Bad mood

[Rolo]

((This is for Fawnpaw and Crow's cat ;P))

Frostpaw growled as she watched Owlstar turn away from her, upon bluntly telling her that she would not consider making her a warrior. Her brow furrowed in anger and venom built up in her mouth as she resisted the urge to say anything back. She hated seeing such... such... blindness and idiocy. How could a cat be so deaf?

She jerked away, turning her back on the leader in one sharp move, wandering away from the leader den and down into the main camp.

She knew what she'd do. She'd just refuse to do anything the rest of the day. And the next day. If Owlstar wouldn't make her a warrior, she would make herself one. Who needed a warrior name anyway? All that mattered was respect anyway. If it was hopeless trying to hunt and fight for that respect, she'd have to gain it through her personality and views alone. If they hated her, so be it. She would no longer try for them.

Frostpaw seated herself on the flaw, her movements robotic. She glared into the air for a brief moment before beginning to preen herself. She closed her eyes, letting the relaxation of the repetitive actions calm her.

She just hoped she'd be let alone for a while. If she was disturbed now, whomever interrupted her thoughts was likely to get an earful.

[meeperz]

It was still an unfamiliar place, FogClan. With all the cats, who already knew each other. With the feeling that you knew this was home, and you weren't going to move--unless somehow, someone managed to kick you out.
She was happy with the title they gave her--Fawnpaw, which meant she was an apprentice. Eventually, she'd be able to get a warrior name, and she'd be a full member of FogClan. Her paws tingled slightly as she thought of that fact--her, once a street-cat, then a kitty pet, then a rogue--and finally, a Clan cat. Out of all of those, she felt like she best fit the Clan cat. This was going to be her permanent home.

In the warming late new-leaf weather, the sun was high in the sky. It warmed her pelt, and she looked around camp.
As quiet as she was, she needed to get to know the territory. She needed to get to know the cats if she wanted to be able to call this place "home."
And as much as she hated instigating a conversation, she knew she had to find someone who wasn't busy and who looked like they wouldn't mind helping her out for the day. Maybe she could find someone...

The new apprentice, yet not the young 6-moon-aged apprentice, looked around camp. Her eyes settled on a light gray, long-haired she-cat--who looked relaxed, and wasn't really doing anything.
It took all of Fawnpaw's courage to walk up to the cat.
"Hello," she said in a quiet voice. "I'm Fawnpaw. I'm...new to the Clan...and I'm not sure what exactly I should be doing." She tried to look friendly, but the fear was apparent in her eyes. She wasn't scared of the cat.
She was scared of interacting.

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[Crowzerplorodon]

Padding back into camp after his "hunting" session with Russetfang (he barely thought of it as hunting, more like trying to avoid the she-cat who barged in on his time), Blackpaw wanted nothing more than to sleep. He was grumpy now, his good mood worn away by the friendly mask he put up around Gingernose. That she-cat was just so irritating!

His dark fur was raised in some placed, his tail bushy in anger as he muttered to himself about how pointless she-cats were. Not all she-cats, he corrected himself. But most she-cats. His leader, Owlstar, was a wonderful leader and she was indeed a female. Blackpaw couldn't help but admire the black and white leader, Owlstar was just so great for his clan.

Speaking of she-cats, Blackpaw couldn't help but notice the increasingly familiar site of Frostpaw, another apprentice. The gray she-cat seemed calm from his perspective, but something irked Blackpaw about it. It was like an... an aura of anger, seething anger and annoyance pouring off of her. He snorted at the though, when wasn't the she-cat angry and annoyed?

Approaching the she-cat was one of the newest additions to FogClan, another apprentice who Blackpaw recognized as Fawnpaw. The pretty she-cat was heading toward Frostpaw with no idea of the mood that the snappy apprentice seemed to be in. Blackpaw hesitated continuing toward the apprentice den. It would seem that Fawnpaw would need some... back up. Yes, back up. A glint hit his green eyes as he padded over to the two she-cats, just in time to hear Fawnpaw's words.

"Hey gals," he said, shaking off his bad mood and putting up his mask again. "How goes?"

[Rolo]

Frostpaw's eyes flicked open as the apprentice spoke, masking her emotions carefully as usual. She would not have gotten where she was today if she could not manipulate her face, eyes and voice as well as she could. However, she couldn't help but growl with annoyance as she spotted the naive and shy Fawnpaw. Something about her innocence and darn right cluelessness irked her immensely, and she found words falling out of her mouth before she had the chance to think.

"What should you be doing?" She mumbled quickly, as if exasperated, "You should be running as far away from the clan as possible, before it's too late."

She knew she was blunt. She knew she was cruel. She knew she was being completely irrational to the poor cat, but she wasn't bothered. The statement embodied her feelings at that moment.

As Blackpaw approached, she couldn't help but feel annoyed further. Why was she attracting so much attention? Out of all the cats in the clearing, they had chosen the least willing to talk to them. However, she masked her feelings well as she took to preening herself.

"I'm quite fine, thankyou." She said coldly. Her eyes were closed as she ran her tongue over her long white-grey fur. This statement was the only acknowledgement she allowed Blackpaw. She wasn't too fond of the black cat.

[meeperz]

Fawnpaw's light brown ears flicked down at the she-cat's harsh words. "Before it's too late?" She echoed, looking down, then back up at the two apprentices. She did not know the name of the tom, or anything about him. She didn't know anything at all, yet. And this is what she got for speaking out: getting scolded. "What's going to happen if I don't leave the Clan...? I think I can make this a good home," she tried to make her voice sound firm, but she wasn't used to that. It only sounded slightly scratchy, because she was trying to make it louder than before.

She glanced at the tom. "It was going pretty good," she muttered, and her shoulders slumped. She had had such a good feeling about this place...and now, it was going to shatter? Was she going to have to go back to the way she was before--a rogue? But now... would she even be a rogue? She didn't have a group to go back to. Would she be Fawn, the loner? Or did she keep the -paw suffix? She didn't think so...

Wanting a good answer, she sat down, and wrapped her tail around her front paws. She hoped this would make it apparent that she wasn't just messing around--if sitting down could do that... In Fawnpaw's mind, it was making it a bit more permanent. She intended to stay with her new found home, FogClan. And she wasn't sure what this apprentice meant. But if this was how the rest of her life here was going to be... was she always going to be confused? She mentally shook her head, and perked her ears back up, waiting for an answer.