{Shika}{Frostpaw}Coming to Play{Firepaw?}

[Pie]

Within moments somethings snapped in Shika. Her body seemed less relaxed, her gaze holding no ounce of affection. Empty and void, it was how it normally was when dealing with some other cat. Her blue eyes became shards of ice and void pits.

Suddenly she was Rogue.

"You take my words of "dear" and "little" as things of degrading nature. If you were to call me "elder" all the time I would find it in the wrong. I am not old enough to obtain the status of Elder. I don't take affection lightly, Frostpaw."

Her tail tip went back to shaking back and forth in an angered matter. "First lesson, keep your words to a point. State exactly what you want. Bluntness, yes I can keep to that." However, she would keep her ideas to herself unless she felt the need to share with the FogClan apprentice.

"Your take on that is fairly advanced. I am, once again, intrigued by you." The she-cat's view on those with their beliefs was something she would have said.

As the she-cat yawned Shika struck out an un-clawed paw to Frostpaw's head. Coming to her paws the Rogue trotted around the apprentice not looking to see if her paw had made contact.

"It'd be best if you pay attention to all of your surroundings. If you wish to beat Rowanheart and whoever else comes at you, you need to be ready. If you wish it, I can train you like a cat with mind. I won't degrade you and I will not treat you like an idiotic Follower who runs around with their tail between their legs like a mangy cur." Still standing, Shika's tail lashed while her eyes narrowed.

Then, a twisted laugh errupted from her vocals. Filling the small clearing the dark tabby sighed. "Frostpaw, I wish no harm to an idiot who has done nothing to me. I may be dark, but I don't waste the energy on harming those that won't give me anything in return. If you give me the tiny bit of information about him I would like, I promise you he wont be harmed. Nor will you. I will train you to the best of my abilities. I also promise the safety of your friend, Finchpaw."

Her tone had equally gone void of emotion. The only thing left was promise. It wasn't a drawing promise either. Not something that was meant to lure the weak, but something that was actually pure and honest. Even if evil, Shika knew when to keep honesty close. This special little cat would see right through mouse-dung anyway.

[Rolo]

Frostpaw did not know why, but she didn't like this cat. She wasn't fastinated by her, nor was she in any mood to take this conversation any further. She couldn't quite understand what had made her so numb to this cat altogether... why her interest had completely dried up. Perhaps it was to do with the she-cat's lack of humor, or the tone of coldness in her voice. Yes, Frostpaw was like her in some respects, but unlike her this cat didn't seem to have any element of fun to her. Frostpaw had a sense of humor, she knew how to joke and how to mock in jest... this cat seemed to have a bitter slant to everything.

In the end, Frostpaw felt the conversation was bereft of any element that might make her enjoy it. There was no warmth, no interest and she found the striped cat utterly dull. She could not help but feel her respect for the cat begin to fade. She had believed that the cat was like her, but this really was all her negativity and joylessness without any of her assets. That and this she-cat seemed to want to drive in every point, like claws into her skull.

That and this cat seemed to think she wanted or needed help. She didn't want it or need it. She was messing up Rowanheart in her own way. This cat sounded as if she was a tiny apprentice, with no skills of her own. She knew she was just breaking into adulthood, but if it wasn't for her idiotic mentor, she'd be a warrior by now.

"Stop speaking Fox-dung." She said bluntly, finally moving from her seating position and turning to look up at the trees. This statement summed up her entire feelings about this she-cat.

"I do not seek affection and it doesn't have much effect upon me." She said plainly. "I am not affectionate, I am respectful of those I deem worthy of it."

She looked back at the she-cat, a smile upon her face. "You act as if I do not know what I am doing, as if I am unskilled at what I do. Whatever 'training' you wish to give me, whether it be physical or mental, I do not need it. Thanks for your offer, but I am quite alright on my own."

Frostpaw paused for a moment, pondering what to say next.

"I may not seem like it, but I am always ready. I have my plans and my ways, they differ from yours. I will defeat anything that comes at me in time, I have a purpose."

She softened slightly, her resolve firm but her coldness falling away slightly. This cat had been respectful to her... and even though she did not find her likable, she couldn't help feeling some respect. The She-cat was a hard cat and had shown some affection. Her face gained a little more warmth and her tone a slightly less harsh.

"I hope you, being of a similar manner to me, can respect that I do things my way only. I am not one who takes instruction or needs it. I need no training in following my own path."

She let her smile drop, knowing the emotions behind it weren't all pure. If this cat would allow it, she would slip away now. It felt almost... wrong to be so negative towards this cat. She would rather leave this one to their own devices, it seemed they were miserable enough already.