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"So, Raggedpaw. Which one of us is gunna touch it first?"
Coralpaw eyed the abandoned monster with a mix of awe and trepidation, silently daring it to spring to life. She'd heard about this thing when she was a kit, and it had been her number one priority to visit it ever since. Now that she was an apprentice she was slightly more free from the cursed shackles that bound her to Jetstar's authority, and she was free to leave camp to experience it for herself. And she'd taken Raggedpaw along too, just in case the monster suddenly got hungry.
"I heard that there's a ghost stuck in the monster's belly, and touching the monster makes the ghost curse you!" she said, just to give the situation higher stakes. She couldn't remember the actual story she'd heard about it, but...well, that one seemed folksy enough that she might've heard it.
Likewise, Raggedpaw had heard stories, though she didn't remember those stories aligning with the tale Coralpaw spun. Which meant her clanmates were liars. "I don't wanna be cursed," she said to her friend, unaware that she was the meatshield in this situation and likely had no free will to really decide. But Coralpaw was the bravest, smartest cat she knew! She couldn't look like a scared kit. Not here, not now.
"But," she continued, "it's just a story, right?" She gulped loudly and advanced one shaky step at a time toward where the beast slumbered. It felt like any moment it might spring to life, open its ginormous jaws, and swallow her right up.
At the very same moment she touched the cold exterior, a ghoulish voice caused her to backpedal until she was crouched behind Coralpaw. "Who dares disturb the monster's sleep? Their soul is MINE."
"Get out in front of me, smoothbrain!" Coralpaw hissed, pushing Raggedpaw in front of her. On one paw, this was exactly what Coralpaw had been hoping for--an exciting afternoon out with her friend-slash-meatshield, packed to the brim with adventure and a lifetime of stories to tell her future offspring. On the other paw, OH HELL, OH NO, THERE WAS A GHOST AFTER THEM, WHY HAD ANYONE LET HER DO THIS.
"Mister or missus ghost!" Coralpaw huffed, puffing her chest up in an attempt to exude an aura of confidence that she didn't feel. "This is the one, right beside me!"
"I'm sorry!" squeaked a pitiful Raggedpaw. She shook and she shivered, she trembled and quivered; her paws covered her face, which was pressed as deeply into the dirt as possible without her ostriching herself. "I'm so sorry! Please don't eat my soul!" She had just wanted to impress Coralpaw, and for what?! Now her soul was going to get eaten by the monster ghost!
Well, it had been quite some time since she'd been around to have some fun. Invisible (currently) to the apprentices, Mayhemstar lounged lazily on top of the monster, sizing up its unwitting prey. They looked pretty young, reminded her of herself when she was wet behind the ears; 'twas about time someone let them experience real fear. Mustering up her deepest, most menacing voice, she boomed: "YOU HAVE WOKEN ME FROM A BILLION MOON SLUMBER. YOU HAVE BROKEN THE SEAL THAT KEPT MY EVIL CONTAINED. PREPARE TO LOSE YOUR SOULS."
Coralpaw’s eyes bugged out as the ghostly voice sounded out, seemingly right in her ear. True, she'd come to the monster with the goal of meeting a ghost in mind, but the ghost killing her had never been on the table for her. Now she was stuck with Raggedpaw in her final moments and their souls were about to be eaten...
...Wait, that didn’t sound right.
“Hang on, what was that about souls? Plural? With a little s on the end?” Coralpaw growled. “Listen, only one of us touched your ancient jacked-up monster, and it wasn’t me. Why are you taking my soul too?!”
"Listen here you lil snot." Suddenly, the voice was a little less spooky, a little less composed. Coalesced out of thin air, a star-smattered white cat stood nose-to-nose with Coralpaw, obviously aggravated by her attitude. "Who's the StarClan cat here? You? No? Didn't think so. I am, and I decide whose soul gets eaten and whose doesn't. So shuddup, sit back, and let me do my thing."
Coralpaw blinked as the ghost came to stand nose-to-nose with her, though the brief flash of outright terror she felt was soon replaced by the adolescent rage of a bruised ego. "Oh yeah? You wanna eat our souls? Come and get them! It's not like you have anything better to do, right? Since, y'know, you're dead?"
Lamely backtalking a soul-eating ghost was probably one of her worst ideas yet, but if she was going to die right here, then she would at least die with her dignity intact. Well, mostly intact. "Raggedpaw!" she hissed. "Hurry up and say something badass or this ghost is gonna think we're a pair of chumps!"
Raggedpaw, having continued to cower behind Coralpaw, pulled her head out of the dirt with a great amount of effort. Glistening eyes looked upon the shimmering form of Mayhemstar, the apprentice attempting to muster up her bravest face, but her bravado was quickly doused as the ghost turned colorless eyes on her, inciting a shrill "At least we'll die together, Coralpaw, I love you!"
Well, that wasn’t very badass of her, Coralpaw thought weakly, but her mind was somewhere else. Raggedpaw loved her? As what? A friend, a sister? Or something more?
But why?
It wasn’t like Coralpaw didn’t know what those words meant. She’d heard it plenty of times before, from queens in the nursery talking to their kits, mates whispering to themselves after the sun had set.
But this was the first time anyone had said it to her.
Coralpaw hated to admit it, but she knew she was somewhat behind her peers when it came to emotional intelligence. Recognising how she felt and why she was feeling it were not her strong suit, and so she resorted to anger and bravado most of the time simply because it was easier than having to be reminded of the fact that she just didn’t measure up. It would take weeks, maybe even moons, for her to sort through her feelings and give Raggedpaw an honest reply—and even then, maybe she wouldn’t be able to work up the courage to be honest.
There was one honest thing Coralpaw could say right now, though.
“...Thanks,” she said blankly, and turned to the ghost. “Do you mind?”
Flustered, the spirit of Mayhemstar sputtered "O-oh, excuse me" and averted her eyes, whistling and pretending to observe something really interesting in the sky.
Raggedpaw's ears burned. "Uhh, you're welcome?" That wasn't the grandiose reaction she'd expected, if she were honest. They did not run beneath a waterfall or gaze at each other across the water, there was no hill for them to tumble down and lead to a bashful embrace, and there was no background music asking the readers of this roleplay if they could feel the love tonight. Because she couldn't! feel! the love!! TONIGHT!!!!
Coralpaw's eyes narrowed as she sized up Raggedpaw's reaction. Well, she'd obviously screwed up somewhere down the line, but she couldn't take back something she'd already said. Now she had to go and do damage control because of her big damn mouth.
At least the ghost seemed to have taken the hint. Jeez.
"You look upset," Coralpaw said, very astutely and eloquently. "I mean. Thanks is a nice phrase, isn't it? I was being nice. For once."
"Well, I..." Raggedpaw wasn't sure how to break the news to Coralpaw. How would she react? It scared her that she didn't know. After all, it wasn't every day that this kind of bomb got dropped. "I just needed you to know before....before I told you the rest."
Despite her efforts, Mayhemstar couldn't resist eavesdropping. Was it considered eavesdropping if she was right next to them? And dead?
"Well, uh..." Coralpaw gave an aside glance to the ghost, who was apparently feeling a little less murderous, and blinked. "You told me, didn't you?" She shifted uncomfortably. "So now you can tell me the rest. Whatever that is."
Coralpaw didn't speak for several moments. When she did, her voice was more composed than she thought it ever possibly could be, gven the circumstances. "Raggedpaw," she said, "Raggedpaw, Raggedpaw, Raggedpaw. What. Does. That. MEAN?!" It wasn't like Coralpaw was an expert in biology or whatever, but weren't there certain...things a she-cat had to do to get pregnant? With a certain type of cat? A certain type of cat that wasn't Coralpaw? Had Coralpaw been wrong about the facts of life this whole time? And why was that stupid ghost still lurking around during what was clearly a private moment?!
Raggedpaw didn't think she would have to explain the science behind her newly revealed pregnancy to Coralpaw since her friend was so smart and all. But she supposed she was having an off day, so she said, "It means we-- you 'n me-- are gonna be parents, Coralpaw. Y'know, little mes and little yous running around. Like us when we were kits but like...combined. Yknow?"
The ghost had left for a moment, to their great relief, but she returned with a lawn chair and popcorn.
Coralpaw rested a paw on Raggedpaw's forehead. She didn't seem to be running a fever, so Coralpaw took that same paw and rested it on her own forehead instead, which felt roughly the same temperature. Another thing occured to her just then--she'd been so surprised at the revelation that she had apparently fathered a litter of kittens that she didn't stop to think about Raggedpaw being pregnant in the first place. Her own opinions on the matter aside, Clans didn't traditionally look upon pregnant apprentices with much favour, particularly if the father was an outsider. And thanks to the way Raggedpaw had just gone and shouted it out, half the forest could know by now.
"Who have you been talking to?" she demanded, grabbing Raggedpaw by the shoulders. "I--toms, I mean. Did you, uh, spend some time with a tom recently? Servalpaw? That jerk from the gathering? A stranger? I'm gonna need a list of all the toms you've--okay, this is getting ridiculous. Mrs Ghost!" Coralpaw hissed, suddenly turning to Mayhemstar. "Instead of just sitting there uselessly like a saggy sack of bones, why don't you help me out?!"
Mayhemstar was shocked that she was addressed. To her it really felt like an actor breaking the fourth wall, she being the aggravating audience member that had to get up six separate times because she couldn't get snacks and go to the dirtplace and respond telepathically to her StarClan pals at the same time. By now anyway, they had all heard of the showing and bought some last minute tickets, faces like Redstar of MoonClan, Nirvanawing of FallClan, and even the WinterClan tyrant Hazestar all gathered with Mayhemstar's spirit, mostly fighting over popcorn. "Oh, don't mind us. We aren't here," she waved her off.
Raggedpaw was just insulted that Coralpaw did not appear to believe her. "Coralpaw!" She shook her friend urgently. "I haven't been spending time with anyone except you." There was that one time where she went to the party by herself, but she'd only talked to Solarpaw a little. And that other time where she and Servalpaw got attacked by bees when they threw rocks at the hive, but that wasn't exactly romantic either. And that other time but that wasn't important! "Coralpaw, they're yours. Remember last week when we accidentally touched tails? It was around then I noticed it," she said, very convincingly.
Coralpaw rolled her eyes and turned away from the menagerie of ghosts, vaguely disgusted. "Useless pieces of..." she muttered, then shook her head.
"Alright Raggedpaw, I'll give you some credit and believe that some time last week we did actually touch tails because I definitely don't remember that," she replied, "but think about this, Raggedpaw. Reeeeallyyyyyy think about it, Rags. If you're telling me this because you want me to experience the joys of fatherhood, then shouldn't you want...um, the real father to experience that also?"
Coralpaw had a point but she could have been talking to a brick wall where her friend was concerned, a stubborn denial festering strongly in her. "There isn't a real father, Coralpaw!" How many times did they have to go over this? Certainly Coralpaw was a lot smarter than this.
