[ open ] solo hunts and cat killers

[[ hardyrex ]]

ooc; Pyro, I have to recommend for you to use the Spell Check. You posted wanted as want4ed. >.>

"You aren't upset? Are you sure? I mean I could make it up to some how, I don't know how exactly, but I suppose you could tell me and-"

Beaverstripe shook his head. He wasn't even sure he should reply to Otterclaw's babbling, because the tom probably forget he had even said something to him. Please, something fly out of the sky and hit Otterclaw on the head and knock him out. Please? His green eyes watched the sky for a moment, but no objects flew out of the sky to hit the babbling cat.

Mouse dung.

“I was right!”

Silverflower's meow of rightness brought Beaverstripe back into reality, just in time to hear Brightnose's question. Emotions being the product of events or existing independently...? He blinked. Where in the word had that question came from? Most of his emotions had been caused by events: anger at the mouse, happiness at being left alone. But love was just sort of there.

Beaverstripe sat down on his hind legs, curling his tail over his paws. "I'd say it depended on the emotion. Anger and joy can be caused by events, but love exists independently. A tom bringing you some fresh-kill doesn't make you head over tail for him, does it, Silverflower?"

[Crowzerplorodon]

“Hello Brightnose,” she responded cheerfully, taking a seat by the tri-colored medicine cat. It was a little surprising to her that so many cats had gathered in this one location! Otterclaw, Brightnose, Beaverstripe – such an odd bunch too! Pardon her if she was wrong, but those cats never spent any time together back in camp. Did the plan this out or something? Maybe a secret guild inside FogClan? Silverflower giggled at the thought. Something like that would have to be confirmed with Mistpelt or Owlstar most likely. Besides, what could these cats have in common that would spur on a secret society within FogClan? Silverflower couldn't think of any. At least, none that were a stretch.

“Of course not, Beaverstripe! That would be so silly,” the she-cat mewed in response to Beaverstripe's question. Even if it was nice when toms did things like that, Silverflower couldn't imagine falling in love with one because he brought her a mouse. It would just be a nice thing to do. “But I think emotions are like flowers.” Believe it or not, Silverflower had pondered over such a question many times herself. “They only bloom under certain conditions, and each emotion, like each flower, has its own conditions. They all vary.”

She nodded slowly, as if agreeing with her own answer. Emotions really were like flowers. Just how right now she was happy, because a simple lone hunting mission had resulted in her bumping into some clan mates and having a friendly conversation.

[Cloud of Diamonds]

Brightnose flicked her tail amicably when Silverflower sat net to her. How nice. She then proceeded to mull over each answer in her mind. Silverflower's was possibly the most intriguing-it almost sounded like the she-cat had planned the answer ahead of time. But that would be silly.

Beaverstripe's was reasonable enough - it was true, kits automatically loved their parents - well, at least when they're first born, she thought darkly. My parents couldn't even have been bothered to answer a few questions, stupid Aroara and Bisk. But one cat's romantic love for another...she thought perhaps the beginnings of it existed independently, but surely it was spurred on by events. Who knew. She didn't really care about that. But mere affection, perhaps, could exist independently. Like hers for Finchpaw..she squirmed at the thought. I don't have any, I don't have any, she growled at herself. But she did. However, most of her was unwilling to admit it.

Otterclaw's was almost comical. Hadn't he thought at all before answering? Scents, how silly. One didn't smell happiness or sorrow or anger. Caused by scents, perhaps? Well, all things did have a smell. Hmmm...

Perhaps she should be moving on now. But, the calico decided she would remain for just a little longer, otherwise it would seem she'd only stayed to ask them a question.

"I thank you all for your answers, they are most interesting."

[Pyro]

Otterclaw smiled. "Glad to help!"

Any other cat would have left it at that and gone hunting again, as was their responsibility. But not Otterclaw, oh no...He would ensnare them all with his words and keep them here forever! Or at least, that was probably what most cats got to thinking after entering a conversation with him. Maybe he was like that because no one had ever thought of just telling him to shut it? 'Suffer in silence and it would all be over soon' looked to be the path most who didn't like talking with him took. Or maybe they never told him because he was just so...innocent.

But in any case, as long as he had something to talk about, he would. And right now, he had another question. "So Brightnose, what's got you thinking about emotions? I mean, have you just been thinking about them just to answer a question, or what?"

For a second he almost thought Brightnose wanted to leave...But she had stayed. He couldn't just ignore her...And she had asked a rather odd question. Cats didn't just walk up to you and open up the subject of emotions for kicks, right? Well, maybe they did. This was Brightnose, the clan 'philosopher'.

[[ hardyrex ]]

"I thank you all for your answers, they are most interesting."

Beaverstripe replied with a simple 'mhmm' before plopping his tabby tail down and scratching behind his left ear, hoping to stop a annoying buzzy little bug from tickling it. He wondered why he was still here talking to these cats. After all, he didn't like conversations with anyone ( other than his family and Bonnie, but they... weren't here. ), yet here he was, talking about emotions. And one of them was with a cat he didn't even like.

The tom rose to his paws, quickly trying to think of an excuse to leave. The silence meant that the conversation was over, so why sit here in awkwardness? Right when he opened his muzzle to meow a good bye, Otterclaw fired a question about Brightnose's question. He couldn't just leave now. Beaverstripe might be a murderer to some, but at least he had manners. Sitting back down, he curled his tail over his front paws and sighed.

It was going to be a long day.