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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 24, 2006 18:56:22 GMT -5
Uncertainty still glimmered in Pepperfur's amber optics, but after a brief hesitation, he nodded. The RiverClan tom seemed to brighten slightly, and he sighed.Alright, then.Good luck hunting with me handicapped like this,though. He answered gloomily. At the moment, the usually cheerful tom seemed determined to be pessimistic. But he settled down on his skinny haunches once again, eyes fixed on the floor. He surveyed the pattern of the wood, mostly overgrown by moss and grass, for a long moment. Silence alone came from the mottled tom
But at last, Pepperfur glanced up at Trixiepelt. His amber eyes narrowed and locked with his friend's, and for a moment, he only surveyed her fiery pelt...almost sadly.Hey,uh,Trixiepelt... He had finally mustered up the courage to ask, for it had been bothering him for some time. Because of this, jealously had nagged at him for a good long time, ever since the tornado. Pepperfur gulped silently, squirming slightly, and sighed, managing to find the soft voice to finish the question.What....what is it between you and....and that......ThunderClanner?
The last word was practically spat, and for a moment, Pepperfur's glance flashed accusingly. But the long-furred tom shook himself quickly, and sighed. As apologetic as he felt, he would wait for an answer. |
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Post by squee. on Oct 25, 2006 16:52:42 GMT -5
At first, no words escaped the she-cat's muzzle as if she was to shocked to even answer the question. Her gaze shone with slight-amusement...thats what this fight was about...her friendship with the Thunderclan tom? With a sigh, she answered his question...
"You mean Batclaw." She meowed "His name is Batclaw...and nothings 'between' us.....we're friends Pepperfur. We talk at the borders at times and that is it. Nothing else"
Her eyes locked on Pepperfur, this fight was about friendship....right? Though no matter how much she asked herself that, she didn't voice it.....atleast not yet.
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 25, 2006 17:12:23 GMT -5
Pepperfur glanced at his paws, abashed. His eyes were still narrowed angrily, but he didn't dare meet Trixiepelt's gaze as she locked eyes briefly with him. Ears flattened to his head, and the mottled tom sighed softly.Great...so you two are on a name basis. Well...what happens when there's a battle? There's no point in being friends.... just to make things harder later. He finished sulkily, tail lashing behind him.Anyway, I thought you abandoned ThunderClan.
But seconds after the words escaped him,Pepperfur realized that they were the wrong thing to say. He was jealous, fine, he'd admit. Jealous of Batclaw. And because of that, he had unintentionally practically called Trixiepelt a traitor! Tortoiseshell fur bristling, he quickly looked up to meet his friend's gaze again, eyes flickering in fear that he might've hurt her. I....I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that!That didn't come out right...I just....I don't know....I'm just not used to having him around is all.Pepperfur blinked apologetically, eyes widening. |
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Post by squee. on Oct 25, 2006 17:25:26 GMT -5
A plain mixture of pain and sorrow replaced Trixiepelt's usually bright gaze. After all these moons saving Riverclan, fighting Thunderclan...saving Riverclan agian and even killing some of her older clan-mates most of Riverclan didn't trust her. It wasn't a normal day until she was called a traitor...and hey, why should that cease just because she was way out here. Her gaze fell to her paws, refusing to even glance at the tom agian. Things were slowly drifting out of control. With a shaky breath she muttered,
"I did abandon Thunderclan. YOU of all cats knew that"
The usual bright tone to her voice disappeared to be replaced by a shaky, emotionless tone.
"Take back apology. I know what you meant....I know what every Riverclanner means when they ask if I wish to leave this clan."
She didn't bother to stay behind with the tom anymore.....she couldn't. If she did...she'd merely make the fight drag on. Only a few moons ago, she would have melted at those words and even shead tears over them...but she was stronger now.
With her head still hanging low and gaze still fixed on her paws, she turned and padded toward the Thunderclan tom. Not bothering with the usual 'good-bye Pepperfur!'.
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 25, 2006 18:34:03 GMT -5
Pepperfur's insides froze, and his flattened ears pricked. Guilt flooded in the tom's attentive amber eyes, and he sighed and bounded after Trixiepelt. Trixiepelt--wait, you know I didn't mean it like that! Your as loyal as anyone back home, and even more loyal than some. Anyone who says different is a mouse-brain! I'm sorry, I swear by StarClan I didn't mean it like that. It's just....weird having Batclaw around is all. He mewed earnestly, padding quickly to catch up with the ginger she-cat. Pepperfur couldn't stand to see his friend hurt, especially when it was his fault. |
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Post by squee. on Oct 26, 2006 19:10:06 GMT -5
Trixiepelt didn't bother to meet the tom's gaze....what did it matter anyway. She paused as the injured tom made his way after her though. No matter what he said or did....he was still her friend. With another long sigh, she turned to the tom again.
"Just forget it. I know what you said didn't come out right" She meowed. "And I know that your not used to working with others." She added. "But you two have to work together if we're ever getting out of here."
With that and another sigh she added,
"Besides, if anything ever happened......with anybody. You would be the first person to tell" Her voice edging a slight purr. "Now, you go and get some rest and I'll go patrol....that is if your still up for that hunt"
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 26, 2006 19:18:34 GMT -5
Pepperfur seemed to ease at this, and he sighed gratefully, giving his friend a friendly nudge. You bet. See ya, He mewed with a smile, whiskers twitching in relief. He held Trixiepelt's gaze for a long moment, before, a little more heartedly, he padded back over to his nest slowly, curling up to try and enjoy the rest of the evening....and forget about Batclaw.
Batclaw looked up, seeing Trixiepelt nearby and Pepperfur with her. But as the mottled tom padded away, he sighed and called over to her. Trixiepelt! Isn't Pepperfur coming? He tried to hide the hopeful spark in his yellow eyes as he waited. |
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Post by squee. on Oct 26, 2006 19:28:36 GMT -5
As Trixiepelt neared the Thunderclan tom, she shook her head no in reply. "He wants to rest up for awhile" She replied simply. Though she didn't see the gleamer of hope in his eyes even as she stood a mouse-length in front of the tom. "So I guess it's just you and me. Shall we?" She meowed, flicking her tail to the barn enterance. She waited for the tom's reply before padding toward the doorways.
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Post by le Dawnz on Nov 3, 2006 11:48:13 GMT -5
As Trixiepelt was padding toward the wide-open barn doors that were long gone, lost in a storm and reduced to debris that rested in various places of the nearby forest, a tom appeared in the door way. His back paws looked as though they had been dipped into the white liquid that two-legs splattered on the walls of their nests. The rest of his body was black except for his white-tipped tail which was bent in a strange way and a little stripe down the bridge of his nose that was only the length of a newborn mouse's tail. His legs were long and his body was lean, and over-all he was a fairly handsome, if not rugged, cat.
"Newcomers? Refugees? Victims of suicidal attemps down a raging waterfall and along the river?" His instantanious guesses were thrown out as a humorous joke, the purr that rumbled in the back of his throat confirmed that. In his green eyes there was a mischievious, yet playful gleam.
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Post by squee. on Nov 3, 2006 11:54:17 GMT -5
Trixiepelt paused as the loner entered the barn. For a moment, her gaze gave the slightest bit of hostility but quickly changed to a warm greeting. With a quick glance back to the two toms she gave a bow for a greeting.
"We were swept away in a tornado.....we're just resting here until we can make the journey home"
She meowed.
"I am Trixiepelt, this tom behind me is....Batclaw and the other tom toward the back is Pepperfur. What is your name loner?" She questioned.
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Post by Roxie ! on Nov 3, 2006 16:04:55 GMT -5
Batclaw nodded and padded after Trixiepelt, his golden eyes gleaming in satisfaction that Pepperfur wouldn't be tagging along. Tail held high, he padded after the ginger she-cat and over to the barn entrance, where a stranger stood.Pelt bristled briefly before he remembered that he wasn't back home, and that this wasn't his territory to defend. His gaze warmed a little, and he nodded mildly to the tom."Hey...Trixiepelt, who's this?" He asked, eying the loner curiously. |
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Post by le Dawnz on Nov 4, 2006 9:29:52 GMT -5
"Abubakar(means noble). But I prefer Abu." the tom meowed in reply. He bowed the front half of his body to the standed cats politly, and a bit playfully. Once loosened up, Abu could get alone with anyone, and he was pretty loosened up already. And sometimes he was considered a flirt. But that didn't matter at that moment. These cats looked like they could use some help. "Were you and your friend going somewhere?" he inquired Trixiepelt, nodding to Batclaw. If they had been about to go hunting, they might need some help finding the right places and steering clear of others.
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