom? She had seen most of the cats in Trenton [or whatever her owners called that place they lived], but this guy was a complete stranger. Clock was confident she would have noticed him, with his height, pelt, scars, and good looks to top it all off. Also, who did he think she was? Clock's eyes expressed pure confusion, and her vision tilted along with her head as Clock tried to figure out the answers to her own questions.

[sandpoppy]

Strike's smile slipped for a moment, but he quickly straightened it. Obviously the little lady was still taking him in.
"No need to be shy." He said, letting his voice soften. That was another thing about kitty-pets. They were always so skittish. It was annoying to play the good guy, but you work with what you got. "I know I am devilishly handsome and overwhelmingly charming, but I am just another tom. Names Strike, you've probably heard of me." He sat down and groomed himself casually. Then he looked up. "You know, I have a friend who could take a look at that tail." He winked roguishly. "And afterwords, we can teach those cheeky squirrels a lesson. How does that sound sweetness?"

[rex]

Clock gave the completely and utterly conceited tom [who had gone as far as to give her the presumably fake name of "Strike"] the evil eye. She simply could not stand cats who were A. narcissistic, B. condescending, C. rude, or D. all of the above [and this so-called "Strike" was quite obviously a D]. Continuing to glare at the new moron of the day, Clock stood up; she flicked her tail at him, seeing a drop of blood fly off the tip because of the momentum, and stalked away, fuming. Clock had only gone six steps before she paused and jerked her head halfway back at the tom. "Clockwork," she corrected him, abhorring the nicknames he had called her enough to merit speaking [though it sounded like "Loc-irk" when Clock said it], before continuing away.

[sandpoppy]

Strike was shocked. Absolutely shocked. That wasn't how cute somewhat strange looking kitty-pets were supposed to react at all! He stood with his mouth open for several seconds before the utter hilarity of the she-cats expression struck him. She hated his guts! The thought was funny enough to make him laugh. Hard and loud.
"Don't go away mad!" He called out when he stopped for breath. He briefly thought of chasing after her, see how mad she'd get before he got some real fire. But no. She was just a kitty-pet. Hardly worth the bother.
"Your loss... sweetheart" He added for good measure. He stood up, in a much better mood and began wondering what TempestClan was up too.

OOC: Should we wrap this up or have you any other ideas?

[rex]

Ooc: the only thing I can think of is a fight ensuing, which would be out of character for my cat, so I believe our thread is done. Thank you for rping with me

[LYNX ♥]

xx closed.