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Post by the.Scream on Feb 19, 2011 20:54:30 GMT -5
Smokepaw perked her ears. The apprentice did know who the other she-cat was, Dovepaw, but didn't know any history or about the cat. The she-cat, though have been to gatherings, and paid attention to, didn't learn anything about the FogClan white cat. It began to confuse her when others had avoided FogClanners, because of their unusual manner or something. Smokepaw felt the Clan's presence confusing; unraveling even.
The apprentice peered down the oak, her muzzle down. A bit shy at meeting her first FogClan cat, Smokepaw took a nervous bite out of her and Quailpaw's mouse. But still curious, she couldn't help but leap down to the branch below her, her tail tip giving a small flick of greeting, both actions after Quailpaw's friendly name-asking. Sure, she knew Dovepaw's name, but the apprentice wanted Quailpaw to learn it herself, since she was surprised at being talked to, Smokepaw figured she was more of the cats who waited for a conversation strike rather than making one, though the she-cat didn't judge Quailpaw because they just met.
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Post by Nightfall on Feb 19, 2011 21:04:27 GMT -5
Cindertail hated gatherings.
It wasn't the clans that were the problem. Nor the fights. It was the large amount of cats nestled into one tiny area. And since he didn't have a voice, he couldn't quietly excuse himself or apologize to any cats he bumped into, leaving a trail of offended and annoyed cats in his wake.
I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... He continued this mantra in his head, hoping that somehow at least one cat would get the message that he couldn't apologize outwardly.
Rhea, unfortunately, had decided with an affronted air that she wasn't coming after Rabbitstep had offended her once again with his moaning about StarClan and such. Cindertail wondered when he'd learn.
In his musings, Cindertail hadn't realized that he had escaped the crowds and had walked straight into a cat. An overpowering aroma of FogClan filled his nose as he looked up at the small white she - cat at his feet.
Oh. Great...
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Post by glowlynose on Feb 19, 2011 21:32:58 GMT -5
Ugh, why had Dovepaw not noticed the scent of MeadowClan before she'd chosen her spot? Now that the little she-cat above her had spoken, the scent of her rivals assaulted her nostrils and caused them to flare a little. Looking up into the tree, she saw the huddled forms of two apprentices sharing a mouse. She recognized one, but not the other. Was she a new MeadowClanner, perhaps an ex-kittypet like herself? How interesting.
"Dovepaw," she said simply, still a bit surprised at having been addressed. She wondered absentmindedly whether this new she-cat knew Willowpaw. Maybe she would, and she could tell her how he'd been. That would put her mind at ease. Now that her initial annoyance had subsided, she was intrigued. Perhaps her bad mood had just been from the shock of somebody actually choosing to associate with her. Maybe she could actually talk to these two. They didn't seem to be put off by the fact that she was a FogClanner.
"How about you two? What are your names?" It was a customary reply and would do for now. One couldn't be too cautious when meeting someone new, after all. Her parents would have been proud of her for that response. Little Marshmallow, always doing the polite thing exactly like we've taught you. You're such a good child. You make us proud.
And then some blundering warrior knocked into her side and she nearly lost her balance. The poor soul looked frightened, for some reason, which tickled Dovepaw's funny bone. A full-fledged warrior, scared of her just because she was in FogClan? Nobody should be scared of her. She wasn't nearly important or strong enough to be a threat to anybody. For a moment she considered snapping at the tom, but in the end she decided against it. Not only would it be rude, it would just prove that she was like them, her clanmates who lost their tempers when an "infidel" dared to accidentally let their tail lay on the ground pointing toward them. She was not like them. She wouldn't let herself be.
"Well hello there. Name's Dovepaw, in case you didn't already hear. You want to sit here with us? You can if you want. I won't mind. We can talk, too, if you want. You look kinda lonely." She smiled warmly at the warrior tom, hoping that he would stay.
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Post by Ember on Feb 20, 2011 0:11:41 GMT -5
Quailpaw
("How about you two? What are your names?") Quailpaw purred, "I'm Quailpaw." She bunched up her nose and inhaled the she cat's scent. "You're FogClan right? I recognize the scent. I don't know why everyone is so afraid of them. I mean, you don't seem that scary." Quailpaw cocked her head. She was surprised at this conversation. She usually wasn't brave enough to strike up a conversation, ever. She guessed that sometimes curiosity can lead a cat do things they normally wouldn't.
She noticed a new scent and looked at the cat that had stumbled into Dovepaw. He seemed scared, why was everyone so afraid of FogClan? I mean they're just cats, right? ("Well hello there. Name's Dovepaw, in case you didn't already hear. You want to sit here with us? You can if you want. I won't mind. We can talk, too, if you want. You look kinda lonely.") Quailpaw straightened herself out. "Yeah, you are welcome to stay. Three's a crowd, but four's company." She squinted her eyes at how dumb that sounded.
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Post by the.Scream on Feb 20, 2011 13:30:51 GMT -5
Smokepaw couldn't help but be a little nervous, so she stayed up on the tree until he spoke. It was strange to already have four cats talked to in one night, which she wasn't used to. With a small flick of her tail, she joked in her thoughts, you must hate crowds. I know I can't sit still for a life supply of mice. With that, the apprentice gave a stretch.
Smokepaw cleared her head, waiting for him to introduce himself. The apprentice still sort of wanted to be a bit angry at him for just shoving his weight around, but not in front of Dovepaw, when she was acting all friendly about it like it was nothing. Maybe she and Quailpaw didn't notice Cindertail's rough walking.
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Post by Nightfall on Feb 21, 2011 0:29:50 GMT -5
"Well hello there. Name's Dovepaw, in case you didn't already hear. You want to sit here with us? You can if you want. I won't mind. We can talk, too, if you want. You look kinda lonely."
"Yeah, you are welcome to stay. Three's a crowd, but four's company."
Cindertail shifted nervously. Now, more than ever, he cursed Rabbitstep's stupidity and wished that his foster mother was here. He couldn't answer back, couldn't thank them, couldn't tell them his name... Maybe he should go find Rabbitstep, get him to do the deed and tell them that Cindertail was mute.
Yet something kept him rooted to the spot he was sitting. He silently scratched at the ground with a claw, keeping his head low. This was the only thing Rhea had neve been able to teach him. How to communicate that he was mute. It was nigh impossible to do, and cats usually figured it out on their own or Cindertail had Rhea do it for him, just as she did when they first joined MeadowClan.
But now, with Rhea resting safely back in her den in MeadowClan camp, what was Cindertail to do?
So he remained still and silent, hoping to StarClan that these apprentices weren't too thick.
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Post by Pyro on Feb 21, 2011 10:10:13 GMT -5
There was something about being the first clan to arrive that instilled pride in Aspenheart. Nothing like being able to watch the other clans who had doubted, and still doubted, PineClan's ability to survive, arrive second, third and last to their own silly StarClan-influenced meeting.
A meeting which never failed to get him thinking. What was was the point of it? It was a few nights of piece among hundreds of nights of war. It didn't help the clans to get along any better, and the whole thing always managed to turn into a subdued bragging fest as each leader assured the others that they were doing fine and attacking wouldn't be in the others' good interest. New kits were hailed as excellent fighters,n ready to shred any invaders, apprentices were encouraged to observe their enemies, and warriors, used to the whole ordeal tried to talk without giving away to bloody much.
His pale green eyes scanned the clearing as the gathering clans began to settle. What would happen when those apprentices who made 'friends' at the gathering were forced to fight against those they had thought comrades? The deputy gave his head an irritable shake.
"I am too paranoid."
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Post by the.Scream on Feb 21, 2011 16:18:09 GMT -5
OOC: Smokepaw and Quailpaw are both in MeadowClan, along with Cindertail. Since they just started apprentices ship(Smokepaw did- she's 8 moons- because she just arrived at 7 moons to MeadowClan), let's act like they really don't know that Cindertail's mute, due to their apprenticeship age and no one has told them yet.
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Post by glowlynose on Feb 21, 2011 17:12:51 GMT -5
Dovepaw could already tell it was going to be a test of her patience to be talking to these two- Quailpaw especially. She was so maddeningly talkative. It wouldn't have bothered her so much if it was her sister or Willowpaw or Smokefur, but Quailpaw was a stranger, one who she had no real reason to be nice to if she became too bothersome. The only reason she hadn't snapped yet was because she knew that the only reason she was annoyed was because nobody ever talked to her unless they needed to. She couldn't go all FLAILSPAZATTACK on some poor apprentice from another clan simply because she was unused to social interaction. And besides, it felt nice to be noticed for once, and for something other than her breaking the rules. Again.
"Well, I'm very glad to meet you, Quailpaw." And then innocent little Quailpaw proceeded to tell her that she didn't find FogClan cats to be scary. Oh, she'd obviously never heard the stories. Nobody had told her about Mistpelt's seizure of leadership. Nobody had told her about the confessions, the purgings. She was so blissfully ignorant, and Dovepaw would have felt horrible for shattering her bubble. She just laughed, albeit bitterly, and smiled sadly up at Quailpaw and Smokepaw.
"Quailpaw, my advice to you would be to go home and ask a warrior from your clan about... FogClan. I won't say they're my clan because I just live there- I don't believe a tick in what they're doing. In fact, they disgust me. I'll just say that you're lucky you ran across me instead of Volepelt or Rowanheart or Tawnywhisker. Somebody on the Council." Then she shook her head and looked down. If only she could say something. Maybe if she was strong enough to talk she could get the other clans involved before anything truly horrific happened.
The grey tom was still standing there awkwardly, shifting on his paws. Why wasn't he talking? She thought she had been polite enough. Perhaps he was just being shy? Or... no, it couldn't be. He couldn't be like the little cat who had lived next door. She hadn't been able to speak a single word, no matter how much she might have wanted to. He was acting very similarly to her though, all sheepish like he wanted to explain but couldn't and was embarrassed. Oh, the poor soul. She smiled at him, motioning with her tail for him to sit, hoping that he knew she understood. Oh, how she hoped he wouldn't be offended.
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Post by the.Scream on Feb 21, 2011 17:27:52 GMT -5
Smokepaw lifted her muzzle from her resting position on the tree. What was Dovepaw talking about? A 'Council'? Something told the tall she-cat that there was a lot more to FogClan that met the eye. Did they have some type of secret coding? Were they runned differently than the other Clans? Confusion blazed through her mind. Frustrated, she looked down at Quailpaw, who was on the ground with the others, searching for any signs.
The she-cat had probably known the Clans for the rest of her life. Smokepaw groaned. If she didn't know the answer, how was sheto find out ? The new life that Cedarstar had introduced to her was overall complicating, as if there were plenty to learn, with too complexed possibilites. Head spinning, the apprentice turned her attention to the quiet cat, thoughtful. If he wasn't deaf then...? She didn't know the word or the possibility of not being able to speak. Was that even a real disability?
Smokepaw flicked her tail, ridding herself of her frustration. She was getting angry and that wasn't useful if she were to make new friends. The she-cat tried to remember the last time she fooled someone with her pranks.... Ah, that did the trick
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