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Post by Kala on Jul 6, 2009 15:49:33 GMT -5
‘What time is it?’ moaned Rainsong in his mind as he heard quite a few she-cats chatter about over something. He really did not care. Pushing his upper body, he gave out a large yawn that caused both jaws to snap together. This quickly made the warriors den go into silence as all the she-cats turn their gleaming eyes towards him. Any other tom would love the attention these beautiful she-cats were giving him, but he simply did not care about their desires for him. Snorting, the silver tom got to onto all fours before he headed out into camp only to notice the sun was not even up, even though the camp was illumined by the silver moon above. Arching a brow, the tom shook his head in disbelief. “Well, I’m already up,” he muttered before heading out towards the forest. |
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Post by seren on Jul 6, 2009 17:30:31 GMT -5
Inside the warriors den, the newly-appointed warrior Duskfire watched with mild interest as the tom near the corner of the den yawned, snapped his jaws, and retreated into the clearing area. All of the other she-cats seemed so keen on him and talked about him intently ("I swear, this one time, he actually looked at me!" "He once ate here!"). Turning to them now, she paused to think a moment. For whatever reason, most she-cats seemed to take an instant dislike to her. Shrugging, she decided that curiosity was more important than a bunch of petty she-cats hating her for the rest of her life. "What's his story?" she demurely asked, smoothing out her fur.
One of the she-cats--a dark tabby--glared at her impatiently. Rolling her mint-colored eyes, she inhaled before beginning to talk. "Honestly. How can you not know? That's Rainsong," she haughtily responded, her tone growing lush and gentle as she pronounced his name. "Don't even think of going after him. There's no way he'd be interested in you!" Sneering, the she-cat and her pack of mindless cronies cackled as if they had stated something brilliantly witty.
Blushing, Duskfire couldn't let herself be made into a fool. And how dare they assume she wanted to go off with him? Spine stiffening, she primly turned on her heel and sauntered out into the clearing. Nobody should have to put up with such cheek.
Once outside, she caught sight of the tom again. Maybe I should go talk to him...? Shrugging, she realized that she didn't have much to lose. With some difficulty, she forced herself to move in his general direction. When she felt that she was close enough to converse with him without getting eaten alive, she sat in front of him, whiskers twitching. "Erm...hi. I'm Duskfire. Do you know what's with those she-cats always making googly eyes over you?" It slipped out before she could apologize. Curling her legs into her knees, she could have died then and there.
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Post by Kala on Jul 10, 2009 11:16:02 GMT -5
RainSong was quite pleased to get away from camp just before everyone started to wake. It would be the same every single sunrise. TigernessMinion’s kits would burst through the warriors’ den entry way before they would run all over the warriors wake them up. Then the queen would come in hunting them all down making quite a few cats wary if she was fit to be a mother. Then everyone would yell and mutter how kits are annoying. Then it would shift into who would mentor the kits when they became apprentices. The younger warriors were more than happy to take up the job, but the older ones would not. No matter what MidnightStar said to them. They knew all to well what TigernessMinion did in the great war many moons ago. That murderous blood ran through all of those kits. Then it would be hunting and waiting ages until apprentices would finish their hunting before any warrior would be able to eat.
Snorting, RainSong tossed his silver head backwards, only to stop short when something darted out in front of him, blocking his path. His whiskers twitched as both gray eyes looked at the she-cat before him who was speaking of the annoying she-cats back in warriors den. Shurgging, the senior warrior shifted his weight before smirking slightly. “Well Duskfire,” he cooed in a smooth charming way. “Those she-cats just love a strong warrior and wish I would take one of them as a mate or at least father their kits. Really it is quite sad.” Chuckling, RainSong circled around Duskfire, letting the tip of his slightly fluffy tail run across her shoulders before lapping under her chin. “Now why would this bother your pretty little head?”
Now RainSong was a mighty fine warrior which everyone respected, but rumors were going around about him. He hadn’t taken a mate nor had he ever fathered any kits in his life. It had become almost a game or a way of life for any she-cat in SilverClan to break him down. Though the rumors kept most of them for trying. Some say he could not get a she-cat pregnant.. Others say he vowed never to love again when his first love was killed. Though the one that jealous toms threw around was that the silver tabby did not fancy she-cats, but fancied toms. Which ever the case, he drove she-cats wild. He was like a walking cat nip for them. |
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Post by dragon on Jul 10, 2009 15:27:07 GMT -5
Inkblotch raised his nose to the smells of the day. He reltuctantly cast a glance around, and - not to his surprise - found a gaggle of she-cats whispereing and mewling off in a corner. All of their shady eyes were directed towards Rainsong. They all smiled sheepishly - acting as if he had slept with all of them, and were keeping a secret cult about it. It made the navy tom want to spit at their paws.
He hoisted himself off the ground and padded into the clearing, bright light warming his dark pelt. He moved esaily around the camp, just poking around. Duskfire and Rainsong seemed to be having a fine time, so he didn't dare interupt. Something about Rainsong made his gut stir, Inkblotch noticed, looking over the pari of cats conversing. Inkblotched smiled at the thought, and shook it away, keeping the same, calm smiled etched in his lips.
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Post by seren on Jul 10, 2009 19:20:54 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes at him, she playfully tugged at the tip of his tail. He was always jesting and making jokes--at least, that's how it seemed to her. She couldn't understand why everyone treated him so strangely. Yes, he could be y at times, but other than that, he was guilty of nothing. "You jest too much; you know it isn't because of that," she retorted, referring to them wanting to father his kits. "They just want affection, someone to love them or whatever nonsense." Sniffing delicately, she stuck her nose in the air, pretending to look offended. "And why shouldn't it bother me? It's difficult to get my usual amount of rest with those gossips going on and on, chortling over the dumbest things... Not to say that you're dumb; I mean the idea that you actually care about them." Duskfire stopped her rambling and curled her tail protectively around her paws, as if to shield herself from any of the she-cats she was bad-mouthing. No one doubted that the she-cat could be quite snarky when she wanted to be.
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Post by Kala on Jul 14, 2009 10:12:02 GMT -5
Rainsong chuckled as he watched Duskfire trip over her own tongue to protect from his wrath she seem to believe he had. Tossing his head much like a horse, he let his tail twitch about in the air before the right words came to him. “Really sweetheart, you are going to fall one day with your over active mind.” He cooed flicking his tail against her head, though pulled it back quickly so she could not tug at it again. Circling around her again, he let his silverish eyes dart about the came before they fell on Inkblotch for a brift moment, but it was a moment. His whiskers twitched slightly before he stood off towards the side next to Duskfire. “Really she-cats are quite annoying, though I am sure there are a few who are different.” He said before purring with a amusement which caused his tabby stripes to ripple showing his muscular frame. “Now did I answer your question?” |
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Post by seren on Jul 15, 2009 16:07:29 GMT -5
Purring, her ears twitched as a fly buzzed around her head. Blinking, she didn't have to think before answering. "Not really. You sort of paced your way around it, not through it." Noticing his pelt's textures, she had the sudden urge to rub her cheek along the side of it. Most toms didn't seem to take so much pride or effort in their appearances. Such feelings were too bizarre for her, and she knew that she couldn't rightly ask about it.
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Post by Kala on Jul 15, 2009 16:25:57 GMT -5
"Well," stated RainSong as he looked at DuskFire with a testing gleam to his silver eyes. "How will you like me to answer your question? I do not have a mind of a she-cat." Chuckling, he sat himself down before casting his gaze away from the she-cat so he could look upon the on starring tom, just a bit away. Maybe twenty fox lenghts away, if even that. Bearly rasing his chin into the brisk dawn air, he called towards the dark black tom with his well known charming voice. "how about you come over here with us? No sense sitting by yourself." Smirking with delight, he turn his gaze back towards DuskFire and noticed she had a distance gleam to her eyes, almost as if she were day dreaming about something. 'She-cat' he thought bitterly trying hard not to make a disgusted expression.
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Post by seren on Jul 15, 2009 16:34:28 GMT -5
Dazed and worn-out, she allowed herself to wander past the social boundary, the line that cut and separated black from white. This same line dictated social norms and what one was expected to say, do, and think, but Duskfire wasn't wasting her energy on what she deemed trivial matters. "You want to know what I think?" she absently inquired. "I think that a she-cat somehow wronged you, and, even though you act so coolly, you're afraid of us. But that's just how I perceive it." Whiskers twitching in the heat, she was numb to others' emotions at that moment.
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Post by Kala on Jul 15, 2009 16:57:27 GMT -5
"Afraid?" hissed RainSong as both silver eyes narrowed as a spark of anger flashed before his pupils. "You clearly do not understand the mind of a tom. Some can be frightful of your gender, but others simply do not care. You are there or you are not. I for one do not care if you are here or not, I can live on." It was statement like these he made which made tom cats spread rumors about the charming tom in hopes to cause she-cats to give up on their desires, but they never worked. It only seem to fuel she-cats and the foolish emotions. "How I perceive myself is how I really am." snapped RainSong as he showed a bit of them which made him well known in battle.
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Post by seren on Jul 15, 2009 17:21:38 GMT -5
Delicately, she eyed his features, not feeling as wary as she felt that she should have. Feeling slightly offended, she realized that it was her own fault for so carelessly bringing it up. "Please do not make such sweeping generalizations like that. Not all toms think the same way, as it is with she-cats, and many have more complex opinions than what you say. Many adore you, some do not, and few do not know what to make of you. Curiosity leads to stupid questions or statements sometimes, in my case, and so I am sorry if I've offended you; my mind strays." She was quiet for a while before thinking over his last statement. "Then how do you perceive yourself?"
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Post by dragon on Jul 16, 2009 16:24:41 GMT -5
The slender, dark pelted tom snorted loudly. In his mind he could already see Rainsong answering the she-cat with the most pompous and arrogant retort. Any cat could see it happening. Of corse, it was only natural to think that a tom - a finely tuned tom, with brilliant features, and at this thought Inkblotch shook his head - would be full of himself, they all thought that they were the best, and they all wanted to prove it to themselves. It was true, they honestly could care less if the shes dropped off the face of the earth, all they needed was a good compition every once and a while.
Inkblotch had never gotten any attention from the she-cats. He never planned on it ether. So, he pushed his way into the conversation with the two cats, "Well, there are two ways he could answer that question Duskfire. He could a) say that he is a modest cat with humble ambitions, or b) say that he is everything that gaggle of very quite annoying she-cats over there," at this he motioned to the group of cats, who were still whispering, "say that he is, and go on his merry way."
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Post by seren on Jul 16, 2009 22:16:55 GMT -5
Whiskers twitching in amusement as Inkblotch integrated himself into the discussion. At last there seemed to be a tom that didn't take himself too seriously. His sense of humor was wonderfully matter-of-fact and dry as she preferred. Someone seemed to have taken a slice of humble pie at least once during his lifetime. "Mmm. Of course. Neither really tells one much about his character, though. Both responses seem too--I don't know--elusive. But no answer's ever good enough for me." Shaking her head as a fly whirred past, she cussed under her breath. If there was one thing she hated it was insects.
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Post by Kala on Jul 17, 2009 3:48:26 GMT -5
RainSong just sat there looking at Inkblotch with a rather pluzze expression as his mind tired to process why this tom seem to be...dare he say it...standing up for him in a sense. Twitching his slightly gray nose, both eyes full onto DuskFire with a much calmer gleam to them. "You are a warrior by now arn't you not?" he cooed towards the she-cat with his calm well as charming tone of voice returning. "You know every well that the answers we seak to our questions arn't always what we hoped for." Now this statement was uttered to the seemingly y tom when he was quite young, apprentice age if even that when his parents were killed in a battle within these very walls. He remembered crying over their bodies not believing they were dead and would not take the answer that StarClan meant it to be this way. Then some young warrior, a tom who's name he could not remember now, told him these words. It quickly made his tears stop. Now he was here using the same quote.
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Post by seren on Jul 18, 2009 23:02:05 GMT -5
There was a dangerous flicker to the warm she-cat's eyes, as if she had just discovered something. Perhaps she had heard what she wanted to hear and drawn her own conclusions. Whiskers twitching, she marveled at Inkblotch's social prowess. "You're right. That's why we have to look for ourselves." Winking at the two toms, she wrapped her tail around her paws. Raising her head to the sun, she basked in its warmth. "I'm quite parched. If you'll excuse me, I'm just going to go down to the river." Nodding, she stalked off toward the natural source of water just on the edge of the Clan's territory. Not every Clan could be so privileged, she realized.
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