The Trouble With She-Cats [Razorfang] Jan 20, 2013 22:44:32 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Jan 20, 2013 22:44:32 GMT -5
It was unusual for a tom like Russetpaw to wear such a strange expression on his face. Halfway between a grimace and confusion, his features were contorted, green eyes full of bemusement as he wandered out of the apprentices' den and towards the other side of camp. Why can't she just say what she means? She had to have ears full of fluff, that Whitepaw! They had not been made apprentices at the same time, in fact she was about 5 moons younger than he, being 12 moons and her being 7 moons, but that had never made a difference before. He had still treated her like a friend. Apparently she both liked and didn't like him.
Apparently he was 'totally clueless' and 'so brave' all at the same stupid time. One minute she was picking on him, and the next she got all shy and talked about him to her friends! What the heck was that about?
If anyone had asked him the proper way to catch trout in the river, or how to sneak up on a bank vole or even how to correctly perform a backward kick, he would be able to answer them straight away. If anyone had ever asked the young, completely perplexed tom what was key to understanding the mysterious, cryptic ways of she-cats, then he would've shrugged and said 'your guess is as good as mine.'
Seriously, it was like they were an entirely different species. How was he supposed to know what she was talking about if she just wouldn't say it outright? And why would she wanna go to the willow stream THIS time of year? Not like there was anything to see or anything to catch. Fuming over a situation he barely understood and had barely gotten out of, Russetpaw sought out the one tom who might be able to solve these weird problems of his.
His first instinct had been to ask Roselight, but Russetpaw knew better than to discuss this subject with his older female cousin. He didn't ask a she-cat how to talk to other she-cats. That just seemed...weird. It was kind of like asking a mouse how to catch mice. No, he needed someone who had probably talked to lots of she-cats when he was his age. Y'know, I bet he was popular when he was an apprentice, despite being a little creepy... Russetpaw supposed it was part of Razorfang's appeal. Surely he could explain just what it was Whitepaw had been trying to tell him.
"Can we talk for a moment?" Mewed the pupil to his teacher, a strange expression on his face as he glanced wearily from side to side. "Alone?" Russetpaw didn't really know if this could be classified as 'important' or not, but he had to admit, it would sure make his life easier if he had a little clarity.