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If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Feb 10, 2021 22:28:41 GMT -5
Havenpaw squirmed under her mothers tongue as she smoothed the last bit of fur into place "Now you look like a proper lady" Silverfringe murmmered looked over her handy work that she had put onto Havenpaw's pelt very carefully. Her mother was always doing this Havenpaw don't chew with you mouth open. Havenpaw stay out of the mud. Havenpaw don't bully you brother. Nonsense... Havenpaw huffed "Mom enough is enough, I look fine" she jerked out of her mother's grasp running out of the entrance without even a glance backwards.
Havenpaw debated on not even going on her date, the whole thing was stupid anyway. She didn't want a boyfriend, and besides none of the boys liked her any way. They all said that she wasn't girly enough for them not that she really cared about their opinion. She knew who she was and she was happy. Thats all that mattered, the other cats could take their opinions and shove them away.
However her natural curiosity got the better of her as she snuck towards their meeting place. What poor sap had they paired her up with? meow
Saltpaw sat awaiting his date in what he thought was a very masculine and enticing pose, although the degree to which he was sticking his chest out was not entirely comfortable and what he thought was a sexy smolder actually came across as a rather pained expression. Nevertheless, he had groomed his white and orange pelt into immaculate perfection and had gathered a respectable bouquet of flowers that he held clamped in his jaws - girls liked flowers, he had definitely heard that somewhere. He was ready to woo what would no doubt turn out to be a very sweet and eligible young lady, paw-picked for him, and to make the Sun God proud by popping out some kits, preferably by the end of the romance festival and then Bloodystar would be incredibly proud of him and he would become one of his most trusted advisors. Yes, Saltpaw was definitely going to win the romance festival. No matter what.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Feb 11, 2021 0:10:06 GMT -5
Havenpaw nearly gagged when she laid down upon her supposed date. The way he was sitting with his his chest puffed out awkwardly and the bouquet of flowers. Nope. Her mind was made up up, she would rather deal with her angry mother than go within a 10 feet radius of the vomit inducing scene before her. The apprentice reminded her far to much of her stuck up snobs that she called her brothers and flowers? How cliche could you get?
Trying to be sneaky, she turned to leave without him ever knowing that she was here. He didn't know whom he had been set up with, and it would be best if he never did. However she turned so quickly that it sent a pebble flying across the sand that landed with a plot. The she-cat muttering a string of curses under her breath as she heard footsteps approaching [Again I apologize XD She is a handful.. I think he would like Vintagepaw better but she is already set up XD]
it's okay someone needs to take him down a peg anyway
The pebble sprayed sand into Saltpaw's face as it landed, snapping him unceremoniously out of a very nice daydream in which Bloodystar was heaping praise on him for being so dedicated to the Sun God, and the girlfriend he was sure to acquire today was... well, she would have to be dealing with the kits somewhere in the background. He would be lying if he said his heart didn't sink a little when he looked up and spotted the culprit. Havenpaw did not exactly have the best reputation. But quitting was for dirty crows and MoonClanners, he reminded himself, and steeled himself to walk right into Havenpaw's wrath.
"Haffeffaw!" he called, momentarily forgetting that his jaws were otherwise occupied. Scrambling to catch up to her before she disappeared from their date altogether, he crossed the clearing with haste and laid his bouquet down at her feet, noticing with a flash of annoyance that several of the petals were marred by flecks of sand from Havenpaw's little pebble accident. "Hi, Havenpaw," he greeted now that his mouth was free to talk, doing his best to project a light and breezy aura. "I got you some flowers."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Feb 11, 2021 23:09:52 GMT -5
"mouse dung, son of fox-heart, shade-walking fool" Havenpaw muttered under breathe along with several other select words, knowing it was to late to escape now without hurting the pompous tom's puny feelings or whatever. She had been trying to work on being nicer, but this had pushed her past her limit of patience "Look thanks for the effort, but I think we both know this isn't going any where" she straightened up, refusing to let this situation get under her skin "I only came out of curiosity, and now that my question has been answered I will be leaving. No offense but a tom like you couldn't keep up with the likes of a girl like me"
She turned to leave anyway, leaving the flowers where he had sat them "So go and find yourself another date"
The romantic posturing that Saltpaw had so carefully crafted crumbled away, leaving the red hot fire of anger to burn its way through his veins in its place. A tom like him? What did that mean? "Hey!" he bounded after Havenpaw, unintentionally trampling his own flowers underfoot, but he had all but forgotten about them already anyway. "What do you mean by a tom like me? I come from a perfectly respectable pureblood family, you could do a lot worse than me! I'm not going to just go and find another date, because I didn't find you in the first place, Bloodystar did!" Closing the distance between them and drawing ahead, he swerved in front of her to cut off her path. "And, no offense, but if I was going to set myself up I wouldn't have picked you either. Maybe it's just me but I think it's a little disrespectful to just walk out on a date that the High Priest set up for you himself. What are you going to do, go back to camp and tell Bloodystar that you just had to leave because your judgment is just oh-so-much better than his?"
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Feb 12, 2021 0:25:29 GMT -5
Havenpaw kept calm and cool, even when the tom got in her face ranting about how rude she was while in fact being very rude himself only proving her point "Fine, I will tell you exactly what I am talking about but you are not going to like the answer that I give you" she mused, taking her time and letting the tom fume for a little longer while her fur remained flat, a mischievous glint in her eyes "I'm talking about toms who only see she-cats as kit makers, that only belong in their nursery. Toms that are so full of themselves that the can't recognize their own faults, and push their insecurities onto those around them. You are just like all the rest, and I want nothing to do with you"
She stepped to the side walking past the tom, not afraid to shoulder him as she passed "As for Bloodystar, hes nothing more than a pretender. The real High Priestess is my grandmother Littlestar. His opinion is about as useful as the bugs I squash under my feet"
Saltpaw's jaw dropped. Heresy! He was so blown away by the audacity of calling their noble leader "just a pretender" that he didn't even argue with her totally accurate rude and uncalled for denouncement of his character. "Well in that case," he huffed, whirling to stalk off in the direction of camp. "Maybe I'll just go and tell Bloodystar that you think he's a worthless bug, and then he can set me up with somebody who has a little respect!"
