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Post by MorteAutumnal on Sept 13, 2020 14:39:25 GMT -5
Jaguarpaw strolled out of the apprentice den with all the confidence her pure lineage awarded her. All the allure of her great great grandmother before her and all the tenacity her father's attitude gave to her through blood, whoever he was. She just remembered Dyinglight telling her she acted like him. Some unknown WinterClan Tom from back in the day that happened upon her mother while the group came into the territory to seduce WinterClan cats and keep the kits at least half WinterClan. But since her mother had been one hundred percent WinterClan, so too was Jaguarpaw.
The tall light colored savannah she-cat sat in a patch of sunlight as she awaited her mentor so they could go out on the morning patrol. She was always punctual. A good apprentice should be.
Bones was completing a humiliating task of cleaning out the nursery. From the corner of his eye, he could see Jaguarpaw standing beautiful in the sunlight. Or decent-looking. Whatever. He had been a prisoner for a little while now and it didn't seem like he'd be promoted to warrior anytime soon. He kind of felt embarrassed to be doing these small tasks in front of her while she went around and did important things like patrolling. Bones could only go when he was told to.
His brow wrinkled in frustration and he kept up the task, looking away from the student. He was stuck in this stupid clan now and she hadn't showed him any attention since they'd arrived at the camp. The gray and white tom grabbed at a piece of soiled bedding angrily and ignored her right back. Why had he let himself come? It was so foolish.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Oct 15, 2020 19:04:45 GMT -5
Unknown to him she stood just behind him now. "What did that bedding tldo to you?" She laughed as she watched him. The sun dappled her fur and made her eyes light up with the golden streaks within them as she smiled at him.
Jaguarpaw looked so pretty in this lighting. He kept that thought to himself, thank you very much. Bones scowled, his typical expression when he showed any emotion. "It looked at me wrong," he said in a clipped tone. Something about this she-cat made him want to joke around with her instead of being his typical gruff, defensive self. It felt weird but nice. And that nice feeling was exactly what had him in such a bad mood.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Oct 29, 2020 20:59:00 GMT -5
She laughed again. "Well remind me never to look at you wrong then." She said. "I was just about to go with the morning patrol but they asked me to go on a hunting trip....would you like to join me?" She asked him.
Bones cracked a smile at her banter. Stupid pretty she-cat. "I suppose I could do with getting out of the prison for a change," he replied, trying to keep his scowl-ing composure after slipping. MorteAutumnal
