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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 17, 2009 17:29:58 GMT -5
griffinpaw. Stretching until bones cracked in his back and shoulders, a dark-beige tom stepped out from his bed within the apprentice's den. He blinked baby-blue eyes, something he despised. He was no longer a baby! Why hadn't his eyes changed like most other cats? He grunted irritably and shook himself, slowly lifting a large paw and licking it before wiping it across his pale-brown face. Ears cocked, twitching like a beetle's flight. Someone was out there. Mousedung, he was late for night sentry duty. Mousewind would have his tail!
Griffinpaw scrambled for the door and lunged out, powerful limbs propelling him forward. He bumped into someone and crashed forward, yowling his surprise and somewhat blowing his cover. He wheeled around and fluffed out his fur.
"Hey, clumsy! Watch where you're going!" he barked out, despite it being his fault that he hadn't been paying attention. Sure, he could've sniffed his Clanmate a while out but no, he'd gotten ahead of himself and hadn't been paying attention. Crap! It was his job to watch the Camp while Grainstar and the others were out at the Gathering. The moon was already up high, shining down on BrightClan camp. He sighed and shook his head, narrowing his eyes at his 'assailant/victim'.
"Who're you anyway?" he wanted to know. Griffinpaw generally didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, never the less all of his Clanmates. He figured they weren't as important as his family and friends. |
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Post by cheshy says grace on Feb 17, 2009 18:33:28 GMT -5
Dogpaw. [/font][/color][/right] He had been mumbling to himself incoherently when all of a sudden an object of force plowed itself into him, knocking his frail body over. The white tomcat nimbly got to his four paws, looking his opponent square in the eye. He had tried to cheat, he had tried to knock him over so he could win. No way he would win, Dogpaw always won. "They call Dogpaw is me, rainbows run with dogs as we fly," [/color] he said bluntly, answering the other cat's question. He thought it was a very logical answer too. He was noticeably taller than Griffinpaw, but definitely skinnier. He was taller than most of the warriors in BrightClan, and his manic appearance scares most of them off. Dogpaw usually wasn't out when the moon was high in the sky, for it gave himself an even more eerie appearance. Half of the clan was out at the Gathering, so he had decided to come out and enjoy the silence. But now Griffinpaw had come along and ruined his late night peace. The white tomcat kneaded his small paws into the ground beneath him, looking at his fellow apprentice. There wasn't much to talk about.[/size] ooc. ack I dunno : P *fail*[/blockquote] |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 17, 2009 18:54:05 GMT -5
griffinpaw. Whoa! This guy was a creepy son-of-a-squirrel!
Griffinpaw was taken aback by Dogpaw's appearance. He wrinkled his muzzle and twitched his tail. "Um...whatever. Dogpaw..." He rolled his eyes and sighed. The beige tom studied the other for a moment, looking a bit confused at the skinny white frame and the blue eyes.
"Well whatever, you're not doing anything so come with me, weirdo. Sentry duty is boring alone."
The large tom turned around and lumbered toward the exit, groaning. He was tired, especially since having heavy training earlier and now Mousewind had told him to watch the camp while the Clan was away...ugh!
Griffinpaw sat down heavily, dust riling up around his butt and legs. He turned toward Dogpaw with a bored look. "Whatcha lookin' at me for?" He raised his brow at the weird tom. Eh, at least he wasn't annoying like some of the other stupid apprentices or--StarClan forbid!--the many litters of kittens in the nursery. But that tom had an odd look in his eye, like Griffinpaw was in his way. Hmm... The light-brown tom dismissed it. If Dogpaw had a problem with him, he'd better have the balls to say it. He smirked at this thought. Not many people had the balls to confront him.
ooc;// Can we have them be rivals, like Gary and Ash? Since Dogpaw always has to win and Griffinpaw is just like "Dude, you're weird but I'll play along." |
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Post by cheshy says grace on Feb 18, 2009 14:29:27 GMT -5
Dogpaw. [/font][/right][/color] The apprentice studied Griffinpaw a bit too closely, Sentry duty? [/color] What was this tom trying to do? He was expecting him to help with his duties? Dogpaw contemplated his question for a bit, it wouldn't hurt to help the other tomcat - and maybe he could make him lose. He grinned, his smile crazed and toothy, before lifting himself to his feet. "Birdies got to rolling in wheels, alright, thanks,"[/color] the apprentice said, walking toward the exit with Griffinpaw. He stalked along oddly on his stilts, his tail held high in the air. He sat down across from Griffinpaw on the other side of the entryway, his blue eyes setting on the ground. He kicked a pebble that was in front of his paw and it skittered across the clearing. "Fishes walk south in the east, near the moon,"[/color] Dogpaw mumbled, looking up at the full moon. So much for starting a conversation. Dogpaw was never one to talk to others - even if they were capable of understanding what he was trying to say.[/size] ooc. Sure :]]][/blockquote] |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 18, 2009 21:46:59 GMT -5
griffinpaw. Griffinpaw was a bit taken aback by Dogpaw's jibberish. He lifted up his paw and scratched behind his ear, trying to figure this guy out. He contemplated a reply, tapping his chin and then held up his paw again, this time with outstretched claws. He made a line in the air, going southeast to try and see if there was any reason behind this tom's speech.
"Um...if you mean BrightClan, then yeah. They're not walking though. They should already be at the Gathering 'cause the moon's up." His eyes shifted left to right, and he fidgeted. What if something happened to him? How would Dogpaw manage to get help with his weird way of talking. Griffinpaw rubbed his face. He'd have to get Violetwisp in here as a damn translator.
"Who's your mentor anyway?" He turned to his denmate with a sort of a snappish tone. |
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Post by cheshy says grace on Feb 18, 2009 22:16:43 GMT -5
Dogpaw. [/font][/right][/color] Mentor? I don't have a mentor, he said in his head, but it came out more like this: "Not one teaches me, I runs freedom with sky at door." [/color] Nothing Dogpaw ever said aloud made much sense. The white pelted apprentice licked a forepaw and drew it over his ear in boredom. "We bring no one left?"[/color] he said, daring to ask a question. Dogpaw wanted a suspect just in case Griffinpaw tried to cheat someway - he didn't know how the tom would cheat. He could try to kill him off for all he knew, he was definitely stronger than him. And of course he wasn't one to trust immediately upon contact - there were very few the tom trusted to be quite frank. He flicked his ears and the tip of his tail, his paws twitched a little bit, too. He itched his rose-y pink nose and sneezed, "Sorry."[/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 19, 2009 16:11:19 GMT -5
griffinpaw. "No wonder you're weird. You're gonna need a buddy then." Griffinpaw smirked, puffing out his chest. "I'll help you out then. My mentor's taught me LOADS of stuff." He silently wondered what he was getting himself into. If he was putting himself up as Dogpaw's guardian of sorts, then most of the white tom's bullies would come riling on him. The beige tom grinned at the prospect of showing them who was boss. "But just so you know, you're not gonna be as good as me. I'm gonna be the best warrior to ever come out of BrightClan and that's a fact." He nodded his head, sort of distracting himself from Dogpaw's second question. He really didn't know how to answer that.
The brown-faced tom blinked, jerking his head away from forward when he heard the tom apologize. "Um...it's okay. No need to say sorry if you sneeze." He shrugged, not knowing many who said sorry when they sneezed. Then again, this was Dogpaw he was next to anyway. Did he mention how badly he had to take a dump? Griffinpaw grunted, hanging his head. He couldn't just leave the post up to Dogpaw; he'd screw something up! Sighing, he looked over at the tom.
"Can I trust you for a minute?" |
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Post by cheshy says grace on Feb 21, 2009 13:47:09 GMT -5
Dogpaw. [/font] she's dancing fancy pirouettes, swan-divin' off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette.[/right][/color][/size] "But just so you know, you're not gonna be as good as me. I'm gonna be the best warrior to ever come out of BrightClan and that's a fact."
"OK," the frail tomcat said, looking at Griffinpaw weird. So, he thought he was going to win? He smiled almost maniacally at the thought before he heard his companion say something else. Could he trust him? All Dogpaw wanted to say was maybe, but of course the tom had to speak differently. "Trusts me with a beak, yes?" [/color] his answer curled itself up into a question, his voice rising an octave. The white apprentice wrapped his tail around himself, his stunning blue eyes were wide and sparkling with a touch of unnoticed insanity. The corners of his mouth turned up in a crazed way involuntarily and he looked at Griffinpaw in a quiet stare. He gave off a bizarre air, his ears twitching and one was angled backwards just a bit in an odd formation.[/size] ooc. dogpaw's so frickin awesome XD[/blockquote] |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 21, 2009 15:50:58 GMT -5
griffinpaw. He exhaled deeply and nodded. "Kay, thanks." He waved up his paws in the air and scrambled off, running toward a nearby tree and brushing up against it. Griffinpaw did his business, kicked a bunch of dirt on it, and came back with a load off. The massive tom sighed in relief and fell back into position.
"Anyway...so..." He finally noticed Dogpaw's bizarre expression, and he thanks StarClan that no one had walked by or really try to talk to the tom. The beige male shook his head and tail, feeling slightly awkward. He'd definitely have to talk to Mousewind about it soon, so she could talk to her brother about it. Grainstar might've just forgotten about it.
Feeling like boasting a bit, Griffinpaw grinned over at Dogpaw. "Soooo...what'd you think warriorhood's gonna be like? I'm definitely gonna be the youngest leader ever. Griffinstar, straight outta the apprentice den, oh yes, baby." He strutted like a peacock. |
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