Fire & Ice [Razorfang, Swanfeather, OPEN] Oct 28, 2012 0:18:42 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Oct 28, 2012 0:18:42 GMT -5
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[STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] RUSSET[/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]PAW[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] RAINCLAN // TOM // 7 Moons[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]
“It seems a lesson has been learnt today,”[...]“Your mentor is always correct.”
More like he's always a JERK. A big, fat, cold-hearted jerk with beaver teeth! YEAH I SAID IT!
Unknown to the hazel and black tom, insults were being hurled at his muscular, dark back by the infuriated russet kitten trailing behind him. It was bad enough that he couldn't open his mouth properly to carry the fish that he had caught, but to have his ice-souled mentor spit out that annoying little line in such a way that just rubbed his fur all wrong.
Fuming, the sun was setting in the distance, illuminating the wannabe-warrior's pelt as though he were on fire, representative of the ire the kitten was feeling at the precise moment. Even his left paw was sore from all the twisting the stupid trout had done to his claws - and his chin was still throbbing so much his eyes watered, he'd practically danced with pain when he'd been so ridiculously slapped by his own prey.
That was the worst kind of insult, really. To be mocked by the thing he was supposed to be higher up on the food chain in comparison.
Eyes ablaze, Russetpaw caught the attention of Lilypaw and Tricklepaw, the half-sisters of the senior warrior Vultureback, Lilypaw going as far as to bound over and ask what was wrong. Russetpaw only shook his head, stopping her in her tracks, the tom not willing to vocalize his desire to not have any company right now. He was in too foul a mood for any sort of social interaction - at least, nothing beyond getting some poppy seeds for the pain and giving his trout to his parents. Give me back my fish. He longed to say those words, but he knew opening his mouth at this point was just going to cause him an uproarous amount of pain - so he was saving all his strength for when he had to talk to Swanfeather about the injury.
When they at last crossed the RainClan camp site to the Medicine Cat's den, Russetpaw trotted up to Razorfang, able to take it no longer and masking his face into the picture of obedience, asked him a question. "My fish, can I have it back?" Even if he had to roll it to the fresh kill pile, he wanted to do it himself. This line was spoken in such a clipped way, it was as though Razorfang were addressing a younger, slightly more emotional version of himself, the tom trying to cut down on jaw movement as much as possible, only his lips and tongue moving as he still tried to speak clearly.
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