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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 15:40:56 GMT -5
Cardinalpaw NightClan 10 Moons She-Cat Down in the stone cavern which Nightclan called home, Cardinalpaw could be found sitting amongst the shadows. Her luscious orange tabby fur looking red amongst the dark. The only thing noticeable about her presence being her dark amber eyes which glittered in the small bit of light flitting through the camp entrance. Her large extra fluffy tail twitching back and forth through the air. She was agitated as she often was. The last of the Greenleaf weather making her even more irritable than usual.
Stupid heat! I can't do anything when it's so hot! She cursed beneath her breath. Her eyes glowering over the camp in boredom. Looking for anything that might quell her boredom. Her sister Squirrelpaw was busy with her mentor. Her brothers all off doing Starclan knew what. Leaving her alone to sulk about the insufferable heat. Wishing heavily that Leaf-fall would start acting like, well Leaf-fall. She couldn't wait for the cooler weather. Needing it to send chilly winds through her fur. Allowing her to move freely without being weighed down by the muggy weather they'd been having lately.
Sighing loudly, Cardinalpaw rolled over onto her side. Her large tail thumping against the ground as she stretched her front paws forward, flexing her claws. Wondering vaguely where her mentor had gone off to. Not much caring, she shoved the thought away. She wasn't interested in being dragged off for training, not in this heat. Eyes scanning the cavern she seeks out anyone who might be around.
 Word Count: 257 Tags: Bonetail Fawn Notes: Let the snarky war begin xD |
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Post by Fawn on Sept 4, 2016 15:50:28 GMT -5
 15 Moons. Tom. NightClan.
⇒I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way⇐
Bonetail had recovered somewhat. His tragedy-inspired sense of work ethic hadn't ceased (miraculously), but he was able to slow down, take more time to himself. Especially on days like today where the heat was being bothersome, the white-furred warrior chose to bask in the dark seclusion of NightClan's camp; he could hear the faint tumbling and squeals of kits in the nursery, and the light chatter of the apprentices' den as they gossiped when their mentors were not around.
Except for one.
Bonetail's gaze narrowed, spotting the bright red she-cat who was sprawled out in the cavern like a piece of fresh kill. She's in my spot. Didn't her nose work? Well, cats walked through the camp day in and day out, the scents had likely gotten muddled. But Bonetail wasn't in the mood to be reasonable. He was in the mood to exercise a little of his warrior superiority.
"Cardinalpaw," he mewed, raising his chin haughtily, blue-and-gold eyes flashing in the dark. "Who told you to just laze around like a dead frog?"
⇒I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams⇐
Word Count: 176 Words
Tags: @teeks
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 15:09:15 GMT -5
Cardinalpaw NightClan 10 Moons She-Cat Cardinalpaw's boredom didn't last very long. No cause a few short moments after she'd wished for something, anything at all to entertain her Bonetail showed up. His fluffy snowy white form standing out within the darkness. His bi-colored orbs glaring down at Cardinalpaw in a haughty manner. His voice catching her attention, Cardinalpaw doesn't bother sitting up. Instead she merely cocked her head to one side so she could look up at the white tom. Her dark amber eyes gleaming in the darkness. Her tail laying still other than her tail tip which had started to twitch dangerously.
" Well Bonetail." She says emphasizing his name, in a none too pleasant manner. Her gaze holding his without flinching, her chin jutted out in a stubborn manner. " I gave myself permission to laze about like a 'dead frog' as you so sweetly put it." She mews back her voice holding so much false sweetness it was sickening. " You see unlike most she-cats, I control what I want to do, when I want to do it. So today I decided that I felt like laying right here in YOUR spot." She finishes, dropping the last part on him with a smile. Yes she knew this was his spot. She could smell his scent, she simply did not care.
Word Count: 219 Tags: Bonetail Fawn Notes: This is gonna be fun  |
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Post by Fawn on Sept 7, 2016 15:49:32 GMT -5
18 Moons. Tom. NightClan.
⇒I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way⇐
Bonetail rolled his eyes at little miss attitude and arsenic over here, her voice like overripe fruit. He nearly opened his mouth to retort that she was a bogbrain who didn't get to make decisions until she was a warrior, when it occurred to him that he could physically make her leave.
He was stronger. He was bigger. But more than that, he could already tell she wasn't going to like another cat getting up-close-and-personal in her 'space', even if her space had been his before she'd so rudely decided to nap here.
"Oh, my mistake, Cardinalpaw." He replied, crooning with the kind of vitriolic sarcasm he reserved only for she-cats that irked him. "I didn't realize I was being so rude. Here, let's do the nice thing and just share the spot." Move over, you piece of crowfood. He wore a falsely pleasant smile, and laid down right next to her, with no concern over accidentally stepping on her tail there or squishing a paw here.
He didn't know how long it would take, but she'd eventually get so irritated with him, she'd just get up and walk away. That's how it worked when you were around a cat you didn't like. His interest in getting his favorite spot back was higher than how much he didn't like her, otherwise he would be the one walking away with a curled lip and a new name on his 'Cats I Hate' list.
⇒I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams⇐
Word Count: 252 Words
Tags: @teeks
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 18:40:37 GMT -5
Cardinalpaw NightClan 10 Moons She-Cat Cardinalpaw watched with great satisfaction as Bonetail rolled his eyes at her. Clearly irked by her behavior, she waited to see just what the older tom would do. Noticing the way his jaws parted as if he wished to speak. What's the matter Bonebrain, she thought. Cat got your tongue? Snorting Cardinalpaw, stretched out luxuriously before him. Her tail tip still twitching, front paws reaching towards him as she stretched. About to open her maw and make another none too kind remark she stops. His voice cutting into her ears like nails on a chalk board.
His words making her snort again. She was no fool, this was no gentletom. No he was trying to get her to move using force. That force being his fluffy form squashing hers. Grunting as the tom steps on her, whilst making himself comfortable. Cardinalpaw flickers her ears against her skull, rolling her own eyes. " You think your so clever. Don't you?" She practically hisses, turning so she is laying on her belly now. Her glower enough to chase off a hoard of badgers as she looked over at him. His thick fluffy fur pressed uncomfortably against hers. But if she chose to move now he would win. Nobody trumped Cardinalpaw, nobody.
Lets see how long this mousebrain lasts, she thought. Snickering beneath her breath Cardinalpaw but on the biggest fakest smile she could muster. " When's the last time you groomed this hide of yours?" She asks, her voice a poisonous coo. " Here let me help you." With those words, Cardinalpaw started to groom the tom. Her pink tongue lapping roughly at his fluffy fur in the wrong direction.
Word Count: 280 Tags: Bonetail Fawn Notes: xD |
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Post by Fawn on Sept 8, 2016 9:37:40 GMT -5
18 Moons. Tom. NightClan.
⇒I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way⇐
Oh you soggy piece of frogdung--
The backwards tongue-bath was almost enough to make him get up. Almost. Bonetail's vanity was partly due to his bicolored eyes (there were few cats in the Clan with this unique trait, and he touted his genetic victory with a haughty smirk often), but mostly due to his pristine white fur. He had lost the battle with trying to keep it perfectly clean (they were NightClan cats, which, last he'd checked, lived in a swampy place), but he had always taken pride in looking decently groomed in both good times and bad.
The only time he'd gotten lax on this regiment was shortly after the fox accident, where he was too preoccupied with his brother Coyotepaw's injuries and Palebreeze's death to... give a rat's tail about his appearance. But that obviously wasn't the case now.
Suppressing a hateful hiss, Bonetail gritted his teeth into a nasty grin, feeling the rough side of her tongue scrape against his skin like bark. Oh StarClan, he almost hated her as much as Dimstar. "How kind of you, Cardinalpaw. Let me return the favor." He raked his own tongue over one of his front paws, and then proceeded to clean her face with it; if you could call it cleaning. He swiped harder than he needed to, and made sure his paw was wet enough to be unpleasant. If she was going to rub his fur the wrong way, then he was going to rub her whiskers in any direction but the right one.
Keep it up, Cardinalpaw. See what happens. She was testing him. This was a battle of wills, of stubborn pride and inherent nastiness between two cats who just didn't like taking orders from the other. Bonetail outranked her, but that didn't mean he couldn't outsmart her.
"Maybe I should get some mousebile," he sneered. "Make sure you aren't full of ticks and fleas. Didn't your mother ever tell you to wash behind your ears?" He used both paws to scruff up the fur on the top of her head, flattening her ears against her head briefly, making the fur between them stick up in an almost cowlicked appearance.
Bonetail smirked. Had enough yet?
⇒I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams⇐
Word Count: 381 Words
Tags: @teeks
Notes: xD these two make me laugh. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 17:12:50 GMT -5
Cardinalpaw NightClan 10 Moons She-Cat Busy making a disastrous mess of Bonetail's once well manicured pelt. Cardinalpaw was oblivious to his internal turmoil. Her sand paper like tongue busy lapping this way and that. She'd managed to work her way to his shoulders by the time he spoke. Her dark amber eyes flicking to the side to watch a rather terrifying grin light his maw. What is that fleabrain grinning about? She thought until his words met her ears. Don't you d.... He dared. Oh yes he did. Wiping his drool covered paw right down her face. Rather roughly to boot.
You foxhearted bastard! She thought ready to claw his whiskers right off his smug face. She manages to restrain herself (just barely), instead she gives another fake smile. "Oh how kind of you. I always needed some filthy tom's paw wiped on my face." She coos, before returning to her grooming. Now lapping at his fur so hard she pulled tufts out. If he kept that behavior up so help her Starclan, she would make him bald!
'Maybe I should get some mousebile, make sure you aren't full of ticks and fleas. Didn't your mother ever tell you to wash behind your ears?' He said.
Do it I dare you, she thought glowering at him as she continued her rough lapping of his pelt. She had to pause every now and then to spit chunks of his fur off her tongue. Her lapping disturbed as he used both of his filthy paws to mess up her fur. Mouth filled with his white fluff, she spat it in his face. " Why not? Seems like you could use some too! In fact, is that a flea I just saw?" She practically hisses, her nose now centimeters from his. Her eyes following the so called flea, she had spotted. Nice try you over grown rabbit tail, she thought tail lashing.
You'll get this spot when I'm dead!
Word Count: 301 Tags: Bonetail Fawn Notes: I can't handle this lmfao xD |
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Post by Fawn on Sept 10, 2016 23:32:17 GMT -5
18 Moons. Tom. NightClan.
⇒I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way⇐
Bonetail's smug gaze faltered as he saw tufts of his own bright white fur beginning to fall from the she-cat's tongue. It was all pettiness and bothering until she'd done that. Bonetail's hackles raised, a low growl rising up from his throat. "Stop! I'll rip your whiskers out, StarClan help me—"
A mrrow of laughter interrupted him, and Bonetail's infuriated blue-and-golden gaze swiveled to settle on Hollystorm, his black-pelted sister looking at them both with no attempt to conceal her amusement. Great, Bonetail threw a glance at Cardinalpaw as if her obnoxious behavior had summoned his sibling over to them. As if it was her fault. Bonetail's namesake lashed behind him, the feathery white appendage crooked at the end after his nasty run-in with the fox three moons ago.
"You know, when most cats want to flirt, they have the decency not to do it in the middle of the camp. You two lovebirds are making a scene." Hollystorm's green eyes glittered like fireflies, the warrioress walking off with another snickering laugh as she went to join Sunpulse for a patrol.
Bonetail's eyes narrowed with disdain, and he snapped back. "We're not flirting!" I can't stand her! Losing fur wasn't worth keeping his favorite spot. He was loath to let her win anything, but getting his pelt ruined was more than he could stand.
⇒I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams⇐
Word Count: 235 Words
Tags: @teeks
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 11:00:26 GMT -5
Cardinalpaw NightClan 10 Moons She-Cat She had hit a nerve. She knew this when a growl rumbled up through Bonetail's throat. She was ruining his precious fur and it seemed more than he could handle. His growled reply making her smirk. " I'd like to see you try." She retorts, rolling her eyes. Her tail was flickering with pleasure. I win, you vain little mousebrain. She thought delighted with herself.
Cardinalpaw's delight however did not last very long. Cause before Bonetail could retreat from the abuse his luxurious pelt was receiving, his sister showed up. Her voice echoing through the Nightclan cavern, for all of the clan to hear.
" We are NOT lovebirds!" Cardinalpaw spat, shoving the tom away from her with both front paws. lips curled in a look of utter disgust. " Just cause your fleabrained brother couldn't handle finding another spot to lay and simply had to share. As he so kindly put it, doesn't mean I consider him to be anything more than an annoying fluffy flea." She snorts, at the very idea of ever liking that annoying ball of fluff.
Preposterous, she thought. Watching sourly as Hollystorm walked off for a patrol her laughter ringing in Cardinalpaw's ears. Along with the snappy voice Bonetail calling after her to inform her they were not flirting. Which they totally weren't. " This is all your fault." Cardinalpaw growled, her dark amber eyes glowering at him.
Word Count: 237 Tags: Bonetail & Hollystorm Fawn Notes: Hollystorm hit a nerve lol |
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Post by Fawn on Sept 13, 2016 12:00:33 GMT -5
18 Moons. Tom. NightClan.
⇒I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way⇐
"Oh I'm the flea? You're full of frog dung, Cardinalpaw!" He hissed back, temper flaring from the shove. Lip curling in a snarl, the all-white tom shook out his pelt, gaze narrowing into infuriated slits as he saw a few final tufts of white hair float down to the cavern floor. He deliberately trod on her tail as he walked off, striding quickly but with his head held high; she may have won the spot, but she was still just a lowly apprentice. He'd bet a robin's egg she was gonna stay an apprentice for many moons to come.
He got to sleep in the warriors' den, where her nastiness and stupid voice couldn't bother him. Veering into the warriors' den, he slipped with a glower into the cave, found his moss bed and settled in to take a nap. It was a challenge, calming down enough to get his thoughts to quiet so sleep was possible. He felt paranoid he could still feel her spit on his fur, and it was almost enough to make him regroom himself from the tail upward. His last thoughts of the morning were a delightful image of Cardinalpaw landing face-first into some swamp mud, the next time Starlingcry took her out hunting. It was enough to make him smirk loosely as sleep took hold. Serves her right. Annoying little fly...
⇒I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams⇐
Word Count: 234 Words
Tags: @teeks
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