{&&}It Feels Like Forever

[Slug]

"I was thinking about going for a hunt before it got too hot for my pelt to handle."

Crowclaw turned his attention from Swanfoot to Nightpelt, his creepy snake-yellow eyes studying her. Like a predator, he gazed coolly at her, perfectly composed. Standing straighter, he didn't bat an eye when he asked "When and where, she-cat?". You'd expect him to be more polite than that, but Crowclaw was suddenly not in the mood for being honey-sweet any longer. It disgusted the tom more than anything; nice is a word that does not compute with Crowclaw. He was now turning into the bitter, sharp-tongued, sarcastic, tom he truly was...

Joygasm.

"If anyone wants to join me, feel free to come."

Crowclaw was about as free as a naked citizen running four-sheets to the wind down a highway. Yikes. He gave Nightpelt a fanged smile, lips twitching back slightly in the beginnins of a snarl. "I'd love to come with you, Nightpelt. Hunting sounds just about leisurable right now." Then his whiskers quivered, and he gave the she-cat a strange look-- not exactly a "sorry", but it seemed close enough. Was he apologising to Nightpelt, or was he just trying to decieve her?

His look seemed genuine enough...

Right?
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ooc: I couldn't decide if I wanted Crowclaw to be rude towards the end, or apologise like he did in his other post, so I did both. Now I can't figure out if he's really been genuine or playing y'all. XD I think he has personality issues. O3O;

[gingersnaps]

She felt horrible for getting impatient, but Dovepaw was indeed starting to fidget.

I have to wait for Spottedfoot... I have to wait for Spottedfoot... It would be impolite to fetch my mentor; he has to come fetch me... the young light grey tabby thought, one hind paw bouncing in spite of her as she lay semi-patiently in her nest.

I have to wait for Spottedfoot to come and get me... I have to wait for Spottedfoot...

Dovepaw began grooming herself simply for something to do. As she tried washing her back she wondered if Spottedfoot, scatterbrained and constantly on the move, had forgotten her.

No! How could I think that? That was so mean, to think poorly of my mentor. I should be lucky to have one at all. What if nobody wanted to mentor me because everyone thought I was too fragile? No, I apologize, StarClan, for thinking ill of Spottedfoot. Forgive me...

She continued to lick herself spotless until finally she couldn't take it anymore. After a few more heartbeats of contemplating, she stood, uneasy though she was at her own daring, and crept out of the den.

{moving to a different thread}

[striped]

Ooc;; Crowclaw is a hard one to understand, yes he is x3

Nightpelt's hues flicked to Crowclaw as the tom spoke. She didn't really pay attention to the way he was acting, she was paying attention on what he was saying. "When and where, she-cat?" he had asked. As she was about to open her mouth to answer the question, her whiskers twitched in amusement. That was rude, but she didn't really mind. Normally she would mind, but it's not like he had woken her up and been rude to her right away, so what was the point to get angry? It was only morning, she didn't want to stay angry all day.

"Well," she began, but was interrupted. "I'd love to come with you, Nightpelt. Hunting sounds just about leisurable right now.". She tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out this toms expression. Narrowing her eyes, she smirked. "An answer to your first question," she began, eyeing the tom with a slightly confused and slightly interested and curious expression, "When? Whenever you want. Any time before sun-high would be excellent for me, but whenever you would like to hunt, I'm fine with it. Where?" She asked with a smile. "Like I said, you choose. I don't mind," she meowed, putting on a straight face.

She didn't want to upset the tom. She didn't mind upsetting others, but that was only when she was upset as well. The other thing? She didn't care when she went hunting, or where she went hunting. She just wanted to hunt. For the Clan. To make the Clan happy. She stood onto all four paws and glanced around the camp, her green eyes alight. She was wide awake now and her pelt shone in the little sunlight that made its may through the shadows. "Would anyone else care to come?" she asked. She didn't want to act smug, because it would seem wrong to act that way just to ask if anyone else wanted to join a hunting patrol.

Was he joking? He would come, right? She thought about his expression. Was he trying to say he was sorry for the rude words that she had really just blown past her? Hmm. Crowclaw was a tough cat to figure out, he really was. She sighed, looking at her paws, allowing the heat to sink into her dark colored pelt. She looked up to the sky and began to think about the weather absentmindedly, remembering how it was just new-leaf, and now it was green-leaf. Oh, how the seasons changed so quickly. She wished it was new-leaf all year round. She hated the snow, and she wanted the warmth. She didn't like the heat of green-leaf though.

Ah, how she hated her mind and how it drifted so easily.

[meg]

Snowfang glanced up, mildly interested in the prospect of a hunt. Yet just then she felt a bitterly cold breeze, and the white she cat ruffled her pelt slightly in a futile attempt to block out the persistent morning cold. Her whiskers twitched and her nose wrinkled distastefully as the thought of doing something that involved actually moving appeared in her mind.

The thought of a hunt still lingering much to Snowfang's displeasure, she stretched out once more and at loss for something to say, meowed plainly, "Very quiet in camp at the moment."

[Poizuun]

Swanfoot had become distracted as more cats approached, watching leaves flutter in a light wind, or a small beetle scuttle past her paws. As Nightpelt mentioned going for a hunt, she looked up with her round, pale eyes and her stare locked on Nightpelt and Crowclaw as they talked more about the hunt. "If no one's opposed, I could get out of camp for a while. I'm starting to go stir-crazy." Swanfoot got to her feet slowly, stretching every muscle possible until she dropped her front half and stretched her front legs out as far as they would go, claws digging into the soil. Her tail twirled and flicked as she then stretched forward, pulling at the muscles in her hind legs. There was a small pop and she stood up, ruffling her fur and shaking her head.

Finally, she stood up and watched them, awaiting their answer. Three was a good number to have on a patrol or hunting party. Actually, anything more than two was enough for her. No, no, she wouldn't begin thinking about that again. If she had another panic attack in front of everyone, they may think that she was crazy or something. Well, there were already moments where she acted completely possessed, but... She didn't know exactly, but at least this type of endless thinking kept her mind away from her past.

[Slug]

"Well," Nightpelt had began, "When? Whenever you want. Any time before sun-high would be excellent for me, but whenever you would like to hunt, I'm fine with it. Where?" She paused. "Like I said, you chose. I don't mind,"

Without missing a beat, Crowclaw answered. "Right now. By the river." He said, shoulders square. "If no one's opposed, I could get out of camp for a while. I'm starting to go stir-crazy." Swanfoot suddenly said, turning Crowclaw's attention to her. He promptly smiled, a sweet, warm smile. "You could come with us, Swanfoot. I wouldn't mind your company." He held his head higher.

"In fact, I would be pleased if you joined me and Nightpelt, Swanfoot. The more the merrier, as they say." He stated, licking down his chest fur. "Well, Swanfoot... what will it be? Stay in camp, bored with nothing to do, or come hunt with us and stretch your legs, catch a few mice? Get out of camp?" He said, eyes twinkling with mischief. "The latter sounds more enjoyable, don't you think?"
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ooc: I tried to get Crowclaw to sound persuading, but I don't think it worked. XD;