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life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Apr 22, 2020 0:17:11 GMT -5
two paragraphs? SLACKER also here's soot back on his bs xD
"Don't be silly," she responded, taking in the mud caked on him. "It's not like we live here. Just come and eat, you ate as recently as I did." The red warrior had no intention of eating if Sootstep didn't. Call it petty, but she was never willing to show this particular cat weakness. Even hunger. Especially not when he immediately begun with the attitude. Seriously, what was with him? Did he truly feel nothing from last night? No residual kindness? Jeez, you'd think she'd made dirt in his breakfast for all the warmth he ever showed her in the daylight hours when someone might see them.
Which is what it felt like. In dangerous situations he opened up to her, at least emotionally. She felt connected to him in those rare moments. But when the foxes left and the storm cleared she was left with a grouchy cat that seemed disgusted by her. Usually she would have snapped back but the fight drained out of her as the feelings she'd experience last night ran through her mind again. Then she just felt sad. Very, very sad.
Silently, she turned to the squirrel and bit down, but not to eat. Instead she sat there and gnawed a giant chunk of the squirrel off, ignoring her belly rumbling as she did so. She knew he wouldn't enter the cave, that his mind was made up. But she wasn't going to let him starve. When the squirrel was gruesomely separated the she-cat turned and pushed half of it outside without a word before taking her piece deeper into the cave. There he couldn't see her bow her head in her sadness.
His tail twitched as he adamantly refused to answer her, much less come back into the cave. She was right, it wasn't their cave and they'd never be back here, so there was no reason for him to keep it tidy. If any cat came after them to use the cave the mud would be dried and harmless, and no cat would be any wiser to his choice to enter. It was a cramped, tiny cave, but there was room for both of them. The truth, if he was honest with himself, was that he wanted to go back into the cave with her. The temptation wasn't even a surprise to him anymore, and he could easily find himself picturing it: he'd climb back in, give her a gruff nod, settle at her side and take a nibble of the prey. He'd be a gentleman, let her eat most of it, and maybe he'd actually compliment her for once, and they'd set out on the right foot.
But he knew that wasn't how it would go. As tempted as he was to re-enter the cave, he knew what waited for him. Seeing her made him flare up inside, feel a sickness deep inside that he couldn't cure, because nothing so right had ever felt so wrong. He didn't want to be sarcastic and cold and defensive in front of her but it was his natural response, it was how they had always been and always would be, and he knew better than to expect otherwise. His head was just confused from spending so much time with her recently, he was getting his feelings mixed. He had to stay outside the den because that was where he could focus: with the fresh wind and the task of cleaning his fur, he could take his mind off the damaging notions in his brain and lose himself in the work.
He was working on a nasty clump between his paws when she arrived with a chunk of the prey and he silently watched her retreat back into the cave for the few precious moments she was in sight. Sootstep hesitated, then rose to his paws and leaped lightly down to balance in front of the entrance and take his prey. He hazarded a glance into the darkness, saw nothing, and hurried to escape with his food.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Apr 22, 2020 0:43:52 GMT -5
xD true, if he was suddenly happy we'd be moving towards a possible fake!bramblestar plot c'x
StarClan she was an idiot. She'd, for one stupid second, thought maybe he'd follow her in after all. But of course he didn't. The sadness intensified and the she-cat felt sick. She tried to take a bite of the squirrel but it tasted all wrong. Disgusted, the she-cat pushed the squirrel out of the way. There was no way she could eat now. It was a sad, inexcusable waste of prey and her guilty brain told her to hide the catch. So the she-cat stood and tried to dig, only to discover the ground was much to hard for that. So she stowed the food between two rocks at the back of the cave and sat down to groom herself, being sure to take long enough to be believable.
The cave seemed too large now, almost cold, as she washed. The sound echoed emptily around the rocks and the she-cat flattened her ears to block it out. What was wrong with her? That tom out there was messing with her head too much. She needed to move on. Meet someone else. Forget about Sootstep. He meant nothing to her anyway. Absolutely nothing. But she couldn't convince even a small part of her brain of that. Maybe she should just stay in here and avoid him for the rest of her miserable life?
But even though she didn't want to see Sootstep she knew the day needed to be spent recovering the kits. Sunnykit and Sweltering kit were out there and she needed to find them as soon as possible. So, reluctantly, the she-cat stood and left the cave for the last time. She would miss it, she realized. At least the memories of it. But she didn't allow herself to look back, instead she looked around for Sootstep dubiously. He wasn't right outside but the squirrel was gone, that was at least something.
also when they do finally get together and he still has that sarcastic grumpy response to her and she just rolls her eyes at him everyone else would be like "and these two.... love each other??"
He was perched above her head - higher up the slope on a comfortably grassy spot, not the same as before but still satisfactory. The squirrel was almost gone by the time she exited the den, and he hurried to gulp down the last few bites and wipe his whiskers clean. "Dawnmemories, up here," he called to her, scrambling to his paws and starting to make his way down toward her anyway. There it was again, the shift in his gut, but maybe that was from hastily finishing his food. Sootstep was a quick eater and no stranger to indigestion. He offered her a tense smile, but quickly dropped it, feeling too fake. There was no way she'd believe it had been nearly genuine.
"Anyway, I had a look around while I was hunting. The rain washed away most of the scent trail, and probably their prints. We could go back to where you found that fur and start from there, but I don't think we'll find anything." He had been stewing over ideas to find the trail without any luck. The kits might leave prints in the mud they could locate them by, but they'd have to get much closer before then, and he had no idea which direction to even start walking in. Did they just pick one way and hope for the best? Should they split up again?
Despite the grim outlook of their quest, he was feeling rather optimistic. The rain was gone, the sun was coming up, and he had a feeling it was going to be a good day.
haha yes the one enemies to lovers plot they could never understand
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Apr 25, 2020 22:58:09 GMT -5
She jumped a bit when he spoke, looking up at him with surprise. He seemed... lighter. The thought made her a little sour but she shoved the feeling away, refusing to be sucked into their cycle of arguments when they were about to spend the entire day and perhaps several more together. They needed to find the kits, that was their priority. And Dawnmemories doubted either cat could do it alone.
"I figured it had," she sighed, irritated with the storm. "Perhaps we should try and talk to some rogues? Maybe they saw the kits?" It was their best bet at this points, their tracking skills wouldn't possibly be useful here. "I could have sworn I scented a couple of different cats while traveling yesterday." They could certainly handle a few rogues, and if they had seen the kits perhaps Dawnmemories and Sootstep would soon catch up.
The day was a complete one-eighty from the night, the sun was shining and the sky was beautiful. The air smelled of earth and rain. The entire atmosphere gave her hope and she believed completely that this was a good sign. The day was too beautiful for darkness, they'd find those kits and then they'd go home. Back to the security of their clan.
He nodded. Talking to rogues was a clever idea, one he hadn't thought of. Sootstep wasn't used to asking other cats for help, he was too stubborn about doing everything on his own. When he'd first become an apprentice the other cats had never bothered to help him, they thought he was useless because of his clouded eye (or perhaps it was because he was rude and offensive, who could say) and he had to figure it all out on his own. If he could make it through that trying time on his own, he was determined to remain independent the rest of his life, and naturally, he was far too stubborn to consider if he was being foolish. But still, talking to the rogues was their best option, even if he didn't like it.
"Good idea," he relented, grudgingly giving her a nod of approval. "Someone must have seen them. Lead the way?" The question hung in the air between them, an optimistic attempt to forget his discomfort and keep the upbeat mood.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on May 8, 2020 7:29:26 GMT -5
dawn: has good idea soot:
What was he, her mentor? She didn't need his validation or his stupid little approving nod. But she bit down the surge of annoyance, knowing it was completely counter productive. If she acted on it, they'd fight. And when they fought it lasted days. And the kits needed to be found as soon as possible. So, primly, she padded off, flicking her tail over Sootstep's face 'accidentally' as she did so. "I remember smelling a rogue before the storm, so we need to find the spot where you attacked me last night." It was a thinly disguised accusation, and her own pettiness annoyed even herself as she spoke. Trying to cover the moment up she added, "I remember the scent because it set me on edge, I was ready for a fight with a rogue."
She led them back the way they'd come the night before, though it was a bit challenging without the torrential rain. Everything looked different in the soft sunlight. Finally she spotted a familiar plant and stopped, looking around. "This is the right place, right?" There was mud everywhere and a few fallen branches, but otherwise it looked like where they'd met up the day before. She circled the area with her mouth open, trying to scent the rogue through the wet smell of earth and leaves.
She just loved to test her patience, didn't she? He stiffened slightly as her tail ran across his muzzle and she bitterly accused him of attacking her when they both knew it was an accident and he had let her go immediately. Here he was, doing his best to put the right foot forward, and she was doing everything she could to antagonize him. He lagged behind her a few steps as the annoying she-cat left him wrapped in drapes of her cloying scent, suffocating in how fake she was and struggling against the urge to inhale deeper. Stupid she-cats and their stupid good smells, he thought grumpily as he stomped after her.
If anyone could ruin a good day, it was going to be her.
As they reached the little clearing he broke away from Dawnmemories and circled around to where he had come from the day before, falling into a little crouch beneath the brush. Yes, now this view looked familiar, and he was certain they were in the right place. His eyes darted to her and he was tempted to attack again, but instead, he shook it off and straightened up. "This is the place," he confirmed, "so we found the blood right... there." Sootstep stepped that way, still holding out some hope the blood hadn't washed away.
two paragraphs? SLACKER 
