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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 3, 2009 5:08:23 GMT -5
figpaw. Oh great. Rain.
The sorrel she-cat stared balefully out the exit of the apprentice's den. Her long tail curled around her paws, which were tapping on the wet ground beneath her. Figpaw sighed and shook her head, bending her ears back when she felt a drop of rain splatter on her forehead. She grunted emotionlessly and shook her entire body, stepping aside. However, another droplet dripped down between the rafters onto her. Her hazel eyes closed calmly as the apprentice inhaled and exhaled deeply.
The pretty red-brown she-cat stood up onto stilt-like legs, still glancing out the exit. So...there was no hope of Firestar calling a Clan meeting today to give me a mentor. Damn...oh well. The MoonClanner stretched and walked back into the den, making her way over to her bed. It was between Sablepaw, Wovenknot's son, and an empty nest, where an apprentice had just been made a warrior recently. She didn't remember who had occupied it last.
Figpaw crouched and then lunged upward, gracefully landing in her neat bed. The sorrel femme lay down with her paws hanging over the edge boredly, her tail flicking up and down.
ooc;// closed xx sablepaw xx shade |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Feb 3, 2009 5:30:12 GMT -5
sablepaw Sablepaw's stormy grey eyes blinked open as rain began to patter loudly on the ground. His large ears swivelled round in surprise. The snow must be on it's way out, then. Which was a good thing. It did terrible things to your coat. The long-limbed tom got gracefully to his paws, shaking out his slender frane. The apprentice then began to groom his coat laboriously. He washed until his snowy fur shone, and the black spots shone in the icy light. Sablepaw stared gloomily out of the den. As soon as he went outside, his efforts would be ruined. "I say," he grumbled. The handsome tom turned as Figpaw suddenly jumped into her nest next to his. He smiled at her, his smoky eyes shimmering suddenly. She was very pretty. "Why hello there, Figpaw," he mewed, glad that his voice had deepened a little recently. "Ghastly day, isn't it? But at least the blasted snow will vacate the area at last." |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 3, 2009 5:38:08 GMT -5
figpaw. She smiled kindly at him, nodding her head shortly. "I heartily agree."
The she-cat lifted her licked paw and ran it over her ears. "I had hoped that Firestar would give me a mentor but...I guess she's waiting until Havocpaw gets out of the medicine den or something like that." The sorrel she-cat shrugged slightly. "Though...Firestar's been dreadfully ill and going out in this weather would ruin her." Figpaw shook her head sympathetically.
Her hazel eyes turned dully over to Sablepaw, running over his well-kept pelt with a mysterious lilting smile. Figpaw suddenly went silent, watching the tom's movements. She supposed that he did act quite the part of the lordly sir that he wanted to be. Figpaw wasn't exactly lady material. She was larger than most she-cats were at her age, but her lissome legs sort of evened out the odds. She couldn't wait for New-leaf, when she could run and run without worrying about getting caught in a snowstorm or stepping on icicles.
She found herself blabbering again, which she really shouldn't do in the presence of the deputy's son. "Your mother's going to be leader soon, I reckon." She smiled winningly at him. "Lord Sablepaw, leader's son." |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Feb 3, 2009 5:44:58 GMT -5
sablepaw Sablepaw's heart fluttered as she smiled at him. The tom turned his head at an angle slightly, so that his eyes caught the dim light and sparkled. He wanted to look his best. She was talking to the future leader's son, perhaps one day to be leader himself. He wanted to make a good impression. Sablepaw nodded at Figpaw's next words. "Ah, yes. I'm sure any cat would be honoured to have you as their apprentice, dear Figpaw," he mewed airily. The tom blinked at her next words, about Firestar. He wasn't particularly worried about the flame-coloured cat's death. He knew that half the clan were fretting, but definitely wasn't losing sleep over it. That meant his mother would be leader, which would raise his reputation in the clan. Sablepaw puffed out his lean chest at Figpaw's words. "Why yes, she certainly shall be," he mewed. He chuckled at what she called him. "Well! I don't know about that!" He mewed modestly, though of course that was how he thought of himself inside his own egotistical head. |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 3, 2009 5:57:51 GMT -5
figpaw. Figpaw tried not to chuckle when he puffed himself out like a peacock. The sorrel she-cat, however, was taken aback by his words and endearment. Of course, she did not show it. Her face was as impassive as a tree but her innards were toiling around at the thought of how to reply to his tom.
However, Sablepaw was distracted by her next words so she took time to smile and reply to that. "Nonsense, Sablepaw. Everyone in the nursery knows it." The red-brown she-cat stretched in her nest and rolled onto her belly. "You're not a bad guy to talk to, like some people seem to think. They just don't know how to talk to you." |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Feb 5, 2009 9:40:05 GMT -5
sablepaw The long-limbed white tom followed Figpaw's example, sitting back down in his nest, so that his elegant legs were folded neatly. The white-pelted apprentice's smile broadened at the she-cat's next words. Did they now? Marvellous. It was about time he got the respect he deserved. His mother was going to be leader. Sablepaw bridled as he thought of his mother, his sleek fur bristling a little. Hurt pride flashed in his eyes. Only yesterday, some idiotic fool had asked him whether Wovenknot really was going mad. Sablepaw flicked his tail airily to himself, forgetting about Figpaw's presence briefly. He then blinked open his gray eyes and saw her. "Terribly sorry about that," he apologized pompously, grooming his muzzle to hide his expression. "You know how one's thoughts can catch up on them, no?" |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 5, 2009 9:49:19 GMT -5
figpaw. She nodded sympathetically. "I understand," the sorrel femme said quietly. She looked away, resting her head on her paws and the edge of her nest. "Whenever I find myself being chased by thoughts, I like to just walk and escape them, letting their energy float away." She coiled up, reaching down to groom her leg. "But...that's just me. Do you think you'd enjoy such a thing?" She paused in her grooming and looked up at him, blinking unreadable eyes. |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Feb 14, 2009 7:12:10 GMT -5
sablepaw The long limbed white tom blinked, still grooming his muzzle. His grey eyes grew a little less embarrased as Figpaw mewed sympathetically. His shoulders sagged, so that he looked a lot younger than usual. He listened eagerly to Figpaw's advice. He had never tried such a thing before. He got to his paws and shook himself. "I have no idea," he mewed. "But there's no harm in trying, eh?" The pompous tom gave his coat a couple of licks to flatten it to it's usual sleek state. He turned back to her. He was getting to the age when she-cats were starting to look appealing to him - and Figpaw seemed very appealing. Not only was she one of the most beautiful cats he had ever seen, she knew just how to treat him. "Would you care to join me, fair Figpaw?" |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 16, 2009 0:24:53 GMT -5
figpaw. She smiled at Sablepaw and stood up, almost hitting her shoulders on the ceiling. Chuckling, the long-legged she-cat stretched and leapt to the floor. "Why, yes, Sir Sablepaw, I would love to," Figpaw mewed, humoring him a bit. She waved her tail and trotted handsomely over to the exit, contemplating where to go.
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