Post by Moony~! on Jan 10, 2009 11:38:22 GMT -8
Plip! Plop! Drip! Drop! Giliapaw eyed the center of the camp with narrowed steely eyes. This is, she guessed, what happens to medicine cats when there is a sickness absolutely positively impossible to cure. It might just pass, and the companions my just return. It was all very possible. Everything was possible at the moment. That, this was all a dream, that the companions are still here playing hide and seek, or that the clan might be wiped out. But right now… possibilities didn’t matter. As the rain fell before her, peacefully, quietly… normally, everything she’d gone through in the past few moons didn’t seem to have happened. She glanced from her overhang just outside the medicine cats’ den at Briarstream and Twistedsong, who seemed to be enjoying themselves jumping about the camp clearing into puddles like little kits.
She cast a longing glance at them. That she could join them, but somehow it seemed that it wasn’t her place to have fun. She felt as if she had to be the gloomy cloud that kept reality, well, reality. The one that brought the bad news that this little world they’re in is just a little piece of what’s going on. That there was still sadness, sickness, and many things to worry about. She wanted to join the rest of the warriors with their carefree joy, at least some of the time they managed to forget the sorrow and the fact that their companions were gone. She glanced upward at Phenixor who seemed to be calming down, if just a little bit. She smiled slightly at the small little red bird as he ruffled his feathers ever so slightly to get rid of at least some of the water that had been left behind gradually as it slid off of his oily body.
She flicked her ear as somehow a droplet of water managed to reach her. She didn’t hate the rain, nor did she like it. She bet that if she tried she could enjoy it as fully as Twistedsong and Brairstream were. Both were purring with pleasure, yet both were totally soaked. As usual, she refused to join them but just strained her ears to listen to the conversation. She didn’t gossip, but she loved to hear the latest news.
-x-
“You are absolutely the-“ Twistedsong cut off as Briarstream was sent into a fit of giggles. He narrowed one eye, and opened the other even wider than it’d been before, in confusion. Just what was so funny? He took a few steps forward lowering his belly so that the soft fur underneath him touched the muddy ground, he crawled forward slowly until his head was underneath her lowered one. He blinked slightly as he saw his friend’s eyes were half closed and water-filled. He was now on his back smiling oddly up at her his paws up in the air as she laughed down at him. His whiskers twitched at a droplet of water hit his nose, then another, and then another. He blinked slightly one ear flopping to the side in confusion. “Brairstream? What’s wrong?” His voice wavered suddenly with more emotion than before.
Briarstream continued to laugh, and her voice was weak and filled with giggles when she responded. “Y-you’re face.” Twistedsong quickly slid away, scrambling to his paws the same odd one-eyed confused look on his face. His head was dipped to the side and his fur puffed out like little spikes covered with mud. Am I really that ugly? Twistedsong thought to himself. He sent a hurt look at Briarstream, but she just laughed even harder. “Seriously Briarstream, what’s up?” Is Goldenpaw making fun of me again? He looked behind him expecting to see the she-cat making imitations of him again. Though, no. She wasn’t there. Actually, she was behind Briarstream this time. Chatting away with Quaintpaw who just stared blankly into nowhere, not caring to respond to anything the energetic young she-cat said to him.
Briarstream took a while to reply but eventually she choked out, “Y-you should s-see yourself! You h-have mud aaaaaall o-over your face!” Then she continued to laugh. Twistedsong looked at her with a bewildered look. What? He raised one eyebrow and glanced at Giliapaw who was also giggling. He narrowed his eyes and cast a call over to Giliapaw, “Do I really look that funny?” He knew that their laughter wasn’t meant to make him feel bad, but somehow he still felt slightly hurt. Giliapaw tried to get a straight face but she could only hold it long enough to nod quickly and turn around to continue laughing again. Even when she had a straight face the corner of her mouth twitched.
He glanced at Goldenpaw, who was biting her lip, for help. She flicked her tail toward a puddle of semi-clean water. He blinked gratefully at her before turning toward it hearing giggles behind his back. When he looked down he leapt back in fear, what had he just seen? When he gained enough courage to look back into the water he just stared. Then after what seemed thousands of heartbeats, he broke into full out laughter. He looked like one of those twoleg apprentices with the spikey hair. Only, along with that he looked like a kit that had been climbing in a tree. The little twigs and muddy leaves gave that effect.
Quaintpaw, silent until now, finally said something. This something, much to Twistedsong’s surprise made them laugh even harder. “You guys are.. pathetic.” His voice had been so cold, so flat and so… blunt. As they continued to laugh Quaintpaw’s ears flicked with irritation, “Really. Sure, he looks like a dog that’s been to a twoleg fur styler. That’s soooooooooooo funny.”He swiveled his ears back and forth catching the airwaves and figuring where everyone was before getting to his paws and padding slowly up to Twistedsong. Twistedsong followed the blind cat intensely, the tom made sure to keep his eyes on Quaintpaw’s tail. Even though he fully trusted the younger, and much more mature, tom, his eyes still creeped Twistedsong out.
All was silent by the time Quaintpaw reached Twistedsong. Quaintpaw didn’t even glance at the older tom, he just bend down and began drinking the water. Twistedsong’s muscles relaxed, as when the younger tom had approached the air had grown tense. Twistedsong finally let his eyes sweep over Quaintpaw’s lithe body until he reached the tom’s head. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Quaintpaw stopped drinking and swiveled his head looking directly at Twistedsong; locking his gray cloudy and empty eyes with Twistedsong’s life-filled blue-green ones. Twistedsong tried to look away, but he couldn’t. The way Quaintpaw just stood there, staring at him unblinkingly sent chills up Twistedsong’s spine. It was as if the younger tom could actually see. Then, out of nowhere, Quaintpaw meowed. “Yow, bp.” Yellowbelly popped out from behind Quaintpaw and soared above Twistedsong’s head then quickly dived down and began pecking Twistedsong on the head.
Shocked, Twistedsong backed away, shaking his head and flailing his paws at the small but fast hummingbird. “Yow, r,” came Quaintpaw’s mew again and immediately Yow returned behind Quaintpaw. For the first time in what seemed ages, since just about before the Fangclan attack, Quaintpaw smiled. “Now. You have to admit, that was funny.” Goldenpaw, who’d been watching with wide eyes started rolling on the ground through the mud and tackled Quaintpaw, all the while laughing. Briarstream cuffed Twistedsong in the ear playfully.
“Scaredy mouse,” she joked.
Giliapaw smiled and glanced upward, the rain was beginning to ease away. Soon it would stop. “Oh what the heck,” Giliapaw muttered and ran out from under her overhand laughing wildly. “Can’t catch me!” She mewed sprinting past the other two wrestling apprentices.
“You wanna bet?” Goldenpaw meowed in reply sprinting after the Medicine Cat Apprentice, leaving Quaintpaw all alone, still smiling broadly up at the sky.
{Done}
(Every Time I Mentioned Starvire I Meant Scheerox)
She cast a longing glance at them. That she could join them, but somehow it seemed that it wasn’t her place to have fun. She felt as if she had to be the gloomy cloud that kept reality, well, reality. The one that brought the bad news that this little world they’re in is just a little piece of what’s going on. That there was still sadness, sickness, and many things to worry about. She wanted to join the rest of the warriors with their carefree joy, at least some of the time they managed to forget the sorrow and the fact that their companions were gone. She glanced upward at Phenixor who seemed to be calming down, if just a little bit. She smiled slightly at the small little red bird as he ruffled his feathers ever so slightly to get rid of at least some of the water that had been left behind gradually as it slid off of his oily body.
She flicked her ear as somehow a droplet of water managed to reach her. She didn’t hate the rain, nor did she like it. She bet that if she tried she could enjoy it as fully as Twistedsong and Brairstream were. Both were purring with pleasure, yet both were totally soaked. As usual, she refused to join them but just strained her ears to listen to the conversation. She didn’t gossip, but she loved to hear the latest news.
-x-
“You are absolutely the-“ Twistedsong cut off as Briarstream was sent into a fit of giggles. He narrowed one eye, and opened the other even wider than it’d been before, in confusion. Just what was so funny? He took a few steps forward lowering his belly so that the soft fur underneath him touched the muddy ground, he crawled forward slowly until his head was underneath her lowered one. He blinked slightly as he saw his friend’s eyes were half closed and water-filled. He was now on his back smiling oddly up at her his paws up in the air as she laughed down at him. His whiskers twitched at a droplet of water hit his nose, then another, and then another. He blinked slightly one ear flopping to the side in confusion. “Brairstream? What’s wrong?” His voice wavered suddenly with more emotion than before.
Briarstream continued to laugh, and her voice was weak and filled with giggles when she responded. “Y-you’re face.” Twistedsong quickly slid away, scrambling to his paws the same odd one-eyed confused look on his face. His head was dipped to the side and his fur puffed out like little spikes covered with mud. Am I really that ugly? Twistedsong thought to himself. He sent a hurt look at Briarstream, but she just laughed even harder. “Seriously Briarstream, what’s up?” Is Goldenpaw making fun of me again? He looked behind him expecting to see the she-cat making imitations of him again. Though, no. She wasn’t there. Actually, she was behind Briarstream this time. Chatting away with Quaintpaw who just stared blankly into nowhere, not caring to respond to anything the energetic young she-cat said to him.
Briarstream took a while to reply but eventually she choked out, “Y-you should s-see yourself! You h-have mud aaaaaall o-over your face!” Then she continued to laugh. Twistedsong looked at her with a bewildered look. What? He raised one eyebrow and glanced at Giliapaw who was also giggling. He narrowed his eyes and cast a call over to Giliapaw, “Do I really look that funny?” He knew that their laughter wasn’t meant to make him feel bad, but somehow he still felt slightly hurt. Giliapaw tried to get a straight face but she could only hold it long enough to nod quickly and turn around to continue laughing again. Even when she had a straight face the corner of her mouth twitched.
He glanced at Goldenpaw, who was biting her lip, for help. She flicked her tail toward a puddle of semi-clean water. He blinked gratefully at her before turning toward it hearing giggles behind his back. When he looked down he leapt back in fear, what had he just seen? When he gained enough courage to look back into the water he just stared. Then after what seemed thousands of heartbeats, he broke into full out laughter. He looked like one of those twoleg apprentices with the spikey hair. Only, along with that he looked like a kit that had been climbing in a tree. The little twigs and muddy leaves gave that effect.
Quaintpaw, silent until now, finally said something. This something, much to Twistedsong’s surprise made them laugh even harder. “You guys are.. pathetic.” His voice had been so cold, so flat and so… blunt. As they continued to laugh Quaintpaw’s ears flicked with irritation, “Really. Sure, he looks like a dog that’s been to a twoleg fur styler. That’s soooooooooooo funny.”He swiveled his ears back and forth catching the airwaves and figuring where everyone was before getting to his paws and padding slowly up to Twistedsong. Twistedsong followed the blind cat intensely, the tom made sure to keep his eyes on Quaintpaw’s tail. Even though he fully trusted the younger, and much more mature, tom, his eyes still creeped Twistedsong out.
All was silent by the time Quaintpaw reached Twistedsong. Quaintpaw didn’t even glance at the older tom, he just bend down and began drinking the water. Twistedsong’s muscles relaxed, as when the younger tom had approached the air had grown tense. Twistedsong finally let his eyes sweep over Quaintpaw’s lithe body until he reached the tom’s head. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Quaintpaw stopped drinking and swiveled his head looking directly at Twistedsong; locking his gray cloudy and empty eyes with Twistedsong’s life-filled blue-green ones. Twistedsong tried to look away, but he couldn’t. The way Quaintpaw just stood there, staring at him unblinkingly sent chills up Twistedsong’s spine. It was as if the younger tom could actually see. Then, out of nowhere, Quaintpaw meowed. “Yow, bp.” Yellowbelly popped out from behind Quaintpaw and soared above Twistedsong’s head then quickly dived down and began pecking Twistedsong on the head.
Shocked, Twistedsong backed away, shaking his head and flailing his paws at the small but fast hummingbird. “Yow, r,” came Quaintpaw’s mew again and immediately Yow returned behind Quaintpaw. For the first time in what seemed ages, since just about before the Fangclan attack, Quaintpaw smiled. “Now. You have to admit, that was funny.” Goldenpaw, who’d been watching with wide eyes started rolling on the ground through the mud and tackled Quaintpaw, all the while laughing. Briarstream cuffed Twistedsong in the ear playfully.
“Scaredy mouse,” she joked.
Giliapaw smiled and glanced upward, the rain was beginning to ease away. Soon it would stop. “Oh what the heck,” Giliapaw muttered and ran out from under her overhand laughing wildly. “Can’t catch me!” She mewed sprinting past the other two wrestling apprentices.
“You wanna bet?” Goldenpaw meowed in reply sprinting after the Medicine Cat Apprentice, leaving Quaintpaw all alone, still smiling broadly up at the sky.
{Done}
(Every Time I Mentioned Starvire I Meant Scheerox)
