ashpaw
ThunderClan
Posts: 2
Age: 8 moons
Gender: male
Mentor: coalgaze
Played By: crescendo
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Post by ashpaw on Jul 16, 2015 3:48:10 GMT -5
ashpaw
they say your head can be a prison !
Ashpaw was--in what was likely the least unlikely plot twist of his entire life--in a very poor mood. The apprentice was clearly grinding his teeth, just about ready to claw the ears off of the next cat that crossed his path. Or he would do that, if he was willing to stop to such pathetic measures as tearing appendages off of cats that annoyed him. That would be a lot of cats, and besides, they wouldn't be able to hunt for themselves very well if they couldn't hear. So he'd leave their ears on, for now.
"Peh," Ashpaw spat, arching his back in a stretch and squinting amber eyes up at the sky. The tom's heart was beating fast with his irritation, and he knew that he was probably angrier than he ought to be. In fact, what had happened was insignificant--menial even. So menial that he had forgotten--he, with all his powers of observation and memory--what had ticked him off in the first place. Not that he was being an idiot, it was just unimportant so his brain had abandoned the memory of it altogether.
"Which is why it's stupid," Ashpaw snarled, flexing his claws furiously, "That I'm still angry about it."
At this rate he was going to prove himself as dunderheaded as the average member of his Clan. Ashpaw groaned inwardly at the thought, sinking his claws into the green grass underpaw. The forest overhead didn't seem to care much about Ashpaw's anger, birds soared cheerfully over his head singing their songs to their mates. Uncatchable, he wouldn't even bother putting forth the effort to consider it. If Ashpaw had been out here hunting he would have been a little quieter, he didn't care about anything else.
Get over it mouse-brain! You've already made yourself forget it, Ashpaw sat down and rasped his tongue furiously over his shoulder and squinted his eyes. At least he managed to slip out of camp for a bit. The apprentice thought he might rip his own tail off if he had to sit around and listen to the drivel of conversation that shot around camp. Ugh.
notes: im pretty sure this character is going to anime-boy "tch" at some point in his life
wc: 360
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silverflower
ThunderClan
Posts: 14 
Rank: Queen
Age: 32 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Crush: Starlingflight
Played By: Boggs
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Post by silverflower on Jul 18, 2015 7:24:56 GMT -5
If there was one thing that no one could grasp, it was how Silverflower, of all cats, had given birth to such an angry little tom like Ashpaw. Unfortunately, Silverflower herself didn’t understand it, and what was more? Sometimes she chose not to see it at all. The dapple-coated she-cat paused quite abruptly when her son’s voice filtered through the underbrush, and her ears swiveled in his direction. Where was his mentor? Had they sent him out here by himself?
What if there had been a fox, or a badger? Or a rogue cat?
Indignant panic twisted inside of her stomach for a moment until she was able to take a deep breath to calm herself and settle her nerves. Ashpaw was her son, and even if he had been sent out here alone, he was very capable.
It was another thing that she didn’t understand. How she had birthed someone so smart.
Quietly, Silverflower crept through the ferns, slipping between two saplings as she drew nearer to her son. Of all of her kits, Ashpaw was the one that eluded her the most. She worried often as to if she had done her job well enough as a mother. Certainly not, if he was always so upset and cross with everyone… She was never sure whether she should feel pride or shame. That was what bothered her the most.
”O-oh, Ashpaw!” Silverflower mewed warmly as she ‘happened’ upon the grey furred tom cat. She made no mention of having overheard the tail-end of his self-talk, thinking perhaps that would merely sour his moods even further. For a moment, she struggled with what to say, but the excited chirping of the birds as they whipped through the tree tops gave her the excuse that she needed, ”Come to try your luck with the nests? It’s a good time to do it,” she said, flicking her eyes up towards the brown twists of twigs and brambles and the little peeps sounding out from more than just one, ”I never was very good at climbing…” she admitted absently, trying to avoid looking too often at her stocky son.
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ashpaw
ThunderClan
Posts: 2
Age: 8 moons
Gender: male
Mentor: coalgaze
Played By: crescendo
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Post by ashpaw on Jul 18, 2015 21:58:48 GMT -5
ashpaw
they say your head can be a prison !
Silverflower had not managed to scare him--that was not the reason his pelt was suddenly bristling and he was definitely not in denial. He just hadn't expected her to be here, and he wasn't an idiot. If she went and decided to get all motherly on him then she was going to get him in trouble for being out here alone. It had nothing at all to do with the fact that he had been surprised. That would suggest she had one up on him or something, like she had defeated him. Or something like that. Ashpaw flattened his ears against his skull and whirled around nevertheless. A young cat he may have been, but he was perfectly certain that he could outwit any stupid rogue that would bumble into his path.
As it were, it had just been his mother. Ashpaw struggled to get his fur to lie flat and sat down with a loud snort of disgust. He didn't bother to disguise his irritation at having his "me" time intruded on, Ashpaw was not a cat that cared strongly for tact after all. He watched his mother with narrowed eyes, very obviously cross. Silverflower may have raised him, but she was not an exception to his attitude--sometimes, he thought he'd like to be able to treat her a little better. Or any of the cats around him, but that was foolish. A waste of effort and strength.
"Silverflower," Ashpaw grumbled a sort of greeting, barely dipping his head at the she-cat and narrowing his eyes. The young tom's eyes drifted toward the branches overhead, following her gaze with a cross flick of his tail. He arched a whisker, trying to picture himself in the undignified position of scrambling up the trees to raid a bird's nest for a few eggs. A tasty treat though, admittedly. The rest of the Clan would be pretty impressed if he could manage to bring some bird eggs home.
Not that he needed their approval. He snorted.
"I guess I could," the stocky young tomcat meowed, arching his thick tail high over his head. He squared his shoulders and strode toward the tree, twitching both ears and keeping a keen eye out for the parent birds. If they divebombed him in front of his mother it would be a humiliating moment. He snorted, glancing over his shoulder to peer at his mother, "Do you want some eggs? They probably taste good."
The words were gruff, but very nearly thoughtful. He turned away from the trunk before taking several pawsteps. A running start was preferred for tree climbing, and he barreled toward the tree before launching himself at the bark. He caught himself with a grunt, claws digging into the bark and his tail lashing back and forth with something like satisfaction, "It'd probably be more prudent to leave them. They'll grow up and become birds and better prey later, but I bet the eggs taste good. Probably better than stringy bird anyway. Wait there, I'll get some for you Silverflower."
notes: ashpaw omfg
wc: 509
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