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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Nov 29, 2018 17:18:47 GMT -5
Graywolf NightClan She-Cat 15 Moons Leaf-fall was quickly growing to a close and the weather was only lowering to the point of freezing with each passing day. Of course it was even chillier during the night due to the lack of heat from the sun. It was only a matter of time before the fresh-kill pile started to shrink in size throughout the Leafbare.
The gray feline was grateful for the fact that her mostly long coat kept her relatively warm during the cooler months.
Although, at the moment it was making her hot.
Giving up on sleep, piercing green pools opened to view the snoring warriors around her. Even Crowflame and Ghostshadow were comfortably asleep in their mossy beds beside her. She envied her littermates at the moment as she stood from her own warm nest.
Petite paws dodging around felines, their chests rising and falling with each breath, had Graywolf quickly making her way from the Warrior's Den. It wasn't too late, the sun probably having just disappeared from the horizon to let the inky darkness of night to take over.
Not everyone in Nightclan had tucked themselves away for sleep, after all they enjoyed this time as well as, if not better than daytime.
Emerald hues locked onto a familiar form heading towards the entrance of Nightclan's camp. A pleased purr softly rose within the pretty she-cat's throat as she trotted over to join the slightly older warrior. "Nettleheart!" Graywolf called out in her specifically noticeable mew.
The young troublemaker brushed against her friend's flank in a greeting, they had been apprentices for a few moons together and the gray warrioress liked to consider Nettleheart as one of her friends.
"I'm glad you are awake too!" Graywolf tilted her head slightly, flickering her plumed tail towards beyond Nightclan's camp walls. "Let's go for a walk, it's a nice night!" Without waiting for a response, the gray she-cat flickered her tail to brush the tip against Nettleheart's nose in a playful manner.
Within seconds the entrance and shadows swallowed her form as she stepped out into the nighttime forest. Another purr rose from her chest as she glanced over a shoulder to find the other she-cat following after her.
I'm Trouble, Y'all 375 Words || Fawn Taxx @calico || I love this! |
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Post by Fawn on Dec 1, 2018 18:22:59 GMT -5
I like the games we play when you're inside my veins Nettleheart was about as affectionate as a limping porcupine. Still, she managed a good-natured growl as soon as Graywolf—the only she-cat she really called 'friend' in this place—pranced over in all her bubbly, feminine energy. "Yeah yeah yeah, keep your tail to yourself!" Nettleheart gave it a swat, quickening her pace until she was almost level with Graywolf.
They were about three moons apart, but Nettleheart—then Scrap-paw's— longer apprenticeship and Graywolf's much shorter one meant that they had gone through their apprenticeships and warrior ceremonies very close together.
As much as Nettleheart hated to be described as small, it was the truth. Her coat was short and close-lying, providing her with very limited warmth in these colder months. Nettleheart's teeth were bared to prevent any incoming chattering, and she instinctively took a step closer to Graywolf, just as she would her brother Snakestep if he were with them. He had been blessed with a longer coat than hers, and he was often more than happy to share it with her.
"I hate leaf-fall almost as much as I hate leafbare," Nettleheart hissed. "I'm going to freeze my ears off." A calico-blotched tail swayed and flicked behind her, as if trying to dispel her irritation. "Alright, we're walking. What do you want to talk about it? If it's that Branch Trail battle, I'm outta here."
Nettleheart had been shocked and then downright jealous upon returning home from the leaf-fall gathering to find that Blackwolf and his closest cohorts had actually taken the Branch Trail back. Without her. Scarcely a day had passed since NightClan's victory, but Nettleheart was already sick of hearing about it.
Despite her enviousness, Nettleheart's dull yellow eyes flitted to Graywolf's ear, which had been ripped during the fight. It still had a leafy pasty smell coming from it, but it looked like it was healing. Nettleheart thrust her paw at it, gesturing. "Does it still hurt?" No A little good don't stop the devil18 Moons | Warrior | NightClan Nettleheart |
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Dec 3, 2018 19:11:32 GMT -5
Graywolf NightClan She-Cat 18 Moons "Alright, we're walking. What do you want to talk about it? If it's that Branch Trail battle, I'm outta here."
Even though the gray she-cat's whiskers wriggled in amusement, she managed to keep her chuckle from her throat at her friend's obvious disdain for not being included in the battle only the previous morning.
Granted, the fluffy feline hadn't been very mute about the subject. Not only was she proud of her abilities as a warrior, she was also proud of her group as a whole, securing a powerful win for Nightclan as they took back the Branch Trail from those stinking furballs: Treeclan.
Of course they had been some major gloating on Graywolf's part.
However, in her mind she had secured her place not only as a fierce Nightclan warrioress, but also as a prominent member of the Blackwolf Clan. She even had a small battle memorabilia to remind her of it.
But, that wasn't the reason she wanted to wander through the territory with Nettleheart, thus while her sharp retort was amusing to the younger, gray feline. Although, before she could respond attention was brought to the ripped ear of Graywolf.
Pausing in step, pretty green pools gave a side glance as if she could actually see the torn appendage atop her head. Of the two injuries she managed to sustain, her flank wasn't nearly as bad. Just a few scratches that would easily heal, though her ear would forever hold a scar.
"Not so much." Graywolf said in her cheerful voice, a purr creeping into her throat as she responded. The only time it seemed to bother her was when Smokefur was lathering it with paste or if the cold wind decided to bite at it.
"And if i'm being honest, i'm more upset my ear got messed up by that stupid squirrel-brain." Subconciously, Graywolf worried that it would mess up her pretty image. Though she didn't know if it would be any better to have a scar parting through her silky fur. Luckily she managed to take out Redbird's back leg before she fled back into the forests.
"The battle would have been better if you were there Nettleheart! I know you would have done better that Ashfang." Graywolf shot the compliment and insult together quickly before flickering that gray plume of hers against Nettleheart's flank. "But enough about yesterday.~"
Padding forwards again, the faintest light from the moon parted through the clouds for a second to wash her with a silver light before being swallowed again behind the darkness of night.
"I want to know if you have a crush on any particular Nightclan cat." Green pools blazed with mischief and curiosity as she attempted to pry secrets from the one cat she considered one of her best friends, aside from her sister Crowflame.
I'm Trouble, Y'all 478 Words || Fawn || Crowflame/Ashfang mentions |
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Post by Fawn on Dec 6, 2018 7:28:54 GMT -5
I like the games we play when you're inside my veins Nettleheart sneered, obviously agreeing with Graywolf's assessment. She would have been a better choice than Ashfang; the tom was older than she was, but apparently he'd still lost his fight against TreeClan. Apparently getting hand-picked by the 'infamous Blackwolf' didn't afford you any perks; the jet black elder's respect was hard won and easily lost.
Despite this brief certainty that she would at least do better, Nettleheart couldn't shake lose the indignant truth; she had never been in a real fight. The closest she'd ever come to facing a hostile enemy had been Pinewhisker's - then Pinestar's - terrifying hostility when NightClan had discovered her on their territory. Her training fights with Ghostshadow were alright; he hadn't been much competition, and she was confident that if her life was on the line, they'd be dragging her opponent home for burial.
No way was she going down so easy.
Graywolf's tail swept over her calico flank, the other she-cat's words bringing her back to the present.
"But enough about yesterday.~"
Yeah, and I'm a flying mouse. If this was the last time Graywolf ever mentioned the Branch Trail today, Nettleheart would eat her own tail. The night was in full swing, and though the moon gave them enough light to see by, Nettleheart was still relieved Graywolf couldn't see her flush beneath her pelt at as the conversation turned. It steered away from something Nettleheart was at least sort-of familiar with - battles, surviving - and into uncharted territory.
"A crush?" Nettleheart blurted, disbelief as sharp as it would be if Graywolf had just announced she was growing a second tail. "I don't -- I don't talk to other cats much," Nettleheart muttered, ears flattening. Thistles, why did she feel so awkward? A flash of tortoiseshell fur flitted through Nettleheart's mind; she had been noticing Rookshade more and more these days.
He'd made that musclehead, Hickoryfur, into a warrior. He was older than her by about thirteen moons (not that she'd counted), but he carried himself well and he spoke his mind. He wasn't all bluster like a few NightClan cats she could name.
But that didn't mean she had a crush on him. Nettleheart's dull yellow eyes glinted with defiance, stubbornly holding on to that belief. It just meant she could recognize a decent warrior when she saw one.
That's all.
No A little good don't stop the devil18 Moons | Warrior | NightClan Nettleheart |
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Dec 14, 2018 3:18:14 GMT -5
Graywolf NightClan She-Cat 18 Moons Once again, amusement seemed to ripple over the gray feline's narrow face, whiskers wriggling in effect as those brilliant green hues held gaze onto her calico clanmate who seemed to be at a loose for words when it came to the question asked just moments before.
Granted, Graywolf hadn't mean't to fluster Nettleheart.
Honestly, the smoke colored she-cat was merely curious on whether or not her friend had a preference for a specific tomcat. Graywolf had also been planning on stealing away her sister for a quiet patrol or nightly walk to ask the same question.
Gossip was fun, Rumors were amusing but actually being in the midst of the truths was far more satisfying.
Not to mention that Nettleheart was probably Graywolf's best friend, and therefor the gray feline was required to know secretive things about the pretty calico. Plus, it gave them something to talk about.
"Relax Nettleheart," Graywolf purred, pressing her flank against the other she-cat's affectionately, though also subconsciously offered the warmth of her longer coat against the calico's thinner pelt. "I was just being nosy."
One of Graywolf's favorite past-times aside from purposefully causing trouble.
"I think it'd be fun to have a crush, maybe even a handsome tom to flirt with." Gray plume flickering around over Graywolf's back as she purred happily, content with letting her thoughts roll off her tongue.
Did the outgoing feline have a crush?
Hardly.
The granddaughter of the legendary Blackwolf hadn't given the time to throwing green gazes towards suitable toms. After all, she was only eighteen moons, a fresh warrior and still young enough not to worry about things such as a mate or even kits.
Besides, of the several cats she grew up with only two were toms, her brother Ghostshadow and Nettleheart's brother, Snakestep.
An amused mew slipped from the gray maw of the brilliant warrioress, still instep with her calico clanmate as the two made their way through the Nightclan forests, shrouded in shadows. "Although, I don't know of a tom would could possibly handle me." Graywolf joked with a bright giggle as her purr continued to rumble softly from her chest.
I'm Trouble, Y'all 396 Words || Fawn Taxx @zen ||Crowflame, Snakestep |
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Post by Fawn on Dec 24, 2018 5:29:21 GMT -5
One for the money two for the freakshow "I am relaxed," she retorted, and reminded herself not to lash her tail and ruin the certainty of her statement. The calico's defensiveness cooled, and she lapsed into an embarrassed silence while Graywolf continued on. She envied her friend's ability to carry a conversation; Graywolf had many enviable traits that Nettleheart hadn't cared about until now.
They could both fight and hunt as good, if not better than some of their Clanmates. But Graywolf was charismatic on top of this; not in the way that Briarthroat was charismatic, he radiated friendliness and approachability. Graywolf though... Graywolf liked attention. Graywolf thrived under attention.
"I think it'd be fun to have a crush, maybe even a handsome tom to flirt with."
Nettleheart snorted.What the foxdung IS flirting, anyway? Just giggling and batting your eyelashes at a tom you like? It sounded mousebrained, and Nettleheart could list about a thousand other things she'd rather be doing. She wasn't the giggly social type, and no stupid crush on some stupid tom was going to change that.
Despite her sourness, Graywolf's words were echoing around in her skull, refusing to leave. Maybe there were other toms worth noticing, in NightClan?
Do I even WANT a mate? The questions piled up, and Nettleheart quickened her pace as if she could outrun the barrage of obnoxious thoughts. She wasn't old enough to be worrying about that. Briarthroat didn't have a mate, and he was perfectly happy. Her own wretched mother (may she rest in pieces at the bottom of a fox's belly) hadn't needed one.
Or maybe they just couldn't stand Scratch?
Ugh, at least Nettleheart could rest easy knowing she'd be a better mother to a litter of kits than Scratch had ever been.
The conversation she had with herself was going down a path the calico did not feel ready for. So she snapped her focus back to Graywolf, catching the last bit of her friend's statement. Nettleheart rolled her eyes, bumping her shoulder against her friend's.
"Don't get too big for your fur, it was one battle! Do you have a crush on someone?" The way the other she-cat spoke, Nettleheart thought not.
But maybe this entire walk had been an opportunity for Graywolf to talk about her social life? And what interested toms had been showing up recently.
Nettleheart's whiskers twitched, remembering the way Acornpaw had been staring at Graywolf at their warrior ceremony. The apprentice was a few moons younger than Nettleheart, but around the same age as Graywolf; too bad he was such a slow learner, they might have all been made warriors at the same time. But instead, the tom had gawked, star-struck, as Graypaw was named Graywolf.
Acornpaw didn't have much going for him, but at least he was interesting to look at. His marbled brown patterning in on a silvery-white base coat was fascinating if nothing else.
"I think Acornpaw likes you," mewed Nettleheart, keeping the snark in her voice to a minimum. "Too bad he's such an idiot." Wild child got the fever tonight18 Moons | Warrior | NightClan Nettleheart |
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jan 24, 2019 6:01:18 GMT -5
Graywolf NightClan She-Cat 18 Moons Acornpaw?
Unfortunately for the marble coated apprentice, Nettleheart's comment caused an amused snort to make it's way from the gray feline, interrupting her once-steady purr as she tried to keep from laughing out loud.
The emerald eyed she-cat was well aware of the little crush that Acornpaw had on her, despite the fact that she hardly batted an eye at him throughout their apprenticeship. But, Graywolf couldn't blame him for being so infatuated with her, any tom within their right minds would be.
That's right, she was pretty self-centered and she was aware of it. The gray warrioress sat on that high horse long before her recent fight with Treeclan.
"Let's just hope Acornpaw doesn't turn out like Oakblaze." The taunt was cold as Graywolf chuckled ever so slightly, though the comment was formed based on her grandfather, Blackwolf and the way he viewed Oakblaze.
Granted, just about all of Nightclan knew about Oakblaze and his... accidents.
Pausing in her step, Graywolf turned her attention back to her calico friend, the cold wind pulling at her medium length fur. The original question asked echoing back into her mind. Did the troublesome feline have a crush?
No.
Not yet anyways.
"I don't have a crush." Graywolf said after a moment, lowering her haunches as she sat on the ground. Her plume tail curled around her paws to keep them warm as a sigh fell from her maw.
"Even though I think it would be fun, surrounded by a million toms who adore me..." She paused for a dramatic gesture with a from paw to be funny before continuing, "I don't think i'm ready for all that."
"Besides, i'm not done getting into trouble." A mischievous glimmer entered those green pools of hers while a smirk touched her gray muzzle.
Possibly a little immature on her part, but if Bonetail was allowed to be lazy as hell then she was still allowed to be immature and get into as much trouble as Foxstar, or Briarthroat would let her.
"And I have you to join me!" Graywolf suddenly popped back up to all four paws, her feathered tail waved around over her back almost in a restless way. As if the gray feline wanted to race over to the Treeclan border to start something with their neighbors.
"So, what are we getting into tonight?"
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