-x- anywhere the wind blows -x-

[»Neoɴ]

h e a t h e r k i t

It was a windy afternoon. The sun was peeking from the white puffy clouds in the sky, about to play another game of hide and seek with the moon. Leaf-bare was nearly over, and its breeze was the only thing left. The season was changing, and life was starting to bloom again. 

And when life comes back on the land, Heatherkit does so too. There she was, sitting on a rock near the nursery, enjoying the soft winds brushing on her fur. She was alone, as usual. Solitude allows her to be calm. She likes calmness and quietness. Despite of her simple mindset of a kit, she knows that being alone doesn't mean sadness. You can enjoy being alone when you're happy, and that never makes loneliness a terrible thing to Heatherkit.

But there was just one problem she could never get rid of:
Boredom.

She was awfully bored. For today, her playing needs for a kit hasn't been fully enough. Her curiosity to explore and worry older cats wasn't in her. And she's avoiding other kits, her introverted personality made her less interested in playing with others. Besides, she feels like a mute today. Heatherkit didn't feel like talking. She only hoped that cats would understand her only with some body language, or her face expressions. She realised that she had to say something to get clear. Nevertheless she kept being too quiet.

She wasn't fully happy because of her boredom, and for that she decided to say goodbye to the rock. A tiny yawn went out of her tiny mouth, and she stood up slowly. I'll walk around the camp. Heatherkit thought, while wandering off. Who knows if I'll find something interesting?

OOC: Bringing back this epic RP! Amethyst ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ ⋆ Phia ⋆ -please copy paste posts from the old site- c:

[Amethyst]

Pigeonflight

Pigeonflight padded in through the camp's entrance, a squirrel hanging limply from his jaws. The slender tom's gray legs were soaked from the melting snow, the breeze, quite warm for the season, ruffled his partially speckled pelt. The young warrior paused to shake one of his paws, sending small clumps of snow and droplets of water around. Resisting to the temptation to drop his squirrel down and lick his freezing pads, Pigeonflight hurried to the fresh-kill pile, his purple gaze narrowed in determination.

The gray pelted tom deposited his prey on the top of the pile, stopping himself from wrinkling his nose in disgust, at the sight of the fresh-kill at the bottom of the pile. Their pelts were wet and sluggish from the melting snow . Who would actually want to eat that ? He thought, his white tail tip twitching. As he turned tail, walking toward the Warrior's den, Pigeonflight noticed Heatherkit sitting outside of the nursery. Alone. Wait... what is she doing on her own ? Pigeonflight padded toward the nursery, almost tripping on a tree root poking out of the earth in the process. Feeling his pelt heat up in embarassment at his clumsiness, Pigeonflight tried to act as though nothing had actually happened.

"Hey..." He mewed awkwardly to the kit. "What are you doing on your own ?" He asked sympathetically, remembering that not so many moons ago, he was a kit too, following his littermates wherever they would go.

[☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ]

i have come too far for anything else;

The gray she-cat quelled the shiver going down her spine as she stepped out of the apprentice's den - right in to the mix of half melted snow and mud. Disgusting. the she-cat thought as she blinked the eyes. The contrast between the dim light of the den and the brightness of the sunny afternoon was a bit too much for her eyes. After taking a moment to let her eyes get used to the bright light, Lynxpaw slid her gaze over the camp. A familiar pelt caught her eye. Pigeonpaw. No, Pigeonflight.  With a familiar sting of envy at the back of her head, Lynxpaw reminded herself her brother had already been made a warrior. She should have been glad for him.

Afraid of being noticed, Lynxpaw stood still and followed her brothers path with her eyes. Stopping herself from chuckling as her brother almost fell over, right into the sludge that covered the whole camp. He was as clumsy as Lynxpaw, though the tom could still easily beat Lynxpaw at anything- swimming, climbing, running. My time will come. the she-cat thought, clearing her mind of the self-pity.

Only now did Lynxpaw realize: her brother was walking towards the..nursery? The flicker of a light gray pelt at the entrance of the nursery arouse the she-cat's curiosity. Better find out what's he on about. She thought, cautiously starting to pad towards the nursery as well. Finally managing to reach the nursery, she exhaled with relief. She had made it there without slipping in the melting snow and getting her long fur covered in mud. It would have been a pain to clean it afterwards.

Hearing her brother utter his hello and wondering why the kit was all alone, Lynxpaw realized she shared Pigeonflight's concern. She nudged her brother's shoulder, greeting him silently. Even though Pigeonflight was already a warrior, Lynxpaw was already bigger than him. In a way the she-cat found it amusing "Shouldn't you be playing around with the other kits?" the apprentice demanded, her tone playful as she gazed at the kit, smiling widely.

Tags: »Neoɴ, Amethyst, ⋆ Phia ⋆
Words: 347
Notes: what is a rp that makes sense

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

how desperate are you?

RATPAW :: A small ball of fur shifted tiredly in its nest, dim light entering the den for several seconds before being hidden behind the thick clouds again. The young cat slowly rose to his paws, while the soft moss beneath his pawpads invited him to drift into another peaceful sleep. But he knew he should have already been up long ago. His jaws parted into a huge, satisfying yawn, and he stretched out each of his slim legs. He looked around with a flick of his thin tail, silently observing the half-empty apprentices' den. Most of his denmates were already up, probably on hunting duty or training sessions with their mentors. As thoughts such as those crossed his mind, a growl of his stomach reminded him how long it had been since the last time he had eaten anything.

He unwillingly crept out of his warm nest, cautiously approaching the den entrance. He blinked at the harsh sunlight that instantly washed over his two-toned pelt, his tail twitching with irritation. It was obviously long after sunhigh; and he had only just woken up, trying to snap out of his sleepiness. He was supposed to be up hours ago, hunting for his hungry clan. The worst part of leaf-bare could have passed, but it would be another moon or two before prey was running around in their forest again, flooding their hunting grounds. Recalling last night's events, the apprentice shook his head in disbelief, but acknowledged his exhaustion. It had only been a sunrise since he arrived to camp in company of that mysterious, lynx-furred cat he had rescued from the river, having experienced events that would be carved in his memory forever.

He finally pushed his way forward, leaving the warm and welcoming air of the den and letting the chilly breeze that blew around the clearing ruffle his messy fur. He wondered if any soul other than his own was lingering around the camp as well, hopefully looking for company. At once, he decided he'd drop a visit to the warriors' den; with some luck, maybe he would find Sheepfrost inside. His ears pricked, and he turned to head towards the shadowy tunnel that led into the small clearing where HiddenClan's warriors rested. As he padded through the wet ground, he wondered if his mentor had anything planned for him on that relatively warm day. Truth was, he wouldn't mind another trip to the river.

As he noiselessly crossed the deserted-looking clearing, his ears suddenly picked up noise which he identified as faint talking coming from somewhere near the nursery. The young tom skidded to a halt, unsure of what to do. He could ignore whoever had made the sound and carry on to the warriors' den. Or he could make an attempt to interact with some more of his clanmates. He shivered at the thought; he was still feeling uncomfortable meeting new faces, as his scent betrayed his true identity; it didn't matter that he had officially been accepted into this clan. What mattered was what others thought of him, and he knew very well what the first word was which anybody would describe him with; an outsider.

He sighed briefly, turning around and making way for the nursery in tiny kitsteps. He most definitely wasn't in a hurry. As he drew near, he caught a glimpse of two cats that shared his size, but not his trust. He couldn't identify either of them, but he kept on approaching without giving in to his desire to pause and quickly trot away. Arriving behind a muscular, dark-grey tomcat, he finally let his tail flick with excitement as a familiar scent met his nostrils; Heatherkit. He stepped beside the short-haired male, nodding his hello to the young kit who seemed to be ready to walk away. Where to, this time?, he reflected, letting his gaze slide further to the third she-cat whom he hadn't cast an eye on yet.

As his emerald gaze met her gleaming golden one, he immediately froze. He knew those eyes. Suddenly, he wished he had given in to his longing for trying to find Sheepfrost instead of meeting up with these three cats. In the she-cat's wide yellow eyes, he recognised the silvery grey creature he had interacted with last night at moonhigh. His thoughts flashed to last night's events' memories, which felt clearer and fresher than ever. With an uneasy flick of his tail, he looked away sharply, letting his gaze rest upon Heatherkit's tiny fluffy body instead. He battled to keep his cool; although his shoulders had already begun to stiffen. Motionlessly he waited, still wordless and flooded with anxiety. Why now?

Word Count » 778
Notes » good luck putting up with me and my novels guys I SWEAR I'M NOT DOING IT ON PURPOSE sobs
Tags » »Neoɴ, Amethyst, ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ
Muse » 88%

[»Neoɴ]

Just a few steps from that rock, she was stopped by the feeling of a presence. A presence of another cat, bigger, and far older than her. The fur on her little back stood up a little. She wanted to get away before someone comes and asks her the usual questions: "Why are you alone?" "Are you sad?" "Poor you, you should play with other kits!" She sighed, and the face turned sour.

Heatherkit felt the cat getting more closer and closer. She turned around abruptly. Her tail tried to maintain her balance but it was barely easy. Her left front leg stumbled on a smaller rock she didn't notice of, and she nearly fell. It was embarrassing, but she concluded in the end that it's alright, that all kits do this too. But she disliked making mistakes, even trivial ones. Nevertheless she forgave herself this time and observed the cat that approached her.

She was a bit surprised since this cat looks older than an apprentice. Heatherkit usually talks with apprentices more often that warriors. The feeling of annoyance faded away, and it turned to some kind of mild fear. It was not the kind of fear that would get her to crouch close to the ground with that cold feeling on her neck- it was a kind of fear that would make her feel anxiety and want to walk away even more. However, she knows that if it's hard to walk away from questioning apprentices, then walking away from warriors are never going to be easy.

Heatherkit finally recognised the gray tom. It was Pigeonflight. She made a respectful gesture, despite of her inner voice screaming at her to run away right at that moment. She was uneasy, and that uneasiness was printed on her face, replacing the sour expression that was secretly shown previously. Pigeonflight opened out his mouth to speak to her, and her heart beats even harder. "What are you doing on your own?" I knew it! Heatherkit thought. 

And that wasn't all for the young loner. She saw another one approaching, an apprentice this time. Her heart began to feel more anxiety. Apprentices were always annoying, and laughing at young kits for amusement. She barely trusts cats she decide to not trust, or the ones she doesn't feel familiar with. She had to examine the apprentice first before realising that it's Lynxpaw. She smiled at Heatherkit, whose look has summoned a bit of dark and gloomy aura, but Heatherkit doubt anyone would notice that aura. "Shouldn't you be playing around with the other kits?" Was the anticipated words that came out of the apprentice, playful and amused.

Heatherkit stayed silent, as if the questions thrown to her was blown away by the soothing, calming winds. But it stroke deeply in her, making her doubt that it's a good idea to walk away. She didn't know how to reply either. She wasn't that obedient, and she avoids giving out normal answers, or being too honest about herself. Again, she doesn't fully trust others after all. 

However, there was one cat that she feels familiar with. She doesn't know why, and how this unexplained feeling grew in her. She had only a few encounters with this cat, yet this one is the cat she mostly stumbles upon. She has a better feeling with this cat. And he came to the scene.

A light coloured tom approached. Heatherkit quickly knew who it was. It was Ratpaw. He nodded a hello to her, and she flicked her tail silently in reply while looking to his eyes that were in a deeper shade of green than hers. She felt better, to be honest; it's the only cat older than her that she's okay with. But his shoulders are stiff and she felt uneasiness within him. What is wrong?

----OOC sorry no template

Amethyst ⋆ Phia ⋆ ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ

[Amethyst]

Pigeonflight

Pigeonflight's right ear turned, so he could capt noises coming from behind him without having to look around. He could hear pawsteps in the slushy snow. Indeed, heartbeats later, Lynxpaw was bumping her shoulder against his in greeting. "Hi," he gave his littermate a small nod and a smile. Pigeonflight had never admitted how much it troubled him that he was the smaller of all his siblings, even Lynxpaw was bigger than him ! Stop whining. He told himself You're lucky you're healthy and all okay. Maybe you're small, but Lynxpaw suffered because of her tail. Just think about Veiledmoon and Sheepfrost's kits, their lives aren't going to be easy either. The lean tom snapped back to reality as Lynxpaw mewed to the kit."Shouldn't you be playing around with the other kits?"
As Pigeonflight waited for a reply from the kit, another tom, who ironically was the same size as him even though he was many moons younger, padded near him. The way he glanced at Lynxpaw was strange. Is he afraid of her ? Pigeonflight thought silently. Ratpaw's tail tip flicked nervously and his body stiffened. The apprentice was staring at Heatherkit, his back turned to the two littermates.

Without thinking, Pigeonflight gave Lynxpaw a questioning look. What's the matter ? He mouthed silently to his sister, while Ratpaw and Heatherkit continued to stare silently at each other.

[☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ]

i do what i want [Lynx]

The steps of another cat approaching only widened the she-cats smile. As sharp as she could be at times, Lynxpaw liked to be around as many cats as possible. Whoever was coming, they didn't seem to be in a hurry, why were they walking so slow? Curiosity raised it's head in the apprentice again. Deciding to find out who the newcomer was, Lynxpaw took a quick glimpse behind her.

The tom had now almost reached the trio seemed awfully familiar. Though, Lynxpaw didn't remember seeing him around the camp. Lynxpaw would have recognized his odd pelt from afar. Confused, Lynxpaw openly stared at the tomcat who seemed to know the light gray kit, as he nodded to greet the kit in the similar manner Lynxpaw had greeted her brother moments earlier. After he had nodded hello to the kitten, the tom finally took time to take notice of the other two.

As Lynxpaw was still staring at the tom, the two feline's eyes met. As soon as the she-cat had caught a glimpse of the deep emerald of the tom's eyes, her head was flooded with memories from the last night. A wave of sensations and feelings brushed the wide smile off Lynxpaw's face. It had all seemed like a dream just a few moments ago. The misted, blurry images of a tom saving her, more than once, in the woods. Drowning. It couldn't have been real. The freshened memories stated otherwise. No.

The tom's actions only confirmed the she-cat's fears. He turned away fast, his movements stiff, stubbornly keeping his gaze on the kit. Lynxpaw's golden eyes widened. Unsure of what to feel, the she-cat turned her gaze to Pigeonflight who looked as confused as she was. Unable brother's silent question, Lynxpaw only managed to shake her head. Still keeping her gaze at her brother, the she-cat tried to figure out what to do. The hooded male seemed to be wondering exactly the same. Why did he even show up here?

Again, the familiar feeling of anger filled the she-cat's head, growing rapidly and within seconds, the confusion had become anger. How dare he just.. show up like this? Why won't he leave Lynxpaw alone? A low growl starting at the bottom of her lungs shook the apprentice's body as she felt her pelt ruffle up. Determined, she turned her blazing golden eyes to the hooded tom. "What do you want?" the question, uttered in a cold voice, escaped her mouth before she could stop it. "Don't you have anything better to do?" the she-cat hissed, squinting her eyes at the tom.

The time seemed to stop, as for a few seconds no one moved. The silence reminded Lynxpaw of the other two cats present. She realised how weird her actions must have seemed to the other two, but it was already too late. It couldn't have been undone. Trying to get a control of her emotions, the she-cat managed to flatten her most fur again, though the fur on her spine remained bristled. She had already decided she wouldn't look away from the tom, partially because she wanted to know how the tom would realise and partially because she couldn't bear looking at others expressions. Hadn't the hooded tom embarrassed her enough already?

Tags: Heather, Pigeon, Rattyy
Words: 545
Notes: dramaticasss

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

how desperate are you?

RATPAW :: The breeze blew again, carrying the casual wintry chill that had grown to be familiar, but provided no dewy relief for the young apprentice. He had already started to feel uncomfortably warm, as a raging fire began to form inside him. His glistening emerald eyes burst with tiny spikes of green fire, and he continued to keep his gaze locked upon the grey kit standing a tail-length away from him. She hadn't replied to the questions of the other two cats that accompanied them, something that didn't particularly surprise the hooded tom. In fact, he had almost expected it. Turns out there are plenty of us who don't fancy small talk, after all.

As the tomcat continued to keep still in an awkward position while staring straightly into Heatherkit's own green gaze, he could sense the remaining two cats each casting a cautious eye upon his pelt. The brown tip of his tail twitched nervously, and he tried to prevent the fur around his hackles from bristling dangerously. A fight was the last thing he needed; especially in front of a kit as well as a cat he didn't know. He turned his head briefly to examine said cat; it was another ashen tom with a coat similar to his lynx-furred fellow, but short-haired. He held an extraordinary, eerie purple gaze, one that would effortlessly startle the two-toned apprentice if met in a direct eye contact. He was obviously older; clearly a warrior in the green-eyed cat's eyes. However, he also didn't fail to notice they shared the same body size, and a relatively similar built.

Feeling the grey-coloured warrior turning to look back towards his way, the apprentice pulled his anxious glance away quickly, settling it down to his paws this time. The atmosphere was growing more unwelcoming and distressing, as the air carried the scent of fury and rejection. The tom dared not make a single movement, silently hoping that one out of the four of them would make the first move and break the ice among them. However, with every second that passed, he only began to realise his wishes were going to be proven impossible, and the silver-pelted female was first in the line at trying to make him feel unwanted and intrusive.

"What do you want?" Wide-eyed, the young tom rose his glance from the ground, but didn't eye the she-cat. His gaze skipped Heatherkit, landing brusquely on the walls of the nursery near them. He knew the brown fur on top of his back was standing on end, but he could do little about it. His paws trembled in resentment, and he desperately fought to control the mighty fury inside him. Not everything in the world is about you, poor little mouse-brained kit. For you're as much use as a dead fox!, he muttered under his breath, wishing he would have the courage to pronounce the same words out loud. But he couldn't. He wouldn't fall down to her level. Not in the presence of others.

Unexpectedly, the double-coloured tomcat settled himself on the ground, twisting his head to give the bristled fur on his back a couple of licks. Once he had flattened a good part of it, he breathed in the cool air, letting his lungs fill with its sweet afternoon scents. The duo beside him would probably think his actions odd, but compared to what their reactions would be if he had spoken up against the grey she-cat, being thought strange appealed to him better. He eventually looked up again, neatly wrapping his thin tail over his front paws. He gave a half-puzzled, half-indignant glance at Heatherkit, then turned to face his opponent.

"Why the fuss?" he sneered, an amused expression crossing his features as his shimmering green eyes landed upon the ashen tom for some brief seconds. Some splendid company you have there!, he thought to himself, before shifting his glance to settle it on the furious she-cat once again, establishing his unfaltering serenity. "Why can't we be friends..?" he went on chanting, more to himself. He eventually looked back at Heatherkit, expecting her reaction to the fast-changing scene. He imagined how simple and peaceful his time would have been spent if he had looked for Sheepfrost instead, sighing crossly. Any other bad ideas?

Word Count » 714
Notes » can't handle the swag
Tags » »Neoɴ, Amethyst, ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ
Muse » 93%

[»Neoɴ]

The afternoon was spent with cold silent staring at each other, among Heatherkit herself and the other older cats.

Heatherkit examined Pigeonflight at first. He looked like he has nothing currently happening to him. The warrior only has the same puzzled look like hers. The real issue, the kit realised, was among Ratpaw and Lynxpaw. Whatever happened between them, the kit's simple understanding concluded only one thing: This is not good. She seriously wanted to leave now, but she realised that Ratpaw was staring at her. For a long time. His gaze is uneasy and uncomfortable. It was like he was forcing himself to look at her and only to her- which is also disturbing.

Heatherkit watched as the two apprentices' look extremely restless. Lynxpaw was the first to act up. Her pelt stood up, and she looked harshly to Ratpaw. "What do you want?" She said, in a cold, sharp voice, hinting everyone that she doesn't want the other apprentice to be here. "Don't you have anything better to do?" Heatherkit was surprised at first, but she kept her calmness and quietness. Standing there, part frozen, part puzzled, she remained at her exact spot and watched on.

But she was also amazed on how calm Ratpaw was, despite of a few mutterings she could barely hear. She was thankful for it, since she never liked fights with actions. She wouldn't want to be near a fight where the two sides would make a huge mess. Cause this is quite a mess already.
She saw Ratpaw finally turning away from her, which relieved her for a second. Then he gave her another glance, more worse than the last one. Still remaining his coolness, he confronted the she-cat. "Why the fuss?" He said. "Why can't we be friends?" Ratpaw looked at Heatherkit for the third time, and she knows he's expecting something from her again. For a second, she replied his gaze by tilting her head, but that was not all. Well, if you want another show. She thought.

Heatherkit was still watching the scene from quite a distance. But from Ratpaw's behaviour, she calmed down too. It has an effect on her. It was more than just calming down. It was something that makes her entertained, something that made her lay down and looked at the crowd with her shimmering green eyes.
The tables have turned. It was now Heatherkit who was amused, not the apprentices who normally smiled at her asking for an entertaining act from the kit, nor the warriors who find kits delightful. She wanted more on the story, and therefore she continues to watch. She was not scared like other kits would, nor she would want to avoid trouble. As a kit, troublemaker was a bit of her personality from her mischievous traits, and trouble is her best friend. She was an outrageously daring kit after all, a black sheep among the white ones, and do what other kits would not do.

Right when the tension was at its limit, the little kit laughed loudly.

Amethyst ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ ⋆ Phia ⋆

[Amethyst]

Pigeonflight

The tension between Pigeonflight's sister, Lynxpaw and the new apprentice Ratpaw, was thickening the atmosphere, just like before a storm. The purple eyed tom could sense it. Lynxpaw returned Pigeonflight's questioning look with a shake of her head. How can you not know why someone acts like that with you ? Pigeonflight thought in confusion, glancing at Ratpaw and his littermate again. Then, without any warning, Lynxpaw snapped at the apprentice, making Pigeonflight jump. "What do you want?" She growled."Don't you have anything better to do?". Pigeonflight stared wide-eyed at his sister, he had never seen her being so hostile before. The young warrior opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and clasped it shut.

However, Lynxpaw's sudden agressivity seemed to have pulled Ratpaw out of his daydreaming. Tearing his gaze away from Heatherkit, he looked up at Lynxpaw.

"Why the fuss?" He sneered. "Why can't we be friends..?" He meowed more soflty. Pigeonflight was stuck, not knowing how to react, he was supposedly the one in charge to tell them to stop bickering, but at the same time, he was stuck between his sister, who was bigger than him, and an apprentice, who ironically was the exact same size as him. Swallowing down at the thought of the two of them deciding to pass their anger on him instead, Pigeonflight stayed silent. Suddenly, Heatherkit started to laugh. What's wrong with her? Pigeonflight thought, looking at the happy kit curiously.
"What's so funny ?" He asked her, not understanding her logic.

[☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ]

i do what i want [Lynx]

The sudden burst of laughter by the kit stunned Lynxpaw enough to make the golden-eyed lass step back in surprise. She hadn't expected such reaction, especially from such a quiet kitten. The moment of surprise had given the apprentice a chance to suppress the burst of anger. Flattening her fur on her back, she managed to slip a mask of calmness on her face. So that's the game you have chosen to play?

Seeing the others as stunned as she was, Lynxpaw quickly re-did the step she had taken backwards, returning to her position next to her brother. Pigeonflight seemed to be in-between the two; her and the hooded tom. Of course. He didn't know what had happened. Even though Lynxpaw knew she could trust her brother, she decided it wouldn't be a smart thing to let him know of anything that had happened the previous night. There was also the presence of the kit, Heatherkit seemed to be of the most unpredictable kind. In a way they were similar, her and Lynxpaw. That alone was a good enough reason to raise a red flag.

Chosen to play by the rules of the emerald-eyed tom, Lynxpaw slipped a rather friendly smile on her face. Turning directly to face the green-eyed tom, Lynxpaw answered his question. "Oh I'd love to be friends. I really do," an ironic expression that was supposed to resemble sadness overshadowed her smile before the apprentice continued "but you see, I'm not very fond of outsiders." Knowing she had gotten her point through, the apprentice sat down, giving her white chest-fur a lick, a smug smile on her maw.

Even though it wasn't of Lynxpaw's nature to try to hurt, or attack, anyone like this, the tom seemed to bring out the worst in her. His arrogance was what pissed her off. Why couldn't he stop being such a know-it-all? It would be the best for them both, if he would go back to wherever he had come from. A wave of guilt and shame washed over the apprentice, even though, she managed to keep her expression flawless. Maybe there was a flicker of what went on inside in her eyes? Lynxpaw would rather believe not.

Trying to brush off the feeling that she had somehow betrayed the brown-and-white tom, Lynxpaw turned back to face her brother, she spoke again, her voice remaining as it was when she had spoken to the hooded tom, Pigeon, I don't think you two have met, this is HiddenClan's new apprentice.. We just met yesterday." Her blazing gaze slipped on the other apprentice for a second, warning him that if he'd dare say a word, he'd have a lot more to worry about than fitting in.  "Why don't you give him a proper greeting! She nudged her brother's shoulder playfully. Of course, her demand had a hidden side. She was curious of what her brother thought of the odd two-coloured tom that stood before them. She wanted to know if Pigeonflight was on her side.

Tags: Heather, Pigeon, Rattyy
Words: 504
Notes: this is bad i'm sorry <//3

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

how desperate are you?

RATPAW :: Settled down as he was, the green-eyed apprentice parted his jaws briefly, letting the piercing scent of anger and anxiety flood the glands in the roof of his mouth. He had yet to focus his intense, uneasy gaze on something or someone other than Heatherpaw who lay one or two fox-lengths ahead of him, but he dared not look at that silvery cat's frosty golden eyes again, and his friend's insouciant posture calmed him. His brown tail-tip thrashed harshly against the soft earth beneath his paws, while fury and revengefulness flickered in his troubled eyes. He was battling to bury it deep inside of him, but the atmosphere which had formed wasn't helping him. The four cats were waiting in awkward silence, one which none of them seemed to be threatening to break any time soon. Ratpaw shifted his glance gradually, all of his senses alert, waiting for the cat he had just rescued the previous night to snap. His shimmering eyes paused on Pigeonflight's restless paws, barely catching a glimpse of the warrior's sister standing motionless beside him, her only movement being the faint flexing of her lethal claws. The hooded tom felt a prickle of anguish work its way up his spine, and he tried to suppress a shudder as his gaze climbed up to meet the warrior's deep violet one.

The moment he had gained full view of the partially-speckled warrior's puzzled, yet still intense expression, an eerie sound which he later identified as a cheery laugh had him staring wordlessly down at his snowy paws, petrified. Next to him, the two littermates seemed startled, with Lynxpaw's stun being accompanied by an uncertain motion of her paws that pulled her a kitstep back. An unexpected chuckle escaped the two-toned apprentice's own jaws as he spun around to face Heatherpaw, his neck fur bristling with suppressed excitement at the sight of her unreadable features. Ratpaw had been expecting the younger fellow to help the situation and clear away some of the built-up tension in the air that surrounded them somehow, although such a reaction was not exactly what he had been awaiting. His glowing green eyes stared into her similarly-coloured ones for some split seconds, before he determinedly pulled himself up and padded over to the grey-striped she-cat's side.

"What was that?" he whispered in awe as he tilted his brown-white head close to her ear, not leaving the two littermates that stood before them out of his eyesight. He wasn't completely sure that Heatherpaw's unexpected reaction to what had happened between himself and Lynxpaw was an appropriate one, but there was no doubt it had seemed to change both of the silvery grey siblings' postures. The hooded apprentice settled into a sitting position beside his denmate and faced his opponent, confidently this time. She had rushed forward again, Ratpaw realised with a scornful snigger, and regained her position as she flanked her brother. The young tom suddenly felt doubt arising inside him again, as his emerald glance slipped from the ashen cats to himself and Heatherpaw. It felt as though the four of them had each chosen their sides; the young silvery she-cat teamed up against him with her brother, while Heatherpaw had picked to stand by Ratpaw's side. Or so the young tom wanted to believe. Turning his head towards her, he realised Lynxpaw was probably faced with the same kind of uncertainties. Were Heatherpaw or Pigeonflight on either side?

The tomcat suddenly flicked his chestnut ears as the warrior spoke up, waking the double-coloured apprentice from his fretful thoughts. "What's so funny?" Dipping his head, Ratpaw fought to keep his whiskers from twitching with amusement. The mood among the four cats had certainly changed, for the time being at least, and the young apprentice felt he might as well enjoy it while he could. Raising his glowing green gaze to Heatherpaw, he blinked with gratitude, but wasted no more time before turning to lock his glance upon the other grey apprentice once again. At the sight of the spooky smile that had taken over the she-cat's features, Ratpaw insinctively braced himself up for a derisive comeback.

The female's voice rang into the tomcat's ears, dazing him briefly and forcing his small head to lower. "Oh I'd love to be friends. I really do," she had meowed disdainfully, "but you see, I'm not very fond of outsiders." He felt as if his shoulders were weighed down by words so heavy, ones he was so sick and tired of hearing as they gradually drained the energy from his limbs and sent his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He wondered if the she-cat's comment was worth replying to. After all, it would all end with all of her kin hating on him, regardless of what he said or wether he tried to defend himself. It would all have the same consequence. Upon that realisation, the partially-tanned apprentice heaved his head up, gazing directly into the she-cat's scornful golden eyes. He huffed in disbelief.

"Oh, is that so?" he spat, allowing himself to sound hurt and defeated. His unsheathed claws pierced the soft floor of the clearing as he got a stable grip on it, to keep himself from leaping on the golden-eyed lass and clawing her ironic expression out as he continued. "Well, I guess that's okay. Nobody would wish for a friendship with a tailless scrap of fur anyway!" he hissed furiously, letting a good part of the built-up ire inside him burst out into a menacing snarl that revealed more than he was aiming for. He looked past his desire to rise to his four paws and teach the she-cat a lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry, but as he watched her settle beside her brother, he thought it wise to keep himself seated next to Heatherpaw. He wrapped his bristled tail around him, while his ears continued to lay flat against his skull in an aggressive manner.

As he sat pouted in his position, he looked past Lynxpaw into her brother's violet eyes. He's probably bracing himself to claw my eyes out now, the apprentice reflected, forcing his glance to stare down towards the dusty cold floor in submission. A fight was not what Ratpaw was aiming for, but if it would be the only thing left to protect his dignity, he wouldn't back down from it. After all, it wasn't him who had started it all. Continuing to glance down wordlessly, he caught a glimpse of his other denmate's grey paws, and felt his own white ones twitching with anticipation. Lucky she laughed when she did. I wonder what clever move she will be able to come up with after this.

Word Count » 1118 oops
Notes » ratpaw be a mad man
Tags » »Neoɴ, Amethyst, ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ
Muse » 95%

[»Neoɴ]

The unexpected action of hers did work as she planned. Startle everyone, see their reactions. And they were just as she expected. Heatherpaw was even more amused now, although she thought that it was outrageous. Besides, it seemed to melt down the cold situation a bit. Her laughter set the other three to confusion, and even the female apprentice, who has been seemingly to be Ratpaw's enemy, jumped a tiny step back. She heard Ratpaw's chuckle, and unconsciously followed, only it was covered and hidden down by an obvious fake cough. After the extra bit she made a conclusion of the scene so far.

Pigeonflight seemed to be the most innocent and clueless, possibly as clueless as her; Heatherpaw didn't even know what has happened between Ratpaw and Lynxpaw. Her laughter was not aimed at him, and she thought that the warrior was alright. She heard the warrior demanding a reason to her actions. "What's so funny?" Heatherpaw only smiled at Pigeonflight and shook her head as a reply, as if saying, it was nothing; you'll never understand my own strange mindset.

Next was Lynxpaw for her to think of. Heatherpaw rarely sees her, so she doesn't know her very well. However, she has this feeling of uneasiness. Commonly, it's caused by the nearly-as-strangers relationship, but this one...
From hearing the first words she spoke, she didn't like her very much. That uneasiness sticks on, although - thankfully - Heatherpaw was extremely good at hiding real emotions; mainly because she never wears the right face to her current mood. It is a fact that it's rare of her to express her true desires and feelings, and that laugh was included in one of the rare phenomenas that Heatherpaw made.

And the last, but not the strangest, was Ratpaw. Her other reason for being unexpected was to prove herself. To prove herself that she was worthy, and different to other cats. She was the unexpected, and she successfully got attention by that. At least Ratpaw was the one to appreciate her act. He looked at her several times, but not out of pure confusion; it was out of similar emotions in Heatherpaw.

Her heart jumped a little when Ratpaw came closer. He stopped by her side, turned and leaned his head to her ears. "What was that?" He whispered, and like their previous meetings, his tone wasn't in demanding confusion but of questioning awe. Heatherpaw wasn't sure what to answer, honestly.
"Just breaking the ice." She answered very softly in a nearly monotone voice.

She caught the blink of gratitude from him. She didn't want to reply back, and is grateful that he turned back to the two other cats, who now she now guess as siblings. She then heard Lynxpaw spoke another set of sharp words in reply. "Oh, I'd love to be friends, I really do," She halted at her sentence, changing her expression to a sarcastic pitiful face. "But you see, I'm not very fond of outsiders."

Outsider, hmm? Heatherpaw realised what she meant, and now she has a small hint that Ratpaw wasn't born in this Clan. But it didn't bother her like it has bothered other cats. Heatherpaw herself spaced out of the clan at most times. She tilted her head in slight disagreement to Lynxpaw, only in the reason that she acts like an outsider herself in her own way.

She sensed Ratpaw getting weighed down for a second, but fired up the next. "Oh, is that so?" He started his reply. "Well, I guess that's fine. Nobody would wish for a friendship with a tailless scrap of fur anyway!" It was nearly as sharp as the other female apprentice's words, only he sounded more enraged. He looked like he was so very ready to tear up Lynxpaw at that very second, but Ratpaw still stayed by her side. That's wise.

Heatherpaw started to feel strangely uneasy. She was jumping into another cat's problems, and it seems like someone needs another cat to side with him. Ratpaw was standing alone, facing two littermates. The warrior still looked clueless, but she doubted that Pigeonflight will side with the apprentice who had just called Lynxpaw a tailless scrap of fur. But, at least, Heatherpaw hoped that he'll do something more rationally calm than joining the fight. Being stubbornly defensive is annoying sometimes.

She looked at Ratpaw with an emotionless face, her electrifying green eyes looking into the brown-hooded tom. Will she join in since Ratpaw is alone, just like that? Well, would I? Heatherpaw thought to herself. To be honest, she didn't plan on siding to a fight. This was not of her matter; she never knew Lynxpaw, nor she knew the whole problem. She didn't want to be hated anyway, especially for getting in their issue. But, being honest to herself, she did want to side with Ratpaw. Only that she decided to abandon her feelings right now and follow her logical reasoning.

From the very start she was the first to be there, avoiding other cats. Yet they came to her, then they got busy with their own business. Should I leave now? They seem to be doing very well... She thought doubtfully. But she knows, if she leaves, then the story ends. And if the story ends... well, the whole fun ends.

Simply, a hard decision. To leave or not to leave.

The thin sky-grey cat stood up, her true emotions still hidden beneath her calm, expressionless face. She looked at Lynxpaw, then Pigeonflight, then the familiarly-known tom beside her. "Excuse me." She meowed with a voice well enough that the cats involved can hear her, but what she's was about to say was directed at Ratpaw. "Should I not jump in before I know what is exactly going on?"
"I apologise for my... abnormal behaviour," Now her words were aimed for everyone. Her tone seemed to have slight sarcasm on it, but it should be mainly taken as 'calm'. "I never expected this many cats to gather around me."

Heatherpaw looked at the two siblings. She made a fake smile, and it was so perfect, nobody could think that it was fake; it was like the bad aura never touched her at all. "I'd leave you all to your lovely afternoon talk." She continued, but still stood there waiting for any kind of reply as she said her last sentence:

"I'm not siding on anyone."

Word count: 1072 c: sorry that it's messy but you might've to read the whole thing to get it
Notes: Imagine Heatherpaw with a derp face while singing Shakespeare. And sheeeesh Heather likes to run away - still keep her in please? c:
Tags: Amethyst ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ ⋆ Phia ⋆

[Amethyst]

Pigeonflight

Pigeonflight was still startled by Heatherpaw's weird laughing burst when she smiled at him, telling him that there was nothing to understand in her behavior. Lynxpaw's mew brought him back to the present time. "Pigeon, I don't think you two have met. This is HiddenClan's new apprentice... we just met yesterday." Pigeonflight turned toward his sister, blinking his round violet eyes as he processed her words into his brain. "Oh... but I--" His sentence was cut off by Lynxpaw. "Why don't you give him a proper greeting ?" The silvery apprentice nudged Pigeonflight's shoulder, somewhat playfully. "Oh right... err... Hello.. my name is Pigeonflight.. " He began awkwardly, dipping his head to the apprentice, his eyes meeting Ratpaw's for barely a second before darting away shyly. "Nice to meet yo--" He mumbled when Ratpaw spoke to Lynxpaw, apparently not paying attention to Pigeonflight. "Oh, is that so?" The brown and white apprentice spat "Well, I guess that's okay. Nobody would wish for a friendship with a tailless scrap of fur anyway!" Pigeonflight started at Ratpaw's harsh comeback, his eyes wide in shock. He knew Lynxpaw had always been sensitive about her tail, or it's remainings. It had slowed down her training, which explained the fact that she was still an apprentice while all her other littermates were warriors. Nobody in the family made remarks about her slight handicap, even if they wanted to make a mean comment, this was just too much.

"Hey, that was uncalled for ! Leave her alone !" Pigeonflight hissed at Ratpaw on an impulse, the words escaping his mouth before he could stop them, surprising everyone and most of all, himself. Pigeonflight instantly regretted what he had just done, if only he could disappear underground... just now. It'd be nice. The dark grey tom swallowed nervously, his while tail-tip twitching, giving away his insecurity. He glanced at Ratpaw, his green gaze remained cold. Pigeonflight could picture only too well the other leaping at him to claw his ears off.

"Excuse me. Should I not jump in before I know exactly what's going on ?" Heatherpaw spoke up, surprising Pigeonflight who had almost forgotten that the young she-cat was still there. "I apologize for my... abonormal behavior. I never expected this many cats to gather around me." She explained calmly, though Pigeonflight thought it was pretty useless. You're probably the last cat who needs to apologize here ! He thought. "I'll leave you to your lovely afternoon talk..." She stopped, as if waiting for an answer, then stood up. "I'm not siding on anyone." She declared. Pigeonflight opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it immediately. You've already talked too much for today. He scolded himself.

Word count: 465
Tags: ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ , »Neoɴ , ⋆ Phia ⋆
Notes: Okay that was kind of short compared to Neon's novel ;u;
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[☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ]

i do what i want [Lynx]

Lynxpaw felt the fur on hel sholders ruffle upon hearing the hooded apprentice's  harsh comment. A tailless scrap of fur? How dare he? It was not her fault that annoying furball had left his home. Her jaws already parted to hiss back at the hooded tom, golden eyez blazing, Lynxpaw was interrupted by her brother. Standing frozen in awe for a second before snapping her jaws back together, the grey she-cat gave her brother a surprised look. She didn't remember seeing Pigeonflight that mad, hissing at someone. Though, the furball deserved it.

Lynxpaw could sense his brother tense next to her. His firece impression was ruined by an audiable gulp. He was as surprised as Lynxpaw, yet he seemed angry enough to jump right at the hooded tom. Her fur flattening slowly, Lynxpaw felt a strong sympathy towards her brother. Pigeonflight had never said a bad word to anyone, not that Lynxpaw had heard of, at least. And now, he was ready to leap on the tom that dared insult Lynxpaw.

The small tabby was next to talk, her voice perfectly calm. Why is she appologizing? The green-eyed tabby confused Lynxpaw. She was a hard nut to crack when it came to what she was thinking. Annoucing she wouldn't side anyone, the grey tabby set to leave. Shooting a dazzling smile at everyone, she pawed away. The smile didn't quite reach the tabby's green eyes, though it looked far from a fake smile. Again, Lynxpaw found herself confused by the she-cat's odd behaviour.

Following the she-cat with her eyes as she was leaving, the golden-eyed lass considered calling her back. Then again, Lynxpaw wouldn't mind her leaving. She liked the small she-cat, but as she seemed to be on good terms with the hooded apprentice, it would have been foolish to pick a fight with him with the grey tabby around. Out of the corner of her eye, Lynxpaw could see Pigeonflight  opening his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, and closing it again.

Lynxpaw felt a bit annoyed when she realised the reason of Pigeonflight's silence; her brother was still angry with himself for scolding the hooded tom. At least he had done it. It seemed to Lynxpaw that her brother was feeling the same as her about the green-eyed she-cat. Well, if he couldn't bring himself to call back the she-cat, Lynxpaw would do it for him. She owed that to him, after all.

Taking a step forward, she called out for the grey she-cat. "Wait!" she shouted, a slight smile creeping on her mouth. "You don't have to leave. You don't have to apologize. No one is expcting you to choose sides." she announced contentedly as she saw the grey she-cat turning back to eye her. Though, she didn't seem too convinced. Lynxpaw hoped for the sake of StarClan that the odd she-cat would decide to turn back. She seemed to be the only one who managed to keep the situation from turning into a chaos.

Tags: »Neoɴ, Amethyst, ⋆ Phia ⋆
Words: 501
Notes: i have never done worse at anything i am sorry.

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

⋆RATPAW⋆ APPRENTICE ⋆ MALE ⋆ HIDDENCLAN YOU ARE BUT WORDS. RATPAW :: Although the air was cool, the two-toned apprentice felt hot under his relatively thin winter coat. It was usually not thick enough to support him on the coldest leaf-bare mornings, but right now he wished he could be in his even thinner greenleaf coat instead. He could sense Heatherpaw's burning green gaze on him, and he couldn't help but feel anxiety overwhelm him regarding her next move. Ratpaw knew the young she-cat as one totally unpredictable equal, but deep inside, the tomcat still fed on tiny, negligible hopes that his denmate would support him, be it a situation she shouldn't be involved in or not. Upon his worrying, he had completely forgotten about the harsh remark he had made towards the golden-eyed lass' tail as a reply to her own sharp comment, and he was instantly reminded of it from the thundering voice of the she-cat's brother. Ratpaw turned to face him, but his glance was not bold anymore. It wasn't cold and blazing like usually, but instead was its ordinary, dull green colour, revealing nothing more than brief condescension and absolute indifference. The other tom's eyes were wide in shock however, their deep violet hue contrasting heavily against the smooth grey fur that surrounded them. The apprentice flinched at Pigeonflight's hiss, but held his ground. He had still not regretted his words, but did not yet have the nerve to argue with a warrior. He glanced at the partially-speckled tom for a moment longer, and was slightly confused by the odd expression that had suddenly taken over his features. It wasn't angry or protective anymore; it looked rather guilty, embarrassed even. Ratpaw would normally grin widely at that unexpected plot twist, but instead he anxiously returned his gaze and full attention to the sky grey she-cat. She looked uneasy seated on the hard surface of the clearing, obviously lost within thoughts of her own. The tom was desperate to know what she was thinking, but her expression was unreadable. The tip of his tail twitched intensely, his nervousness showing far too much for his liking. And what followed from Heatherpaw's side didn't help with that other problem of his at all. His green eyes stretched out in shock as she rose to her paws, her posture clearly stiff and restrained, although her face was still expressionless. Was that her dilemma?, the tom reflected in despair, to abandon me in my own luck or not?  He fought to remain calm and motionless in his place, but it was hard for him to fight off the urge to leap to his paws and explode out of the camp entrance. What was he even thinking? Winning an argument? When his single friend among cats that disliked the life out of him walked out on him like that? "Excuse me."  he finally heard her pronounce, her voice strong enough for all cats to hear, but her green gaze was settled on him. "Should I not jump in before I know what is exactly going on?"  But that's not the case..!, the hooded tomcat was desperate to explain, although all he could do was to stare back, his eyes wide in a pleading manner. He felt a pang of rejection as Heatherpaw went on addressing all three of them, but he forced himself not to make a single movement. Should he confront those two spoiled siblings on his own, so be it. He didn't give the ashen she-cat a single glance as he heard her light footsteps fend off, his hard gaze locked on the floor of the clearing. Her final words had fallen on deaf ears, and Ratpaw wondered if it was high time he departed as well. It would require that he let his tail droop behind him in defeat, but since he had slim chances of winning anyway, he was finding it hard to care anymore. "I'm not siding on anyone."  Heatherpaw's final statement managed to reach his ears, and he rolled his eyes in disbelief. Of course you aren't. He finally glanced up, first eyeing the dark-grey warrior directly with a stable gaze. He had expected him to already be staring back, though instead the speckled tom was looking towards the direction the pale she-cat had taken as she walked off, a disdainful expression crossing his features. Maybe I'm not the only one not making sense out of Heatherpaw after all, the apprentice thought at last, yet he wasn't certain that even mattered anyway. He watched with sudden interest as Pigeonflight looked ready to say something, but seemed to swallow the words back the next heartbeat. Coward. Last but most certainly not least, the hooded male decided to cast an eye on the sour face of the silvery she-cat who was still seated casually, flanking her sibling. She had obviously bitten back any kind of reply she had in mind for him, and Ratpaw was not sure whether that was a good or a bad thing. He generally felt more comfortable knowing others' honest opinions about him so he could think accordingly about them, but then again, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. He looked into the she-cat's innocent-looking honey gold eyes, and for a moment wished her personality would be equally drenched in honey. Instead, it seemed to him as though her own mother might have cut her tail off upon birth on purpose, making her the grumpy, bold cat that she is. Solely picturing that creature with good manners made the partially-tanned tom laugh. And hedgehogs will fly. A startling thud of a forepaw awoke him from his business judging the light grey lass, and he gazed up at her in confusion. She was tall on her paws, her jaws parting to call out something. "Wait!"  Wait who?, Ratpaw thought, helplessly first. Could that fox-hearted thing be referring to Heatherpaw? The tom might have been slightly angered by his friend; he had been expecting a reaction, but such a decision he hadn't been awaiting. Still, he couldn't stand watching that pathetic piece of crowfood talk to his  friend so simply. You think you're so popular and liked- learn that you're not!  He shrank back as a faint smile crossed her muzzle, the fur along his spine bristling again. What she she doing? "You don't have to leave. You don't have to apologize. No one is expecting you to choose sides."  Ratpaw wasn't sure whether he should be angered or relieved by the she-cat's statement. He was mildly disgusted by her nerve; insulting two apprentices, out of which one had not done a single thing to her, on the same day? On the same hour?  He huffed after another roll of his eyes, although he was secretly grateful somebody was at last calling Heatherpaw back. It was supposedly Pigeonflight's  job to not only call her back but also take control of the situation and shut his sister's acid-filled mouth, but that far, the young grey apprentice seemed to be the only one keeping all of them apart instead of on top of each other, clawing one another's eyes out. The hooded tomcat glanced back, spotting Heatherpaw's lean grey frame having covered a fair distance, but having skidded to a halt. Out of the blue, Ratpaw rose to his paws in his turn, spinning around to face his denmate and leaving the two siblings to their own business. "That is how you defend your friends?" he found himself yowling, his ears flat against his head. His tail lashed behind him, giving away his built-up anger. "Boy I should thank StarClan for these splendid friends  of mine!" OOC: ooooo ratty becomes edgy! \m/ WORDS: 1267 ⋆ TAGS: »Neoɴ, Amethyst, ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ ⋆ MUSE: 96%