Little Talks. [Gorsetail] Jul 22, 2014 23:07:00 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Jul 22, 2014 23:07:00 GMT -5
B L U E P A W
Today’s question: Who did that tom think he was talking to her little sister?! On the day of Grayowl’s banishment from the clan, she had witnessed the pair’s closeness for the second time. Where she should have entirely been focused on the fact that one of their own senior warriors had nearly murdered one of their own, it came second to her need to stand next to Pinkpaw and make sure that she was handling it okay. She had been moments away from doing just that, when a particular tom-cat that she couldn’t help but recognize as Gorsetail had beat her to the punchline. Immediately, her mind took to big sisterly action and mentally questioned his intentions. Was he trying to weasel his way between Pinkpaw and Bluepaw? Did he have feelings for her? Was he only pretending to have feelings for her and later planning to break her heart? Did he think she was freaky because of her appearance? fartClan forbid that Bluepaw got her claws on the cat that made Pinkpaw feel any less normal because of her looks. The last thing she needed was a duplicate of her mother following her into her apprenticeship.
It was with thoughts such as these in mind that she sat along the outskirts of the apprentices’ den, searching with eyes that burned of unspoken passion for the form of Gorsetail. She wanted to catch him when he was alone, and as far away from Pinkpaw as possible. The last thing she needed was her sister showing up, wondering why Bluepaw was narrowing her eyes at him like he was the next Grayowl in the making. Of course, being the kind of cat that she was, she could do nothing but assume the best of him. She truly wanted to believe that he was speaking to Pinkpaw, and making her feel comfortable and cared about, out of the kindness of his heart. It was simply . . . unusual. Unnatural, even. She had grown so used to it being the two of them against the world. She hadn’t been prepared for a tom to come along and sweep Pinkpaw off of her paws, taking her away from Bluepaw forever. She never wanted to have to say goodbye to her little sister. Pinkpaw meant everything to her, and she wanted nothing more than to keep her close and make sure that she never ceased to be a huge part of Bluepaw’s life.
Just when she was beginning to have second thoughts about interrogating the young warrior, she saw him . . . alone. Forgetting whatever had been on the road to convincing her that this was potentially a bad idea, the newly named apprentice set off in his direction with purposeful, confident strides. She gave no warning of her sudden appearance at his flank, walking along the side of his body until she was standing directly in front of him, face-to-face. Her pale blue eyes were thoughtful, searching his expression, curious of whether or not he recognized her as not Bluepaw the new apprentice, but Bluepaw, Pinkpaw’s protective sister. When it was beginning to seem like she had no intention of speaking at all, she finally cleared her throat. “My name is Bluepaw. I’m Pinkpaw’s older sister, if you didn’t know.” She paused for dramatic effect, looking for any strange alterations in expression. “I’ve seen you two talking sometimes. I’m really happy that she’s making friends. You two are friends, right?” She hadn’t meant for her words to come across as harshly as they had. She certainly wasn’t looking to make an enemy out of Gorsetail, and she inferred as much through the slight softening of her tight lip. She just wanted to make it clear to him that she wouldn’t tolerate anyone mistreating her sibling. It was unfamiliar territory having to share Pinkpaw’s attention with somebody else, and if she didn’t suspect that he was worth her time, she’d be sure to make her opinion known.