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It was a warm, peaceful afternoon as Ratstar and Poppymask were strolling through the Deep Lands, on their way back to camp after gathering some more material for the garden-keeper's famous flower-crowns. The pair were practically inseparable nowadays, to the young she-cat's delight and the annoyance of every single other cat in Summerclan. The only cat who didn't seem to mind the obnoxious doting was Ratstar himself, who found Poppymask's antics more entertaining than a bother, and though he had yet to formally announce her as his mate just yet, he had stopped trying to correct her anytime she brought the subject up.
"So, what's the deal with Roachpelt? Is there something going on between you two or what? You both are together so much, you can't blame me for wondering, especially since, you know, we are kind of...you know...mates?"
Ratstar paused mid-step at the unexpected question, at first unsure whether he had heard her correctly, before deciding that he in fact had. He glanced in her direction, staring at her with his single eye as if she had grown a second, flower-crown wearing head.
"Poppymask...ya do know Roachie is my ol' man, right? My pa...? My father...?"
"Your w-w-WHAT???!" Poppymask gasped, embarrassed at just how far off based she had been. If she'd been paying any attention at all, it would have been all too easy to figure it out. They were both brown toms, named after R-pests and joined at around the same time. It also explained how close their relationship was, "I mean, I'm just kidding, I totally know that, sweetie!" She leaned into his side so he couldn't see her face, "Yeah, a joke, and you fell for it hook, line and sinker."
Ratstar blinked at her in silent surprise for a few moments, before the corners of his muzzle turned upwards in a knowing grin, and he quickly lifted his front paw to his mouth to hide his soft laughter. "Uh huh, sure ya did," he replied sarcastically in-between chuckles, playfully nudging Poppymask with his shoulder. "Ol' Roachie's gonna love hearing 'bout this one." Instead of waiting for a reply, the Summerclan leader bounded ahead of her, his flower crown of soft white hemlock falling crooked on his head as he picked up the pace to camp.
"Are you making fun of me!?" Poppymask couldn't stand it, that look in his cute, but beady little eye, she just know that he was laughing at her and not her joke and it made her see red. When he took off she stood there fuming for a good ten seconds before she stumbled off after him, going as quickly as her shorter legs could manage, "Don't you dare say anything to him!" Did she just half-admit that she was lying? She didn't care! It was her pride on the line now and she didn't want to be known as the one cat who didn't know Roachpelt's relation to the SummerClan leader.
Hearing her furious call after him, Ratstar glanced over his shoulder to see Poppymask struggling to catch up, running as fast as she possibly could - and keeping up decently well, for a cat not trained or used to sprinting. Her reaction only caused the dusty tabby to grin from ear to ear, laughing out loud as he began to run even faster, his lanky legs making good distance on her as he leapt near-effortlessly over an old log. "Ya gonna have'ta catch me first, darlin'!"
"Don't you dare!" Poppymask threatened, picking up speed although of course she would not stand a chance keeping but with a long-legged, battle-hardened tom like Ratstar. She wasn't cut out for Warrior duties genetically, it wasn't her fault!
The camp's entrance was coming into sight now and her mission was becoming more and more pressing. She hadn't thought exactly what she was going to do, Poppymask was never a step ahead, but it started with keeping Ratstar away from Roachpelt until she got him sorted out, "Watch out for... BEES!!!!! DUCK DOWN! BEEEES!!!!!11!"
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Sept 23, 2020 10:42:03 GMT -5
Roachpelt fancied a walk this morning and was just leaving camp when he heard Poppymask's cry. Startled, the tom fluffed his patchy pelt out and spun around, looking for the apparently apocalyptic swarm of bees. "Where?!" The old cat cried, ducking down as advised and retreating into a nearby bush for protection. "I can't see any bees!"
Post by GidgetGal on Sept 28, 2020 16:04:06 GMT -5
He'd give Poppymask credit where credit was due; what she might lack in athletics she certainly made up for in craftiness. Her shout about bees was so convincing that even the leader faltered in his step, tripping over a tree root and nearly falling flat on his face. Luckily Ratstar had good enough reflexes to recover his footing before he fell, but his momentum sent him flying straight into a nearby bush just outside of camp, his flower crown rolling onto the ground right outside the shrub. Instinctively Ratstar moved to grab the flower crown - Poppymask would not be happy if he ruined it so soon after she made it, even if it was technically her fault - but then he noticed the cat ducking right beside him in the bush, and he grinned. "Well, hey there, Roachie! I was just lookin' for ya!"
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Oct 18, 2020 23:48:22 GMT -5
"Rattie!" Roachpelt straightened up valiantly, courage coursing through him when he saw the bee's victim, claws out and batting at the hovering beasts that must be swarming Ratstar by now, "don't worry, I'll make quick work of 'em." Bees that he couldn't see. After several more brave attempts to dispatch the bees he finally lowered his paw uncertainly, "did I scare 'em all off?"
Poppymask could tell by a few confused clanmates' sideways glances that her rouse was up. She shouldn't have been surprised. It didn't take long for someone to use their eyes, ears and nose to recognize that there were in fact no bees at all. So, she stopped hollering and gave her chest a few licks, doing her best to look totally innocent. Crisis averted. For now.
Where was Roachpelt!?
In the confusion she had instigated, she'd seen a few cats duck and hide, but they'd moved so fast, she couldn't really tell who it was or where they all went. Closing her eyes, Poppymask really, really focused her sense of smell. She was a skilled garden keeper, after all! Tacking him down should be easy. Nosing around, she turned and headed back toward the camp's entrance, bee-lining it toward the bush Ratstar and Roachpelt were currently inhabiting. She found Roachpelt first.
"Roachie! Hey, just who I was looking for!" Poppymask said, putting her nose right up to his. She either truly didn't see Ratstar or was in denial that he was literally not even a fox-length away, "There are some nasty rumors swirling around SummerClan and I wanted to set the record straight. I totally always knew you were Ratstar's dad and if someone tells you different then he's got bees for brains."
"Bees for brains, huh? That's powerful irony comin' from ya...honey," Ratstar let out a very loud purr of laughter, padding over to Roachpelt's side and resting his tail on the elder's shoulder, still trying to catch his breath from the sprint. "Like I even have t' tell ya this, Roachie, but don' believe a word comin' outa her mouth. My darlin' Poppymask figured it out not even five minutes ago, and by figured it out, I mean I had t' tell 'er." Smirking triumphantly, he suddenly leaned forward to lick his mate right between her eyes. "Gals as pretty as you shouldn't bee tellin' lies...sweetheart."
"Why I never..." She huffed and puffed, looking anywhere but at the two toms in question, at a loss for words for once in her life. Eventually Poppymask swatted at Ratstar sort of like how a cat would swat at a fly, no claws or power behind it but her intentions were clear.
