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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2013 20:25:11 GMT -5
Wolfpaw was healing herself slowly, but wounds inside take a lot longer to heal than physical ones. She was still sad, depressed almost, the marks of sorrow tattooed on her face and etched in her honey-brown eyes. She was still broken up over the death of her father, but her brothers were there. They provided some degree of comfort.She had managed to get through a training session without completely sobbing, and she preened her coat until she was presentable. She faced the word with her almost normal attitude.
The feeling of loosing her greatest hero was always going to haunt her. But she had reached the point where she knew he wasn't coming back, and he would want her to live her life. Wolfpaw entered the sunlight, flinching at the change from the shade of the apprentice den. She was feeling hungry for the first time in a few days and snatches a vole from the pile. She settled down and tucked into it, feeling better already.
Wolfpaw wasn't usually one to get annoyed easily, she didn't really dislike anyone. But she, like most, had her limits to how far she could be pushed by someone. And this someone was coming her way.
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Post by Snakey on May 9, 2013 21:33:32 GMT -5
Returning from his patrol, Rowanpaw dropped his catch in the fresh-kill pile. He was quite proud of his vole and thrush. He picked a mouse from the pile and looked up to see Duskstar stalking toward him. The large gray tomcat pawed at his catch. "You call that a catch? Go out again after you eat." Duskstar took a shrew from the pile and stalked away toward the shade of Highrock. Rowanpaw shivered angrily. His catch was fine enough! He snorted, padding toward the apprentice's den, ears perking at the sight of Wolfpaw. A soft heat spread across his fur as he held his tail up in greeting toward her. He dropped his mouse nearby and grinned. "Hi, Wolfpaw! Want to go hunting with me later?" His mew was hopeful as he sat down. "You can have my mouse if you want." Wrapping his bushy tail around his paws, he looked at the she-cat eagarly.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2013 23:30:55 GMT -5
Rowanpaw. He rubbed her the wrong way for whatever reason. Maybe his arrogance or cockiness. His flirtatious, gender biased nature and comments that Wolfpaw took offense too. Or perhaps it was just the fact that he had chosen her as his target for the current time.
She never said anything, but kept her natural attitude. She didn't usually mind it, but Wolfpaw found him particularly irritating. Why her? Why did he like her? She didn't hold much against him, she didn't hate him or anything. She just didn't really like him. Like, at all.
"Hunting? Sorry but I'm, uh, busy." She averted her amber gaze from him to her paws. Wolfpaw wasn't quick enough to come up with a good lie on short notice. So she came up with the closest thing to a lie she could muster. It wasn't in her nature to full out lie to him, she usually wouldn't tell a partial lie, but she couldn't imagine being stuck with him out in the woods.
"No, thank you. I've already eaten." A false smile flickered on her cat-lips. The eagerness in his eyes was slightly disturbing. What could he possibly see in her? She looked at him for a brief moment before looking back around the camp. She hoped that if she ignored him he would go away, but if she knew anything about Rowanpaw, he probably wouldn't leave.
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