the power[of]boredom

[merchantofdeath]

Summerstream sighed, rolling onto his back to get a more amusing view of the world. Or at least, the world of the WindClan den. There were practically zero cats moving around, and it was so boring. And kind of scary. If were sitting in that medicine den alone, he might be shivering. Though it was cozy in there, there were never any cats around to talk to. At least out here there was open space. And at least the chance of coming across another cat.

"Hello-ooo..," he muttered, staring out into the openness of the den. He was aching for company, anyone would do. Even a mouse. Just some sign of life. He growled discontentedly and rolled back onto his stomach, his paws outstretched in front of him. He was rewarded with a sudden dizzy spell for getting up so quickly, and shut his eyes to calm down.

(it's so boring... where is everyone?) He forced a heavy exhale and started rolling from side to side, something he did often when he was bored. Though it did make him dizzy, it at least got his mind off of how alone he was. He never got nervous doing this ditzy exercise.

"Waaaahhh," he mused to himself, his voice sounding rather funny. He started laughing, and only laughed harder when he heard himself.

Oh, the power of boredom.

[Roxie !]

A tabby-marked brown muzzle nosed its way though the wispy shrubs that partly concealed the entrance to the WindClan camp. The apprentice known as Drizzlepaw entered, clutching a rather undersized vole in her jaws. She hadn't quite perfected her rabbit hunting skills yet; and anyway, she wasn't much bigger than half the hares that roamed the moorland. And so she often drifted around WindClan territory in search of smaller prey, which was admittedly harder to find. But at least she didn't look foolish attempting to catch it. Though for Drizzlepaw, it was a bit late to suddenly start to care what anyone else thought. She kept to herself much more than was normal for a cat of her age, and she knew that many of her clan-mates thought her quite weird for it.

The scruffy apprentice slunk further into the camp, her bristly tail dragging slightly behind her. Silently, she set down her catch in the fresh-kill pile, and looked around. The camp seemed mostly empty, as usual. Not that she had any objections. Still, perhaps she should make herself useful and bring some prey to the elders. Wait a moment, She stopped herself sardonically. That's right. We don't have any. Drizzlepaw sat down with a quiet snort, her dusty brown fur disheveled as always. She wasn't exactly a pretty thing, not like some of the other female apprentices. No, Drizzlepaw more resembled one of the alley cats that lurked near the two-leg nests, and she knew it. Still, there was nothing to be done.

She was drawn out of her sulking state by the faint sound of laughter. Drizzlepaw blinked and looked up. It was such a foreign sound to the outcast apprentice that she wasn't quite sure what to do in response. Sweeping the camp with her gaze, her grey-tinted eyes finally rested on the form of the Clan's medicine cat, Summerstream. Her eyes widened slightly. What was he doing? The tabby watched, unblinking, and completely unsure of what to do. What if...what if he was having some sort of seizure or something?! Summerstream's mingled boredom and amusement were completely lost on Drizzlepaw, who at last snapped out of her gaping stare and started towards him.

She had taken about three steps when she stopped, remembering her manners, and back-tracked quickly to the fresh kill pile. Grabbing the vole she had caught earlier, Drizzlepaw padded over to her clan-mate. Dropping the vole at her paws, she watched the medicine cat for a moment stiffly. Her tail twitched awkwardly, her eyes wide as ever, although the rest of her expression remained somewhat stony.

"Erm..." She started softly, gathering up the courage to speak. It wasn't often that Drizzlepaw really spoke to anyone, let alone such a well-respected member of her Clan. "Uh...Summerstream? Are you...alright?" She asked in some concern.

[merchantofdeath]

He stopped suddenly. Did he hear another cat? He rolled his head back and stared up at the face of a rather scruffy-looking apprentice. (how does she my name?) he wondered, but then (oh, of course! i'm the medicine cat, everyone probably knows my name.) He smiled the only way a cat could, still looking up at the she-cat. Wait a second - did she just ask if he was alright? Oh! Anyone would, after seeing what he was doing.

He rolled and got to his feet, his tail wagging slightly as he looked at his new company... who had a vole at her paws. Was she bringing him food? But for what? Maybe it was hers, and she just happened to bring it along. After all, who wouldn't want dinner and a show?

"You know my name!" he said suddenly, his voice as high-pitched as usual. "That's so cool," he meowed, "but I feel kind of bad. What's yours?" He continued to gaze happily at this new cat, and took a seat, his tail still waving behind him. "I'm fine, by the way. No worries." He smiled that silly cat grin again and tilted his head, a habit from his kithood.

(i hope she's nice! she sure is messy though, i wonder if she's hurt...) He took a moment to sniff for wounds, but found none. No new ones anyway. There was the vague smell of old wounds, very old, but nothing that could be affecting her fur. (oh well. maybe she's like me and doesn't like baths.) That goofy look found its way to his features again as he continued to look the new cat over.

[Roxie !]

OOC//Eek, sorry about the wait for this reply, Ive been so busy lately...>.< Ill try to pop on as often as I can!

Drizzlepaw blinked and took a step back, slightly startled as Summerstream got to his paws. Well, at least the medicine cat seemed to be alright. She averted her gaze for a moment, as if she were considering simply slinking away then and there. The apprentice really wasn't a social she-cat. Before she could act on this newly formed idea, however, Summerstream spoke. Voicing his surprise at the fact that she knew his name, he then asked for hers. Drizzlepaw paused, silent for a moment. Yes, she knew his name. Summerstream was the medicine cat, after all, and she'd have to be quite ignorant to her surroundings not to know it. In fact, the apprentice knew most of her clan-mates' names, simply because she was a good listener. But then, she didn't really expect too many of them to know hers. For a member of WindClan, she acted more like a loner. And she'd never really visited the medicine cat's den before(at least not lately), so why should Summerstream know it either?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Drizzlepaw scolded herself, flicking her ears irritably. Just get on with it. She snapped out of her thoughts just in time to hear Summerstream speak once more, this time confirming that everything was fine. Drizzlepaw dipped her head slightly in acknowledgement, and didn't bother to ask what he had been doing. It was none of her business, after all. And besides that, she was hardly one to critisize anyone else for being strange. In fact, she was the last one who should have been talking. Brushing her tail awkwardly against the ground, Drizzlepaw met Summerstream's gaze once again.

"Oh." She meowed, awkwardness still clinging to her words. "Well...um...that's good. Don't worry about it. I'm Drizzlepaw." She stated afterward, introducing herself. Her voice trailed off in a slight mumble toward the end of her statement; she didn't really wish to talk about herself for very long, so she tried to focus her attention on her clan-mate. Summerstream seemed quite friendly, and playful enough, and she wasn't really sure how to react. The whole socializing thing was still new to her. Shrugging, Drizzlepaw nudged the vole foreward slightly with one paw.

"I didn't know if you'd eaten yet, so I brought this over..." She meowed, knowing that it was only respectful to bring a higher-ranking clan-mate prey, especially when you were only an apprentice.