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doveflight
RiverClan
Posts: 3
Rank: Elder
Age: 12
Gender: Bigender
Played By: Pumpkin
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Post by doveflight on Jun 8, 2015 1:00:12 GMT -5
Doveflight lived a productive life. Their schedule was absolutely packed with things to do, little chores that they just had to see to to ensure that the clan did not fall to chaos and mayhem. Or, well, boredom. Their morning was spent lounging in a warm patch of grass that the sun hit just right, fur groomed and luscious. They made sure to sneer at passing apprentices, lips lifted to expose their fangs in a feline smile. Perhaps a part of the silent elder envied their peers, longed to walk beside them and learn to hunt and swim and fight. But how did envy serve them? Poorly, they supposed - acting like a sour bellied kit would hardly bring them what they were lacking.
Besides, they couldn't deny that they enjoyed their more relaxed life. Perhaps another cat would feel shame about this.
The brief hours during the dawn patrol were spent watching the kits as the queens shared tongues and stretched their legs and during such time they instructed the kits on how exactly to sneak insects into the nests of the warriors. They judged that the kits under their watchful eye were delighted by this lesson, from the way they tumbled about in pursuit of the water beetles that crawled out of the river and onto the grassy shore that the camp occupied.
After the queens returned and the apprentices and warriors returned to the camp, Doveflight found something new to do. They were lounging outside of the warriors den now, ears perked and blue eyes set on the den. It was perhaps an obvious position, one that implied their paw in the chaos that would soon unfold. But what did Doveflight care? If anything, the white cat delighted in the thought that they would be discovered as the imp behind the beetles and the manipulation of the innocent kits.
Besides, then everyone would be able to admire their lovely grooming.
The smug feline flicked their tail and stretched, letting out a dragged, tuneless sound of pleasure as their spine popped and the tension in their hips loosened. Now all they had to do was wait.
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pebbletongue
RiverClan
Posts: 4 
Rank: Warrior
Age: 31 Moons
Gender: Tom
Crush: Open - Toms
Apprentice: Open
Played By: Boggs
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Post by pebbletongue on Jun 9, 2015 10:08:46 GMT -5
Pebbletongue was many things, but ‘kit-friendly’ was not among them.
He tried to be patient with the little rats, he truly did, but they seemed to make it a point never to be understood, and their sharp little nails were constantly tugging at his tail, trying to get the talkative tom cat to tell stories or reveal the secrets of his warrior life to them. Unreceptive to such things, Pebbletongue often hissed and lashed his tail until it was free of kittens, and then sent rueful glares to the Queens that should have been minding them. It always seemed to take extra grooming to get that kitten smell off of his fur, and just how was he supposed to hunt for the clan if the prey smelled him and Riverclan’s kits all the way from the veiled trees?
All these thoughts and more came to the grey and white tom as he returned from a hunting patrol. He had caught two fish, but they had been deposited into the kill pile. Ready for a lengthy and well deserved nap in the quiet of the warrior’s den, the patchy-furred warrior sashayed his way over—only to find kits from the nursery giggling as they tumbled free from the den. The pale figure of Doveflight was not far off—but the tom paid them little mind at first. Suspicious and with his mood soured rather quickly, Pebbletongue narrowed his eyes before slowly making his way inside of the den and over to his nest.
If those kits had been playing in his bedding, he was going to ensure they ate nothing but stringy crows until they were warriors, and he’d tear all of their fur out in—
Something began to crawl over the top of his paw, and Pebbletonge’s lips pursed. He knew what it was without looking, but for the benefit of the clan, Pebbletongue refused to look for as long as possible. One little leg after the next, the beetle crawled higher and higher on his leg until the handsome tom was forced to look down at it.
He hated bugs.
A strangled, furious snarl sounds out from inside of the warrior’s den, and the finicky tom makes short work of stomping his soft nest to smitherines, hearing the sickening crunch of bug carapaces all the while. Flustered and irritable, Pebbletongue pushed his way free of the den once more—only to be face to face with Doveflight.
He stared for a time, and the gears kept turning in his mind. He had bug guts, dirt, and nesting materials clinging to the too-soft fur of his paws, and every bit of his friendly, amicable, outgoing nature had drained out along with the beetle guts onto the den’s floor.
The worst part of all of it, from Pebbletongue’s perspective, was that even if he yelled and threw such the fit that he wanted to—it wouldn’t do any good. Doveflight wouldn’t even hear what he had to say, and no amount of venom in his tone could fix that.
”I just want to claw that smug look off of your pale little face,” Pebbletongue spat, his fur ruffling as his displeasure rolled off of him in waves.
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doveflight
RiverClan
Posts: 3
Rank: Elder
Age: 12
Gender: Bigender
Played By: Pumpkin
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Post by doveflight on Jun 9, 2015 23:58:54 GMT -5
Doveflight just couldn't resist themself. A rusty purr rumbled out of their throat as they watched the first of their victims enter the warrior's den, no doubt already suspicious of the mischief Doveflight and their little gang of wretches had committed. That tom, Doveflight knew, was one of the clever ones. They could tell because their father didn't go all laugh-eyed and crinkly muzzled around him, like there was some kind of joke in the presence of the other tom. That was a good thing, Doveflight thought privately as they drew broad strokes of their tongue over the fluff of their chest, because the clever ones were always so much more fun to torment. There was something more satisfying about watching them crack and give in to anger.
Pebbletongue was approaching rapidly. Doveflight rolled over and exposed the white expanse their belly to the tom, paws outstretched towards the feet of the warrior and blue eyes quizzically staring up into that furious gaze. "Prrrlp?" Doveflight questioned, a little hiccup in the steady, broken-motor hum of their purr. It seemed like Pebbletongue was saying something and certainly saying it with force - Doveflight's gaze focused on the intake of breath and the way Pebbletongue's whiskers quivered as the tom spoke. Doveflight could not hear the words, but the intent was taken quite in paw.
They had made Pebbletongue angry. This caused an uptick in their purring. A slow swish of their tail and an affectionate, sluggish blink of their eyes at the tom.
What should they do next? What would be the beetle on top of the freshkill pile, the insult upon insult? What would bring Pebbletongue beyond angry words and into something much more exciting and entertaining? Maybe the tom would consent to playing chase with Doveflight. The thought made a shiver of delight run down the pale feline's spine. It was fun when the warriors gave up on their facade of being serene and responsible and acted like kits once in awhile.
The plan popped into Doveflight's mind fully formed. There was only one thing to do. They reached out with one soft paw and gently pressed pink paw pads against Pebbletongue's nose. The white feline batted their eyes at Pebbletongue, as if the sheer audacity of the move could possibly be topped.
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pebbletongue
RiverClan
Posts: 4
Rank: Warrior
Age: 31 Moons
Gender: Tom
Crush: Open - Toms
Apprentice: Open
Played By: Boggs
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Post by pebbletongue on Jun 17, 2015 21:48:43 GMT -5
The more pleased that deaf little shit started to look with themselves, the more Pebbletongue began to hate them. The feeling would pass, as it always did once he had time to cool off and settle his frayed, delicate nerves, but for now—he felt a deep, bitter hatred for Doveflight and everything about the pretty young cat. Wrinkling his lips as the white cat’s purrs grew louder, Pebbletongue shook his head and let his hackles rise in response.
”It’s not funny! It took me four days to gather that much moss,” Pebbletongue began to protest, but cut himself off just as quickly, groaning in frustration and letting an irritable shudder course through his entire body. It didn’t seem to occur to him that his fit was merely fueling the fire—Pebbletongue had always been one to make a scene. ”I don’t know why I’m even trying to explain this to you,” he quipped, a useless amount of venom lacing his tongue. For a moment, it looked as though the fluffy tom was going to find something else to rant about, but then a white paw slowly extended itself and touched his face.
And in that moment, he decided he hated things touching his face.
”Would you stop that?!” Pebbletongue yowled in protest, batting at the air beside Doveflight’s head with one of his forepaws—only barely remembering to keep his claws sheathed. He didn’t want to hurt them—but the younger cat made it very difficult not to picture him covered in fox dung more often than not.
It was the last straw. This was something that he couldn’t abide by. He had to do something, but what?
”I- I’m…! I’m—telling your father!” Pebbletongue spat indignantly, lashing his bristling tail from side to side as he stalked right over Doveflight in search of Heronstrike.
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doveflight
RiverClan
Posts: 3
Rank: Elder
Age: 12
Gender: Bigender
Played By: Pumpkin
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Post by doveflight on Jun 20, 2015 21:12:02 GMT -5
unfortunately for pebbletongue, it seemed that his ire only inspired the pale cat to act in an even more irritating manner. blue eyes narrowed to crafty slits as pebbletongue spoke, gaze fluttering away from his face to track the movement of his tail and limbs. their purr kicked up an octave as they watched pebbletongue tremble with impotent rage. what an absolute delight! they would have to antagonize pebbletongue more often - he was such a treat.
doveflight's eyes widened as a paw swiped the air beside their face - but not in fear so much as surprise and delight.
it was just perfect.
but then everything went wrong for poor doveflight.
the white cat flipped over as pebbletongue stalked away, a baffled mew escaping their throat. the other cat certainly seemed to have a mission in mind and - it all seemed to occur to doveflight at once, as if one horrible wave of realization was crashing over the white cat. there was only one place that cats stalked off to when doveflight had done something wrong. only one cat that they stalked off to.
doveflight surged to their paws and hopped after pebbletongue, ears flattened against their head. surely pebbletongue wouldn't inflict that on them? they were a good cat. the best cat! they didn't deserve this. the white cat picked up the pace so that they were walking beside pebbletongue and drew their cheek against his side, purring pleadingly up at the tom. they stared up at him with big blue eyes, quietly pleading that pebbletongue not do this horrible thing.
there was only one thing doveflight feared in this world.
parental figures.
oh, and being grounded.
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halfpatch
RiverClan
The cold never bothered me anyway...
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Post by halfpatch on Jun 24, 2015 11:13:07 GMT -5
Halfpatch was exhausted, even after the early hours of the morning had passed. Two lackwit apprentices had decided to try some crowfood while patrolling yesterday and woke up in the middle of the night with horrible belly pains. Halfpatch had spent the night between coaxing them to throw up the bad food and trying to force their stomachs to keep the juniper berries he fed them. Both were sent back to their den shortly after dawn, but she’d gone to check on them a few times before deciding some cat could fetch her if anything unexpected happened. With her night’s work done she ate a couple of minnows from the fresh-kill pile and settled down for some belated rest. She was asleep as soon as her head touched her paws, curled beside the den entrance without ever making it to her nest.
Voices woke her dreamless sleep. The tortoiseshell she-cat growled under her breath and opened her eyes. She was close enough that a slight stretch allowed her to see out into the center of the RiverClan camp. The disturbance came not from some alerted patrol, injured cat or other important business, but from bickering cats. Adults, no less! Pebbletongue was stalking across the camp, obviously annoyed, with Doveflight at his side with pleading eyes. It didn’t take any special medicine cat skills of deduction to get a gist of what had occurred, especially if Pebbletongue was bringing Heronstrike’s name up.
Halfpatch shuffled forward so that her cranial half was visible. The sun felt good on her fur, but did nothing to soothe her temper. “Pebbletongue, are you really going to bother the Clan deputy because you can’t handle some cat half your age? If you’re going to act like an apprentice then be as useful as one and go fetch some clean moss.” The moss that formed her patients’ nests was old and now covered in flecks of sick. She was going to have to change it before anyone else fell ill. She shot Doveflight a scornful look that she seemed to save specifically for them and their troublemaking antics. She had very little patience for them and didn’t try to hide their disapproval over the smallest transgressions.
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pebbletongue
RiverClan
Posts: 4
Rank: Warrior
Age: 31 Moons
Gender: Tom
Crush: Open - Toms
Apprentice: Open
Played By: Boggs
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Post by pebbletongue on Jun 24, 2015 20:19:46 GMT -5
With his coat still prickling indignantly—at least, aside from the still gooey patches on his paws that were coated in beetle guts—Pebbletongue didn’t show any signs of slowing down, not even when Doveflight slid up alongside him, purring pleading and begging so pitifully to just… let it go?! The very thought set his blood on fire. How could he? It was more than he could bear. Someone had to pay, and it was going to be—
’ Pebbletongue, are you really going to bother the Clan deputy because you can’t handle some cat half your age?’ The grey and white tom cat whipped his head towards Riverclan’s medicine cat, and his tail shot up high in the air behind him, twitching irritably.
”Yes, Halfpatch, I am!” Pebbletongue returned just as quickly, fixing her with a sulking glare that was a very tell-tale sign that one of his famous ‘episodes’ was not very far off in the making. In fact, with the next breath the handsome cat drew in, the splotchy furred warrior quickly padded in Halfpatch’s general direction, stopping a few fox-lengths away to pace as he… well, there were very few things to call Pebbletongue’s fits other than fits.
”I walk patrols until my paws blister, I hunt until I’m covered with debris blown all the way from Starclan knows where, I selflessly,” Pebbletongue’s eyes shut tightly and he threw his head back as he continued simpering , ”dedicate myself to this clan, and for all of my hard work, for my loyalty—for everything I’ve done,” it seemed to conveniently escape Pebbletongue’s notice that while he wasn’t a poor warrior, the only notable things about him certainly had nothing to do with his work ethic, ”I’m repaid with… with beetles and with messes and, and…” Pebbletongue’s overly sensitive eyes fell on Halfpatch, and the tom began to bristle.
”And mockery!” he exclaimed, tail lashing as Pebbletongue simply fed off of his own behavior. ”I swear, there’s no one in this clan that knows me and… and the work, the effort…” Pebbletongue trailed off, sulking with his ears pulled out to the sides as he padded off to sit with his back turned to the both of them—quite over dramatically, as was well in line with his nature. At this rate, it would be some time yet before he could cool off.
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