[ i'm a poor sport ] OPEN

[Slug]

Life is a game and God is playing it. We're just board pieces, my friend!

This morning had been bad for Crowclaw. No, bad was an understatement. It was beyond bad. He had done something so incredibly horrible that there just wasn't any way to describe the whole load of foxdung that was his life.

He had messed up a hunt. In front of an enemy patrol. Outnumbered, he went home humiliated and with his tail between his legs. Their laughter still rung in his ears, mocking and reminding him of his, ah, mishap near the border.

So, yeah. He was kind of cranky today.

And in need of comfort food.

Without another thought, the black tom stalked toward the fresh-kill pile, ears back and tail snapping behind him. Nobody would notice. Nobody was even up yet, and if they were, they weren't in camp as far as Crowclaw could tell. So, no harm, no foul, right?

Right.

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OOC: lolfail.

[Crowzerplorodon]

It was really freaking early in the morning and Shrewpaw loved it.

Actually, he hated it.

So maybe it was more of a love/hate thing. He didn't really care.

All he cared about was how, seated atop this mound a few paces away from camp, he felt like he was on top of the world. With the early morning breeze blowing through his thick, golden brown fur (Leaf-Fall was here, but he could already feel the unfriendly nip of Leaf-Bare and he didn't eve know what Leaf-Bare felt like) and made it just a little messy. But he liked it. Made him look wild, even if one of the other apprentices would demand to smooth it out. Shrewpaw would try to reject them but, on the basis of looking like the presentable apprentice of a leader, he would give in.

His head turned slowly as he caught movement in the camp, watching the strong, black tom slink over to the fresh-kill pile. Suspicious. Didn't he go out to hunt? From the wind Shrewpaw could smell the scent of prey. He could also smell another scent:

Failure.

Well, not really. But he knew that if a cat came back smelling like prey but not holding prey, then they had failed. A thin grin spread over his young maw, and the tom bounded down from his spot and over to Crowclaw by the freshkill pile. "You haven't caught stuff yet!" He proclaimed boldly, having enough sense to keep his voice down a few notches. His air of justice faded after a second, and he quickly reached down to grab one of the few pieces left, in this case a scrawny looking mouse. "But neither have I," he added with a mischievous, you scratch my back I scratch yours sort of wink, voice a little muffled from the mouse between his teeth.

[Slug]

The second he saw the scrap of hairball bounding toward him, Crowclaw knew he had been busted. His lips curled back, revealing yellowed fangs before his maw parted, an insult primped and ready on the tip of his tongue.

"You haven't caught stuff yet!"

A hiss escaped the black cat instead, startled by the boldness in Shrewpaw's statement for a tense moment. Then the annoyance returned ten-fold, raising his hackles and narrowing his yellow eyes in a poisonous glare. Crowclaw didn't think it was possible to hate something so much, but in those few seconds, he wished that his clanmate would jump off a very, very tall cliff.

Because when the little brat hit the bottom, Crowclaw wanted him to be nothing but mush.

"But neither have I," Shrewpaw said, and Crowclaw's day dream went pop before imaginary-Shrewpaw could fall onto sharp rocks galore.

For the love of-- Shrewpaw could make StarClan sin if he tried!

"Your deduction skills are to be envied, Shrewpaw" Crowclaw drawled, tone chock-full of sarcasm.

Note to self: find a cliff.

[the.Scream]

A tallish apprentice appeared after heared the snarl of a warrior. Blinking in the sunlight, Smokepaw realized prey and blood were mingled together, in a remedy for trouble. She flicked tail daringly. Who cared? It wasn't like MeadowClan was having an outburst of kits. But the eight-mooned cat knew leaf-bare was to be nearing soon. Smokepaw estimated it would be a moon or maybe shorter.

Not sure what to do, the apprentice just trotted over. Three cats were enough for one fresh-kill pile, so she didn't pick one morsel. Crowclaw would get in trouble, along with Shrewpaw, and she didn't want to be apart of it, but she didn't want to enforce the rule either. Smokepaw just didn't give a lick about rules. Not that she broke them, she was just a laid-back cat, but only until the second warning.

"Your deductions should be envied, Shrewpaw," the warrior's voice thick with sarcasim. Smokepaw flicked her ear in greeting, and just simply gave her pelt some grooming, then muttered, loud enough for both to hear, "I won't tell. But don't blame it on me when Cedarstar and Rabbitstep take you by your tails for the Clan." Her warning was respectful, for Crowclaw was a warrior, and filled with a bit with concern, but it was also a hint, surfaced with carelessness.

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OCC: Just made this cat and got the thumbs-up from Pryo. She's fresh out of the factory : ) Haven't roleplayed in a while. Mind if I join?

[the.Scream]

OCC: Er, could we start rping again? Sorry for not getting the thumbs-up, and not checking...