THE iNSANiTY &&[CREEKCASCADE]

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Creekpaw

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He padded around the terrain, the grass prickling on his paws. His short cream fur mingled with the dusty green, turning the lower bit of the small tom's pelt into a mix of colours. His brown-tipped ears were pricked as he padded along, feeling the grainy terra under his slim paws. The pointed tom looked up, brushing beside a tree. He was in the middle of nowhere now, the dark forest to his left and the long grass to his right. His deep blue eyes were open and alert as he looked for prey.

His licked his shoulder self-conciously, aware that his crouch could be better as he eyed the area around him for mice. He opened his muzzle, scenting the air. The strong scent of chipmunk hit him, but he couldn't locate it. Sighing, the tom flicked his lithe tail through the air, and set off again. Moving at a brisk pace, he twitched this whiskers and felt the air.

He needed to come back with some prey today, or his mentor would be kind of angry. The siamese was newly apprenticed, and he was just dying to make a good impression to the Clan. His paws thudded against the firm ground as he looked around, mouth slightly open. Creekpaw padded closer to the forest, hoping to find prey hiding near it. Its shadow loomed over him, and the tom shivered.

Opening his mouth, Creekpaw proceeded to scent the air again. "Foxdung," he murmured scenting nothing.

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[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

"Maplepaaaaaaaw! Maplepaaaaaw! Come out, come out, wherever you aaaaaaare!"

The little she-cat was about to give up. All day she had wandered the terratory in circles, calling his name, only once getting a reaction from a cat who turned out to be named Maplepool. Huh. She was searching, but of course she found nothing: her friend was gone, lost, never to be found. The she-cat's hope had been diminished until even Cascadepaw was uncharacteristically gloomy. And as much as she wanted to beleive that Maplepaw was close by, that he could hear her, she wasn't stupid. Hyper, yes, stupid, no. Maplepaw was not coming home. Ever.

In an instant, big, bubbly tears began to wash down the white she-cat's face. They blurred her eyes so much that she was basically stumbling blind, each shape blurring into the next through her curtain of tears. She was still blubbering when she felt herself trip over something soft and furry. She gasped, but when she turned it was not Maplepaw but another apprentice she didn't yet know.

"Hi," she said softly, smiling even though she was still crying. "I'm Cascadepaw, and I'm trying to find my friend but I don't think he's here. That's why I'm cryin', just so you know, and I don't cry like this all the time. Firepaw's the crybaby, but anyway, what's your name? Sorry for stepping on you and stuffs, but I couldn't really see which way I was going, so yeah." It seemed as if her tears had not stopped her will to chatter and ramble like normal.

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Creekpaw

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Padding alone with his head in the clouds was something Creekpaw had always been strangely good at. He kept his mouth open as he took tentative steps on the grassy plateau, still shivering from the shadow of the forest. He was so obsessed with finding and catching some prey for his mentor, the tom didn't scent the she-cat coming his way. Perhaps if he had scented her, he would have turned and ran the other way. As naive and innocent as he was, Creekpaw wasn't very good with she-cats.

"Oof!" he breathed as a solid form connected with his and nearly trampled him. The small tom crumpled to the ground with a wheeze, shakily trying to take a deep breath. His head was spinning. What had hit him? Where there rogues on the territory?

He scented again to find that it was merely Cascadepaw. He got up to his feet and began to stutter an apology for being in her way. She cut him off with an apology of her one, and Creekpaw watched her, dumbfounded. Licking his chest fur in perpetual embaressment, Creekpaw looked away as she began to ramble. "It's alright... I didn't notice you either. Sorry..."

"So, uhm," the tom continued, "Who are you looking for?"

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[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

ooc* my apologies, O great Brindlerz. I had a nice long post going but my brother exited out of it. >.>

Now that she wasn't alone anymore, wandering the woods, Cascadepaw felt a little bit better. "My friend Maplepaw. Have you seen him? He's about this tall and this size and his pelt looks like this..." with every other word came an odd gesture with her forepaws, waving in the air as she tried to remember what exactly he looked like. Eventually she gave up, sitting down beside Creekpaw. "Anyways, I'm lookin' for him because no one else will. They're all like "Oh, he's gone and he's dead and he's not comin' back,", but I still wanna find him. He's missing 'cause he got stolen by a rogue, see. The same rogue who stole away Brackenkit and Proph'cyteller. I just hope that maybe one day he'll come back and come find me, right? Because he was my friend and stuffs, maybe not my bestest friend but still it doesn't matter. I think that if you're friends with someone, you gots to help them no matter what, y'know?" she smiled, but somehow it wasn't right. It didn't spread across her face in a wide, joyful grin like it usually did. "But I'm startin' to believe them. The grown-ups, I mean. I'm almost grown-up, but still all the older warriors are still bigger than me, and they keep sayin' that he's not coming back, like I told you. And even though I wanna keep lookin' until I find him, I think I need to stop lookin' and start working so I can be a warrior. 'Cause I think all this lookin' for Maplepaw has made me kinda less ready than my siblin's for my assesment." she took a big breath, not really realizing that she had just poured her heart out to a stranger. Well, not a stranger per say, but another EclipseClanner that she didn't know very well, or even at all. He seemed nice, though. Turning the topic around on a dime, the little white she-cat meowed, "So, what's your name? I dun' think you told me yet." She was still smiling, but for real this time as she thought of making another friend. Not to replace Maplepaw, not at all, but just another friend to talk to when Puzzlepaw and Firepaw and Rainbowpaw wouldn't listen (because Yarrowpaw never would, anyway).

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ooc;; no no, my apologies for my epic fail posts xD

Creekpaw

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Creekpaw nodded as she began to describe her friend, eyes seemingly attentive. The tom's mind was on other things- the air, the sky, the dark forest, the scents around him- so he wasn't really paying attention to Cascadepaw's paw and tail gestures. She began to babble on once more, and Creekpaw rolled his eyes. It wasn't that he didn't like here, but short questions usually only needed short answers. A 'Maplepaw' would have been enough. But Maplepaw.... hadn't he been that cat who had been taken by a rogue? Frowning, Creekpaw opened his silver maw to ask her then when she suddenly mentioned in her stream of babble. He nodded slightly, thinking it odd that she wouldn't believe he was gone. Creekpaw, as young as he was, would generally agree that if you were taken by a malicious rogue, there was no hope for you.

Finally she finished, and Creekpaw took a breath of relief. He nodded absentmindedly, trying to process all of the information. She had lost her friend, but the warriors said he was dead but she was looking for him but she had gotten behind on her hunting. Well, that had been extensive. At least he could escape talking about poor Maplepaw's fate thanks to her last question. "I'm, uh, Creekpaw. And, uhm, you?"

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[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

ooc* Well, it's really easy to make a long post if all your character does all the time is talk and talk and talk... xD My posts are usually shorter, though. It's just Cascadepaw. :]

"Well then, Creekpaw, I'm glad to meet yous. Me? My name's Cascadepaw, like waterfalls and all the fallin' and tumblin' they do all the time." She made some very unnecisary waterfall noises, like the kind you do to annoy your brother or sister when you're in the car and they really have to go to the bathroom. "That's called cascadin', and my mama thought that I looked all white like all that foamy stuffs that sprays all over near waterfalls. Oh, oh! Did'ya know that I look just like my mama? Yeah yeah, she's white too with blue eyes like me. But maybe I'm borin' you with all this talkin' and talkin'. Yarrowpaw says that I talk too much, but there's just sooooooo much to talk about, y'know? But he's just like, "Cascadepaw, you're going to end up with no friends. You're so annoying." Cascadepaw huffed and plopped on the ground. "But yeah. What about you, Creekpaw? Do you think I'm annoyin'?" she fixed the pale beige tom in her feirce blue gaze, eyes wide.

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Creekpaw

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Creekpaw plopped down on his haunches, pricking his ears and pretending to listen attentively. She was talking on and on, and Creekpaw was merely watching her. Her words resonated in his head, but he paid them no attention. He watched her muzzle move up and down, her eyes sparkling with indignance and them anger and then annoyance and finally curiousity. Her tail whipped through the air as she went on. Finally, Cascadepaw finished and sat down with a huff.

Creekpaw couldn't help himself. He burst into laughter, chuckling with a high-pitched laugh. He dug his paws into the ground before his laughter became lower and he caught himself. Looking sheepishly at her, he began to talk. "Sorry, it's just that you're so... funny when you talk. Uhm, I don't think you're annoying. I think you're actually kinda cool. You aren't. Annoying, I mean, not cool. You aren't annoying. Uhm, am I babbling? Sorry, I don't get to talk much. My sister's dead and my older siblings don't like me very much. I have these brothers that stick up for me, though. They're really nice. My parents are dead, see. Old age. I was in a fourth litter. So was Streamkit, but he didn't survive. Oh, uhm, please don't be silly and apologize for her death. S'not anyone's fault."

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[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

Cascadepaw smiled. She had made him laugh! It didn't offend her as much as it would, say, Yarrowpaw. Hmm. He liked to beat up on her by calling her names, so she beat up on him by using him as an example every time she wanted to compare something to something unpleasent. In her mind. Either way, her smile grew and grew as he stumbled over his words, finally concluding that no, she wasn't annoying. "Ohh, that's good. And if I'm funny when I talk, then you're hilarious, but in a good way, y'know? Not like bad ha-ha-you're-a-mousebrain hilarious but ha-ha-I'd-like-to-be-friends-with-someone-like-you hilarious. Y'know?" So unattentive was she that she barely noticed he was still talked until he mentioned his sister.

She frowned now, the expression looking odd on her usually glowing face. "Oooooh, that's sad. I'm sorry." she paused then added, (well, it was more than just a quick little quip that most cats 'add' on. It was more like... an extension. She extended what she had been saying.) "And I know y'said not to say sorry but I think maybe 'sorry' isn't a good word to use. I just used it, I know, but it doesn't make sense, y'know? It's like, you say, 'I'm sorry,' even when you're not sorry and just tryin' to avoid a scolding. And then you say it when you didn't do anythin', like right now, because you're right, it's no one's fault that your parents died. Just like it's no one's fault that Maplepaw got stolen. But here I am, sayin' sorry, when there's nothin' to apologize about. So maybe we gotta find a new word for sorry... Maybe like, something new that can mean 'oh, that's sad, I feel bad for you, even though it's not my fault' and then we can use it instead of sorry. Because sorry doesn't mean that, it means like... 'I did sum'thin' bad and I'm apologizin'.' Right?" she tipped her head to the side, then pulled her brows together in a frown. "Nah, that wouldn't work. No one would like it if we just made up a brand-new word. Maybe we should just use 'I'm sorry' from now on."

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Creekpaw

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Even though he really didn't know what she was saying, Creekpaw burst into laughter once more. It richoched in the empty space around them, and once he was finished he let a sparkle enter his eyes as she continued to talk. The tom liked listening to her talk. She just went on and on- he began to see that name 'Cascade' was fitting for her style of speech as well. He licked his shoulder and then his chest fur. They gleamed in the sun, and Creekpaw sighed- nothing else to groom in case he got embaressed. He let her finish before a tinge of a smiling crossed his muzzle.

"I guess you're right about the sorry thing. I mean. there isn't a better word to say than sorry. It's really to hard to say 'I feel bad for your loss even though it had nothing to do with me'. I mean, people might feel like you're mocking, them right. And don't be said about Maplepaw, ok? I mean, I never met him. I mean, ah foxdung, I say I mean to much, don't I? Sorry. I mean-" he trailed off nervously, flicking his tail through the air and trying to find something else to say. "I think it would be cool to have like a unique word that means sorry. It would be a great idea. Then maybe the whole Clan would say it! How about... kali? No, too.... bleh. Uhm, I, uh.... tregefox! ...too long, right? Haha, we're such kits," Creekpaw hadn't talked this much in ages. The tom was enjoying himself.

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[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

Cascadepaw was laughing. Laughing so hard her gut hurt. Finally, between her watering eyes and her snorts and giggles, she managed to say, "Creekpaw, you're silly!" she continued to laugh in a good-natured way until her hysterics finally calmed down and she was able to compose herself. She licked her chest a few times before eyeing him with a playful glare. "Hey!" she protested his last sentance, suddenly bunching her muscles and springing at the tomcat, pinning him down to the ground and using size to her advantage.

"I'm almost a warrior, y'know. You shouldn't go aroun callin' almost warriors kits!" she purred, pressing him down more firmly onto the ground. "I'm bigger than you so I can win a fight, Creekkit." Although Cascadepaw might not agree, her words did sound like those of a kit playing with a friend: light and playful with a hint of mock anger thrown in. This was perhaps the thing she had missed the most about kithood, the ability to play and laugh and joke without being judged. Her siblings had gone past that, grown up. Cascadepaw knew that she wouldn't too, but right now she was happy for that playfullness again.

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Creekpaw

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Creekpaw let out a laugh, purring and laughing as they sat there in the shade of the forest, their laughs echoing around the empty space. He licked his chest fur and his shoulder a couple of times before the pointed tom looked back up at her, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. Before, he had had no one to play with. His older half-brothers protected him from the taunts of his older sister, but they were warriors, and not good for playing. If Streamkit had survived, she might want to play. Creekpaw shoved the thought of his sister out of his mind and snapped back to attention just as Cascadepaw leapt on him and pinned him down. Flailing beneath her weight, Creekpaw let out a gasp and a purr. "Get off me, you furball!"

He listened to her, eyes burning with mock anger and indignance. He tried to roll away, but she was holding him down too tightly. He laughed once more, flailing with his paws and trying to get her off of him. The chubby siamese let out a threatical sigh before trying another tactic. "Oh, I'm sorry, Cascadekit. I couldn't tell you were an 'almost-warrior'. Low standards these, days, huh? How about you let me up- please- and then we'll see who's stronger." His eyes shone with mischevous intent as the tom tried to keep a straight face.

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[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

Holding her head high like any good almost-warrior should do, Cascadepaw jumped neatly out of her pin and stuck her chin in the air. "Alright, then," she said in her best 'serious' voice between giggles, "The mighty Cascadestar will take you on. Be warned, however, I am stronger than a badger, more feirce than a bear, and slyer than a fox. And I'm... uh..." she paused for a few seconds, glancing around the clearing for inspiration. What else could she do? Hmm... "Oh yeah! And I can cut down a tree in one fatal swipe." the white she-cat sank down into her best hunter's crouch, a smile still playing on her face. A mock growl grew in her throat as she began hopping from side to side in a failing attempt at seeming evasive.

Becoming still for a second but still in her lopsided crouch, Cascadepaw taunted, "Whatsa matter, Creekkit? Am I too awesome for you? Huh? Huh?" Surprisingly, Cascadepaw had managed to keep her laughs in for a long time, although she was smilubf at all times. Now she began to giggle as she crept around Creekpaw like a tiger going in on it's prey. Of course, a tiger is much scarier than a little white she-cat on the verge of hysterics... but you get the point.

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Creekpaw

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Creekpaw let out a hysteric giggle as he pawed at the older apprentice with dark cream paws. He rolled around, flailing in vain until the white she-cat leapt off of him. Creekpaw took in a deep breath as her weight as relieved and leapt up, eyes twinkling as she taunted him. Taking a deep breath, Creekpaw retaliated with a stream of his own good-natured insults. "Cascadestar, eh? Well, I'm Creekstar and I'm gonna send you to StarClan! Foul BrightClan leader, what are you doing on EclipseClan territory?"

He leapt at her, but stumbled over a root and ended up having to catch his balance before he fell. She stalked around him, and Creekpaw waited for her to pounce. Her crouch was lopsided and she was having a hard time trying not to laugh. Creekpaw narrowed his eyes, falling into a crouch of his own. The pointed tom took a tentative step forwards before lunging for her. He missed, and he had to duck and roll before leaping back up. Licking his chest fur in embarressment, he looked around for Cascadepaw once more. This time finding her, he leapt and felt his paws connect. Thoughts flashed through his mind as he wondered how she would fight back.

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[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

cascadepaw.

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Cascadepaw giggled, laughing too hard to talk. She watched as Creekpaw launched himself toward her, but somehow her missed, and she raised herself onto her hind legs in triumph. "Ha ha!" she cried, her voice high with glee. "I, Cascadestar, am clearly superio- oof!" The white she-cat had to spit out a clump of dirt when Creekpaw tackled her to the ground, and she rolled over to the side, sloppily jumping up with her chest heaving. Her blue eyes were bright as she let out a 'roar' and battered at Creekpaw with her front paws. She was laughing, having more fun than possibly ever before, but her unattentiveness to training had rendered her almost unable to even balance herself very well during battle. She tipped to one side and did a backwards soumersalt away from Creekpaw, feeling the breath knocked out of her.

"Gah!" she spat, but her little mishap hadn't ruined her good mood. "Okay, Creekstar, you win. Thou hast defeated the mighty Cascadestar and all her awesomeish glory, and now we all know that thou are indeed the bestest leader in the forest. My apologies, Oh Creekstar the great! Have pity on thy inferior!" she smiled, happy with her use of the word 'inferior'. She had just learned it a few days ago![/blockquote]

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Creekpaw

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Creekpaw felt a rush of triumph pass through him as his dark tan paws connected with Cascadepaw's lithe frame. He bowled her over, the pointed tom rolling hard against the ground as he fought to keep his grip on her. Creekpaw gritted his teeth as he felt her umph underneath him, and he got up, triumphant. Her attempt at voiding him hadn't worked, and they had both tumbled a little. While Cascadepaw lay on the ground laughing, Creekpaw began to groom his creamy silver fur. He cast flickering glances at the she-cat out of the corner of his blue eyes, trying hard to keep a straight face. When at last Creekpaw was confident that he appeared dignified, he turned back to Cascadepaw. She had just finished conceding to him, and a look up triumph and satisfaction spread across the chubby apprentice's face. He grunted in a mature fashion before a giggle broke through him.

"I trust you will think twice next time you attempt to invade EclipseClan, Cascadestar. You are no match for the mighty Creekstar!" the siamese tom promptly lost his footing after stepping on a rock and fell to the ground with a loud thump. He rolled his eyes, sighing melodramatically as he glared sideways at the rock from his position on the ground. The mighty Creekstar was never going to live this one down.

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