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[blossoms] otterfang Feb 28, 2016 22:28:04 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 28, 2016 22:28:04 GMT

For once Heronpaw would admit she was having a wonderful day. Firestorm had given her the day off of training because they'd been working hard for days on end. He didn't want to burn out his niece so he'd told her to go and relax for the day. It wasn't often Heronpaw admitted it but she did love her uncle. No one had come barging into the apprentice den to wake her up before dawn, other apprentices were saddled with cleaning the elders den and taking prey to the queens. For once Heronpaw wasn't in a hurry trying to find Firestorm in time for training sessions before scheduled patrols and no one hassled her about it! It was wonderful.

The brown and white she-cat yawned widely and shifted a bit before settling again, her long skinny frame sprawled over the blooming heather and springy moss that covered WindClan's moors. Nearby a lilac bush was blooming, its purple flowers making the springtime air smell sweet. The constant breezes carried its scent to Heronpaw's nose along with the musky earthy smell of growing plants. Fluffy white clouds rolled overhead on a canvas of bright blue for Heronpaw's green eyes to track lazily. The buzz of busy bees and the occasional scream of a hunting hawk or eagle ghosted to Heronpaw's ears but she made no move to get up. Nearby lay the carcass of her lunch, a hare she'd managed to catch a while ago. Prey was running wild over WindClan's territory so Heronpaw hadn't felt bad about eating it. She knew Firestorm would probably frown at her but one hare wouldn't make anyone go hungry and when she'd left camp the freshkill pile had been well stocked.

With a full belly, the apprentice had laid down in the heather and let the sun warm her fur. For the last several hours Heronpaw had lain in a half doze, green eyes lazily blinking up at the rolling clouds. She felt content for the first time in what felt like forever. No one was tutting or rolling their eyes at her, no judging gazes were prickling at her fur. She was free to relax and be herself, not on guard against whatever verbal attack might be hurled her way. When she got back to camp Heronpaw made a mental note to take a nice fat rabbit for Firestorm, to thank him for this quiet day. It was like he'd known her frustration was bubbling close to boiling over. A small smile curved Heronpaw's lips, a rare sight, as she watched a vaguely rabbit-shaped cloud roll by. Yeah. She'd have to make sure to thank him. Without letting him think she was going soft.

Sighing softly, Heronpaw rested her cheek against the springy earth and let her eyes slip closed. The caress of the springtime breeze and scent of lilacs lulled her to sleep. Off in the distance at hawk circled lazily on thermals, searching for prey while rabbits out on the warrens dug new tunnels for new families. Content and calm, Heronpaw slipped off to sleep.

Notes: A bit short but I like this softer side to Heron. Too bad it won't last
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[blossoms] otterfang Feb 28, 2016 23:43:53 GMT

Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2016 23:43:53 GMT

Otterfang had been hunting on the far side of the moors, adding a quick boarder patrol while he was there just for good measure. He had caught a plump rabbit that had nearly leaped right into his claws, and was strutting across the moor on his way back to camp. The warm sun felt great on his shiny brown coat, and he strolled among the heather, felling very dignified indeed. He was not expecting to find another cat out this way, and almost did catch the scent over the rabbit in his jaws. He couldn't make much out, only cat and freshly killed rabbit. Bristling slightly just at the smell, Otterfang turned sharply following the scent. If it was a rouge it would regret coming in his clan's territory.

Otterfang marched over to the small brown and white cat, seeming to be asleep on some heather. He set down his rabbit and gazed at the shecat with disgust. Asleep when there where things to get done, and eating before feeding the clan. Otterfang puffed out to full size upon seeing the half eaten rabbit laying next to the apprentice.

"What is it that you think you are doing?" He mewed in a cold voice, his eyes staring hard at the shecat. How could she break the warrior code like that. There was no crime in having a nap sure, but from the looks of it, this apprentice had been here for a long time. And eating the rabbit without even thinking of her clanmates first. What was wrong with her. he glared down at her, wanting to take a swipe at her with his claws. He held himself back, deciding to take the little rule breaker to her mentor instead.

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[blossoms] otterfang Feb 29, 2016 0:11:47 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 29, 2016 0:11:47 GMT

'What is it that you think you are doing?'

Nothing good could last.

With a quiet grunt, Heronpaw's green eyes opened, her nap abandoned. Standing in front of her, puffed up like a bullfrog, was...Oh for StarClan's sake. Otterfang. Anyone else would have been fine but this wound up tomcat might actually make Heronpaw draw clan blood. Her formally calm and relaxed expression evaporated, replaced by Heronpaw's normal sour frown and sharp green glare. Otterfang had quite the reputation around camp and though Heronpaw hadn't talked to him personally before she'd seen him from afar. And what she saw made her want to gag. He was full of himself, always crowing about WindClan's greatness and nobility and how awesome he was. Heronpaw often kept her mouth shut by imagining an angry badger chewing on his tail. That would teach him a thing or two.

"None of your business," Heronpaw said firmly, jade eyes sharp and unkind as she sat up.

Bits of moss and gorse clung to her pelt but Heronpaw resisted the urge to clean them off, preferring instead to glare at Otterfang. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the rabbit she'd eaten earlier. Curses ran through her mind at a speed that would shock Firestorm. She should have buried the darn thing. It was probably what had Otterfang all puffed up and practically steaming out of his ears. Did he not have better things to do? More important things to worry about? His frown and glare said no, though that wasn't surprising. For StarClan's sake...

"Quit huffing and puffing," Heronpaw growled, curling her tail around her paws and straightening her spine. "No one's going hungry because of one rabbit." She cast a scathing look at Otterfang's sleek pelt, richly colored and the a soft swell in his belly. "You certainly won't miss it."

Maybe Heronpaw was a little on the mean side, as her family so often liked to remind her, but the patch pelted she-cat didn't care. What right did Otterfang have to go sticking his nose in her business? Firestorm had given her permission to be out here on her own, to spend the day as she saw fit. One stinking rabbit wouldn't starve WindClan and she'd probably hunt later anyway just for something to do, to stretch her legs and practice before training tomorrow. She owed Firestorm his evening meal anyway. Who gave Otterfang the authority to come bother her with his nose in the air? If it started raining the tom would probably drown but maybe that would be a blessing from StarClan. Besides, he probably expected her to crumble and stammer out apologies about breaking the rules. Mousedung on that. Heronpaw stiffened her spine and met his glare, trying to make herself look bigger. She was skinny but she was tall for her age and for once thankful for it, she could nearly glare eye to nose with Otterfang. With any luck she'd someday be taller than the pompous bag of wind.

Notes: sassy heron is my favorite
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[blossoms] otterfang Feb 29, 2016 1:12:41 GMT

Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 1:12:41 GMT

~~"None of your business,"~~ Heronpaw said sitting up. Otterfang's desire to swat at the apprentice grew slightly stronger at her tone. Did she not realize that he was a warrior and she needed to respect him? Before he could even open his mouth again she spoke again.
~~"Quit huffing and puffing,"~~ Heronpaw growled. ~~"No one's going hungry because of one rabbit.You certainly won't miss it."~~ Otterfang's eyes narrowed. This shecat had no idea what she was getting into, he must have simply caught her off gaurd. After all, most of the females in the clan, especially the younger ones wished to be his. Not that he was interested of course, but he was so used to it. Heronpaw was an odd apprentice that was for sure.

"For your information, I always hunt for the clan before I feed myself, as clan laws state." He had calmed down a bit, more amused by the shecats defiance then anything else. He still wanted to swipe at her ears, but he buried that. Why was she not sneaking glances at his glossy pelt like the others do? Even a few toms have been caught staring longingly at him. He stood now, realizing the apprentice was nearly as big as he was, and turned back to his rabbit. Grabbing the large rabbit he dropped in between them and sat back down, wrapping his long dark tail around his paws.

"This rabbit for example, I caught it when i was patrolling. I have no eaten today, and I was returning this rabbit to the clan to give to the queens. They should always be thought of first." He gazed at the shecat again, admiring her boldness that reminded him of himself as a younger cat.

Notes:hes gonna make her attack him XD
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[blossoms] otterfang Feb 29, 2016 1:40:26 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 29, 2016 1:40:26 GMT

Jade green eyes watched as the mud colored moron picked up the rabbit he'd hunted and dropped it between them. The pompous bag of wasted brains then had the audacity to act like Heronpaw was a mindless kit. If she had eyebrows they would have been risen. Who exactly did this four-legged waste of time think he was? He tut-tutted about clan law and serving others first but mousedung on that. So far all Heronpaw had seen in her clan was their incredible ability to be terribly dense and highly judgmental. Just because he was a warrior didn't mean Otterfang had any authority over her. In fact, if he would have left her be Heronpaw probably would have been more cowed, more careful in her rulebreaking. Not now. He'd gone and stuck his nose where it didn't belong and awoken Heronpaw's indignant anger. It burned like a flame in her belly, sending the tingling urge to swipe at his ears down her spine. Her claws itched to rip off that brown pelt he seemed so proud of.

Heronpaw curled her lip at the insufferable tom. "Oh wow! How amazing! You caught a rabbit! It's so shocking! And in the harshest hunting season too," Heronpaw meowed, sarcasm coloring her tone in seething distaste. "What's this?" Heronpaw let out a fake gasp and waved a paw at the rabbit she'd caught, it's remains laying innocently off to the side. "I did too! How amazing!" Her tone went flat and her glare sharpened, "How impressive. Glad you can function on a basic level. Have a nice day."

Rising from her seated position, the brown and white tabby took a swipe at Otterfang's rabbit. It flopped over and rolled to his feet. Tail high and lips curled in a distasteful snarl, Heronpaw strode past Otterfang, aiming to head as far away from the awful tom as she could get. Let him go back to camp and tattle to Firestorm. At least Firestorm would listen to her and only give her extra chores or training. If she brought back two rabbits tonight he might not even care. With the ginger and white tom it kind of depended on what mood he was in. If he had any sense he'd ignore Otterfang's blustering and not even mention it to Heronpaw. Well...okay maybe that was unlikely but hey, a girl could dream. At the very least his lecture was less likely to be so demeaning.

At the very least Firestorm treated her like she had a brain in her head. Otterfang just prattled on like she was a disobedient kit incapable of higher thought. 'Somebody must have seen is reflection in the stream this morning,' Heronpaw thought sourly as she brushed past Otterfang.

With any luck he'd go strutting into camp and get distracted by the brainless queens casting stupid glances at him. Toms like him made Heronpaw nauseous. They dripped self-confidence and walked around like they had hung the moon and sun and stars. Mousedung on that. On all of it. Heronpaw wouldn't give him the satisfaction of shaming her. She did that well enough on her own thank you very much.

Notes: so much sass
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[blossoms] otterfang Feb 29, 2016 2:40:33 GMT

Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 2:40:33 GMT

Otterfang listened to her retort, and watched as she stalked away. At first he just sat there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. No one had ever treated him like this before, never in is entire life. Knowing that trying to bully the shecat into submission was not going to work like it had with other apprentices, he thought of a new plan quickly. Abandoning his rabbit, and his normal character, he quickly turned to race after her.
"Hey!" He called as he trotted after her. "Wait up!" He stunned himself as he ran to her side, keeping pace with her easily. Why did he care that this insufferable shecat acted so weirdly? What did one cat matter when the whole clan adored him? But for some reason far out of Otterfang's simple and narrow viewed mind, it did matter. He had to know why.

"I have a question for you! If you would stop running away!" Once he had finally manged to get her to stop, he had to stop himself and actually think. What was he ever going to say? Why do you not swoon over me? No. He stared at her, open mouthed as she glared at him, waiting.

"I.. Well... I...I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this. I don't struggle for my words. I wanted to know... why it is that you are not like the others." He looked down at his paws, embarrassed for the first time in his life. He pinned his ears back waiting for another biting retort. He kept his eyes trained down at his paw, very interested in the small bit of grass caught on one of his claws.

Notes:sorry its short >.<
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[blossoms] otterfang Feb 29, 2016 3:07:02 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 29, 2016 3:07:02 GMT

Someone in StarClan must have it out for Heronpaw. That was the only reason she could imagine the insufferable brown menace followed her. Someone up their wanted to drive Heronpaw mad before she even got around to being a warrior. Tail lashing, the brown and white she-cat reluctantly slowed her fast-walking pace, eventually slowing to a stop. Leaf-colored eyes bright with indignant passion, the she-cat tried to keep her head up high as she waited for Otterfang to spit out his silly question. It was probably just about who her mentor was so he could go report to the right cat and ensure some kind of punishment for her transgression of eating when she was hungry. So she listened as the tom stammered and struggled, the tip of her tail twitching to and fro in impatience. What Otterfang actually said...well...Heronpaw hadn't expected that.

'Why it is that you are not like the others.'

Heronpaw felt like she'd been kicked by a horse. Her tongue shriveled and her mouth went dry, her lungs constricted and the phantom feel of fangs closing on her throat nearly made Heronpaw flinch. Her muscles stiffened as she kept from actually flinching. The last thing she needed was to give Otterfang the satisfaction of seeing her so uncomfortable. Still, Heronpaw had to admit she wanted to run back to camp and hide in the apprentice den. She wasn't...like the others? Her jaw tightened. So she was a little tall, a little skinny...Firestorm told her that was normal for her age...he'd reminded her time and time again she was WindClan blood and WindClanners ran tall and thin. Her fur wasn't particularly pretty but...but neither was Otterfang's! It looked just as dirty and muddy as hers! Heronpaw refused to admit it looked soft and sleek like a mink pelt. Hers was streaked with black tabby stripes over the patches of brown, the white broken like a muddy field of half-melted snow. So she didn't have a flaming ginger pelt or crisp white...Everyone was different...

Bile stung the back of Heronpaw's throat. She forced her eyes to glare even when she wanted to run.

"None of your business!" Heronpaw snapped, "We don't all have to be the same." Recycled words her mothered used to say when she caught Heronpaw sulking in the nursery with hurt feelings from some accidental slight or another. Heronpaw didn't believe them but if there was one cat she didn't sass it was her mother. "I was having a nice day until you stuck your nose in my business. Go find someone else to harass."

Heronpaw was usually pretty realistic but in that moment she wished she could go back in time to before Otterfang had found her. The day had been so lovely. Now she felt self-conscious and her long limbs felt clumsy. Her stomach was tied up in knots and her fur felt like it was too tight against her bones. She wanted to get away from Otterfang and his judging eyes and pompous words. Unfortunately Otterfang seemed to have other plans. Each time she tried to step around him the darker brown tom kept getting in her way.

Notes: hope you don't mind the bit of powerplay at the end, figured he wouldn't want to let her run away
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[blossoms] otterfang Feb 29, 2016 3:40:47 GMT

Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 3:40:47 GMT

Otterfang had been expecting a harsh reply, those seemed to be Heronpaw's only replies, but he seemed offended. What had he said? He hadn't meaned to offende the brown and while shecat, not in the slightlest. He was simply curiuos. Quickly steping in front of her to keep her from leaving, he gathered his thoughts.

"I did not mean to offend you. Truly." He added when she looked skeptical. 'And I must confess that I am very confused with what you say. I did not mean it was bad you are different, it just confuses me." He looked at her again, actually looking at her pelt and body type for the first time. She was tall and skinny, typical for the Windclan cats, most looked just the same. Her pelt a brown tabby over a soft looking snowy base. Did she think he meant appearance? What was wrong with how she looked? Sure she was not the most beautiful cat in the territories, but she was still growing and would one day be very pretty indeed. Shaking his head slightly to get back on track of the conversation he started to speak again.

"I just meant that you do not treat me the same way the other's do. You seem not to care about my nice pelt and accomplishes like the others. They all surround me and ask me things and never leave me in peace. It is kind of annoying after a while, if I am being honest. You, however, do not seem to care about what I have done or how nice my fur is. I just... don't understand."

He trialed off into am awkward silence that twisted his belly. Why should she tell him anything? She had given her absolutely no motivation to tell him a single thing. He had ruined her day after all, as she so bluntly pointed out.

"If you help me understand, I will leave you alone. Never bother you again, if that is what you wish. I wont go to your mentor either, you where right, one rabbit does not make much of a difference. It is just how I was taught." Otterfang looked into her green eyes for a quick moment before glancing away again. He hated not being in control, not knowing things, not being able to just get what he wants by simply giving a smile and a wink. It was a weird feeling. This must be how normal looking toms feel.

Notes:He feels so strange XD
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[blossoms] otterfang Feb 29, 2016 14:07:10 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 29, 2016 14:07:10 GMT

Heronpaw stared at Otterfang for a solid minute. Stared at the stupid dark brown tom that had waltzed in and ruined her day. She was dumbstruck. And angry. And scared. And furious. And alarmed. No where to run, he kept cutting her off, determined to make her speak. For once it felt like Heronpaw's sharp tongue had shriveled up in her mouth. Did others really spend that much time staring at this pompous tomcat that one apprentice with a bad attitude was enough to rattle him? What a life he must lead. How...nice must it be to know for certain that every time someone looked at you they were looking at you with praise and adoration in their eyes. Heronpaw's jaw tightened at the though and for the first time she jerked her sharp green glare away from Otterfang. Instead of glaring at the warrior, her sharp gaze rested on a blooming wildflower to the right of the tom's front paw. The little thing looked so carefree and innocent, blushing with light colors and fragrant in the springtime breeze.

"Must be nice to be you," Heronpaw said at last, her voice sounding faraway in her own ears even though she knew it was in fact normal volume. She felt detached from the words. Her glare at the wildflower sharpened. "Just because people like you doesn't mean you get to assume everyone will respect you. Especially when you act like a puffed up frog." The words had a bit more bite to them now, they felt more like her words. "Not everybody gets treated like you."

Now, the thing is...Heronpaw had never been treated particularly poorly. She wasn't like some apprentices that had been bullied since birth, teased endlessly by their siblings and frowned at by their parents. That wasn't Heronpaw's story. Her siblings were okay and her parents were alright but...Heronpaw had never shared their outlook on life. For them it seemed easy to go through life as it was, grow up to become a warrior, fall in love and raise kits, work hard until you earn a comfy retirement in the elders den or die on the battlefield. Maybe Heronpaw was bitter but that sounded awful. It sounded passionless and mundane but even worse...it felt impossible. She wasn't pretty like her sisters or even distinguished like her brothers with their pelts in an array of gingers. She wasn't delicate and petite or even sturdy. Heronpaw looked like a stiff wind would blow her away. She was taller than the rest and tripped all the time. It always felt like someone was watching, their gaze prickling on her fur, their eyes judging her and lips curved in a frown as though she'd done something wrong again. Firestorm only knew a little bit about it and her mother knew even less because they wouldn't understand. Otterfang certainly wouldn't, not with everyone showering him with admiration every other breath.

Becoming a respected warrior, wooing a handsome mate to have beautiful kits...Heronpaw didn't know how to feel about that plan for her future because it felt so impossibly out of reach. She was built to be fast and aggressive, to strike hard and be gone before her enemy knew what hit them. She blew through the lives of her clanmates and no one tried to stop her. Firestorm understood that a bit, or at least Heronpaw thought he did. They were cut from the same cloth, a little to wild for the rest of their family but not wild enough to rock the boat all the time. How could some doted on child of a warrior like Otterfang get that some were too restless or sharp or jagged around the edges to be adored? Humph. Why was she bothering with this again? She didn't have to explain herself to him...

Notes: I kinda rambled...sorry!
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[blossoms] otterfang Feb 29, 2016 20:33:12 GMT

Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 20:33:12 GMT

Otterfang stared at the shacat, waiting, and waiting for a response. He wanted to understand. He had never been a particular brainy cat, but he had not found most things too difficult to understand either. This had been the only thing to puzzle him since he became a warrior. His soft yellow eyes stared into her intense green ones as she stared at a wildflower near him. He absentmindedly wondered if looking at the flower was easier then looking at him. Was he that unappealing to her? He tilted his head to the left slightly, trying to burn the question away before he actually asked it. With how ill-tempered Heronpaw seemed that question might get him clawed at.
~~"Must be nice to be you,"~~ Heronpaw said at last ~~"Just because people like you doesn't mean you get to assume everyone will respect you. Especially when you act like a puffed up frog.Not everybody gets treated like you."~~ Otterfang pricked his ears up at this. A bullfrog?

"A bullfrog?" He asked slipping back into his standard mannerism. He shook his head again to clear the thoughts. That mannerism obviously did not go over with this shecat very well, and if he wanted her to tell him what he wanted to know. "How do you get treated?" He asked suddenly curious. He knew that different cats had different tastes, obviously he was far out of hers, and that cats could get treated differently for their looks. He, however, had never paid much attention to things like that. What did it matter if the other toms didn't get as much attention as he did? He did not sleep badly at night because many cats thought he was good looking. He had been called arrogant and self-centered many times and he always just brushed it off. He knew he was, and he wasn't going to let some jealous, attention deprived, cat bother him. Never before had it, until now. For some reason Heronpaw's lack of interest bothered him, and he just could not understand why it did.

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