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brawling for soup Posted Aug 16, 2021 21:07:53 GMT

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The ginger and scarlet hues that spanned the sky filled Pinkfish with zeal as the young she-cat scampered off on her own along a quiet stretch of drier woodland. The earth was soft, but compact and blanketed with grass and shrubbery, and the air smelled dry and cool despite the summer haze. The northernmost part of NightClan’s territory was higher ground where more woodland prey could be found and Pinkfish knew the hunting would be refreshing after spending her last few days working on the water.

She wove through pine and oak trees as they spattered between some of the others native to DawnClan that Pinkfish was unfamiliar with. The territory was becoming odd, harder and drier on the throat. It sort of burned the tabby to take long breaths as she realized she had climbed a bit higher than anticipated. However, the faint scent of NightClan still lingered here and the queen wouldn’t let something so little as air keep her from hunting where she could.

As if Starclan briefly returned to test her tenacity, a weasel crept out of the undergrowth to taste the air. It seemed to miss Pinkfish as she managed to stealthily tuck her small body behind a blackberry bush, lying in wait. The sweet and savory scents of berries and prey swirled around her head, nearly making the young warrior dizzy at the thought, her belly rumbling to bring the medley to a head. Taking in as deep a breath as she could, the ruddy tabby sprang out and dove after the weasel, bowling over with it trapped in her claws as she rolled a ways over and down a hill deeper into the shade of the DawnClan pine trees.

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 17, 2021 0:18:42 GMT

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(ooc: i've been so excited for this all day)

driftstorm - - -

the crisp evening air invited the dark-coated tom to go for a walk. he was a bit tired from an earlier patrol, but couldn't quite fall asleep. aside from his stark white paws, he blended in with his environment. this made him just the predator for a mouse or some other ground prey. truthfully, the tom shouldn't be out on his own. there was reports of a wolf sighting in dawnclan territory and patrols had doubled in size for safety. however, he let his weak judgement get the best of him and went along anyway. how could he waste a perfect night like this?

because he had at least one brain cell, he decided to steer clear of the mountainous area the wolf would have an advantage in. instead, he cut through to the hilly area with less trees so he would at least have a clear line of sight. fireflies danced in the sky above him. they were like little stars, but a whole lot closer. he gazed past the bugs to the sky, where the real stars were. was it true that starclan had gone silent since the three leaders disappearance? it was only a rumor, but he had to wonder. how did anyone even know if... starclan really existed? for all he knew, it could be some silly kitten-tale to get kits to behave. he shrugged the thought off and continued on his path.

he got nearer and nearer to the border before he stopped. his ears twitched at the sound of tiny weasel paws skittering his way. he crouched and pounced after the rodent, trapping it under his paws. behind the weasel came tumbling a light-furred she-cat reaking of nightclan. "hey!" he shouted at her, fur rising at his scuff. "you're on dawnclan territory! don't they teach apprentices proper border knowledge in nightclan?" he could feel the weasel squirm under his paw and unsheathed his claws, surely killing it. now, he could focus in this intruder here.

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 17, 2021 16:13:00 GMT

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It had seemed luck was not on her side as Pinkfish practically crashed into the bulky side of a dark figure as it loomed over her kill. Instantly, the smaller cream cat hopped back with her silky hackles raised and whipped her mop of a head up to face the newcomer. She had wanted to try and access the situation- it was all happening so fast, too fast- but as the tom’s gravelly growl met her ears, the NightClan warrior’s golden-green gaze blazed like Greek fire. Her throat tightened and threw out a loud yowl, ”ExcUUUSE ME?!” Pinkfish’s lip was curled back sourly as she scowled at Driftstorm, hardly taking the time to note his DawnClan scent. One might have supposed she already was aware based on his comment, or simply didn’t care.

She took a brazen step forward and hissed, “I’m no apprentice! I’ve been a warrior for two moons now!” There was a flash of indignance in her eyes as she continued pointedly, ”And that is my weasel! My claws touched it back on my side of the border!” Her tangled, silky tail lashed back and forth as her claws itched to sink into the ground, though she kept them retracted for now. She sized up her opponent, finally taking in his sharp, piney scent and that unfamiliar cool breeze in the forest. It wasn’t her moist, loamy swamp air and at the base of her tail, Pinkfish could feel a tiny twinge of uh-oh as she realized he wasn’t wrong. But still! She had tackled it on NightClan territory. It wasn’t her fault there was a hill slope there. Regardless, she wouldn’t be able to show her face back in camp, having crossed the border, if she had nothing to show for it. And Eveningstar’s tongue-lashings were the last thing the young she-cat wanted to weather. Again.

Refocusing her attention back onto the DawnClan tom, Pinkfish wondered for a split second if eating birds really made the warriors in the mountains so big and pondered if she’d ever get to steal a taste. She knew she was shorter than most, if not smaller altogether, and it worked to her disadvantage in close combat, but Pinkfish was slippery despite her lacking speed and often leaned on it for her usual scrapping sessions. Her lean muscles flexed beneath her puffed pelt as she attempted to brace herself for whether or not she had the initiative.

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 17, 2021 18:41:26 GMT

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driftstorm - - -

he stifled a laugh and turned his cheek from her. clearly, he had ruffled her coat from that statement, and it was a little entertaining to him. she didn't look that much like an apprentice, maybe from dawnclan, but not a nightclan apprentice. she was shorter than him but just as long, maybe longer. her fur was light and tangly as if she didn't groom very much. however, she still appeared clean, aside from the dirt and grass from the hill she rolled down on. her eyes were greener than his, and very angry at the moment. if he was being honest, she was quite pretty...

driftstorm blinked, focusing his cross-eyed gaze back to normal. he couldn't believe she was claiming the weasel that he just killed was hers, just because she touched it first! "well, i suggest you take your claws back to your territory and your weasels," he warned, "or else you're going to have to worry more about my claws on my territory, and less about my weasel. got it, mousebrain?" the tom grinned. obviously, this would set her off even more, but he didn't care. he was more interested in what would come of this than of the weasel, which he had tucked behind him now. who would have thought his first solo border skirmish would be over this silly looking weasel?

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 17, 2021 19:42:24 GMT

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Pinkfish furrowed her brow in a frown as she cocked her head slightly to one side, wondering why the tom seemed to be grinning rather than exuding the same warning air his words threatened. It was almost as if he were making fun of her. Well, if he hadn’t had the she-cat going before, he did now. The ruddy tabby was seething as she gripped the coarse earth with her claws, biting her lip in agitation.

”Yeah, well make me,” she started to yell, though for a moment, she seemed a bit lost. She quickly recovered, however, and snapped back, ”I’ll show whose weasel it is!” There was almost a whine to her loud proclamation as she dove forward on her belly in an effort to slide under the taller warrior. Less focused on the large tabby frame looming overhead, Pinkfish seemed to have her gaze fixed deviously to the tawny pelt of the limp rodent behind Driftstorm. She lunged for it, but a tangle in her long mane appeared to snag on a root or a part of the undergrowth nearby as she bumped roughly into one of the dark tabby’s legs, groaning in the process.

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 17, 2021 20:16:47 GMT

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driftstorm - - -

the dawnclan warrior was as ready as he could possibly be to fight pinkfish. he dropped himself into a fighting stance as soon as she cried out, but surprisingly enough, she was focused on one thing- the weasel behind him. she flung herself under his belly in order to capture it, but her tangly fur caught on a root. he took advantage of her being stuck and bounced back, positioning his entire body over the rodent. "you'll get this prey over my dead body!" driftstorm grabbed it by the scruff and began running in wide circles around her in an attempt to tire her out. "ih meah, suhly theh ah oher weathls acroth the buhduh-" he tried to speak, but the weasel fur was blocking his mouth. talking while running triggered a gag reflex and he had to spit it out, leaving it wide open at his paws as he spit out it's fur.

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 17, 2021 20:37:08 GMT

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Pinkfish hissed as she spat out grass, shaking her head as she got to her feet. The tabby warrior heaved for a second to regain her breath before rushing after the DawnClan tom jauntily jogging around, teasing her with the prey dangling from his jaws. The height difference would be an issue, but that was a bridge to cross once she was close enough to him. ”Whazzat big guy? You sound like a walking corpse already!”

The she-cat zig-zagged between his paws as Driftstorm paused to cough and gag, it seemed, and dropped the weasel. Pinkfish swiftly grabbed it by the scruff as best as she could without taking the moment to stop. She slid to one side across the slick grass as the evening dew glossed it, and she nearly dropped her prize. Erk! She hoped she hadn’t twisted her paw too badly, but the limb ached dully from where she wrenched it the wrong way to keep from sliding. Breathing thickly through the prey’s warm fur, Pinkfish blinked around in an effort to locate Driftstorm in the dark. She could normally see well enough in the pitch-dark swamp, but all the shiny moonlight blasting into the open clearing was disorienting enough that it took the NightClan cat a moment to gain her bearings after her brief spin.

She caught a glimpse of the dark tabby and gulped. The warrior’s yellow eyes were striking against his features, something she hadn’t been able to notice until they were sprinting in the moonbeams. They ignited something in the she-cat that had her pelt burning from her ears to her tail tip. She jangled the prey in a teasing fashion without realizing it as she lowered somewhat to a playful crouch, back haunches braced to run.

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 17, 2021 21:25:09 GMT

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driftstorm - - -

"blegh! blegh! blegh!" he spat out the remainder of the fur then nearly fell over as the queen dove beneath him for the weasel. driftstorm took a moment to catch his breath and looked around him for the pale she-cat. she had gotten a few tail-lengths away before she slipped on the dewy grass, nearly losing her footing. he noticed a small limp in her step and couldn't help but frown. had she just sprained her paw? just then, their gazes met, and a playful smirk was plastered on her face. the dark tabby tom let out a humorous mrowl and pounced after her head on, hoping to pin her to the ground. that weasel was his, after all, and he wouldn't let her go without a fight!

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 19, 2021 5:52:28 GMT

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She only had a split second to squeak as she locked onto Driftstorm before he was upon her, his broad frame having knocked her back. She collapsed lightly, but it was enough to cause her to drop the weasel in a gasp, the limp morsel suddenly forgotten. Wondering if it was from the stunning closeness of her opponent or the heavy warmth of his scent flooding her senses, Pinkfish felt herself grow dizzy and flush against the cool grass crushed beneath her.

She kicked weakly, not putting up too much of a fight beyond in a feeble display of indignance. Golden-green eyes glinted devilishly under a red fan of fur as the queen huffed a breath, lashing her tail under the dusky tom. She wondered what seemed to spark a fire under the tom who had appeared to come off as laid back as her brother was- had that been why she found it so easy to settle into casual play with a stranger? But now. Now… Her heart was thundering and she wasn’t sure in regards to what sort of danger faced her. But the thrill lured her forward, tickling her ear with whispers of encouragement.

Propping a hind leg up on one of Driftstorm’s legs, Pinkfish gave a bit more of a forceful kick in an effort to throw off the bulky warrior’s balance. She wasn’t sure if her vantage point would be enough, but if anyone asked, they couldn’t say she didn’t try fighting her way out. Halfhearted or not. After all, she wasn’t sure how long she could take being held pinned in such a way with it so cold up in the mountains.

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 19, 2021 17:56:31 GMT

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it was all happening so quickly. one moment, she was slowly escaping with the, now prisoner, weasel, and now she was pinned underneath his sheathed paws. he took a moment and stared down at her, his ears tucked back shyly. pinkfish was distracted and dropped the prey. driftstorm could have easily used an evasive technique and knocked the wind out of her chest and sprinted away with it, but he was... quite mesmerized at the moment. on one paw, he really wanted to bring back that nice, plump weasel back to camp for the elders to enjoy. on the other... he was sparring with a beautiful, feisty queen. the way her eyes shined like moonlight on dewy grass was dazzling. the tangled curls in her fur were quite cute now that he looked at them up close. the she-cats back at camp were pretty, that is true, but there was something about her attitude that drew him in.

"ahem," he cleared his throat as he realized he was hovering over her for too long without actually saying or doing anything. "i believe that weasel is mi-" before he could even finish his sentence, she swiftly kicked, knocking him onto his side. "watch it!" he spat, and turned his head to look at the... empty patch of grass beside them. puzzled, he jumped to his paws and looked all around. "uhh- hey!" a fox-length or two away, the weasel was weakly tip toeing away. at the sound of his voice, it squealed and mustered the last of its strength to dart away. just like that, it escaped, and driftstorm couldn't help but burst into a loud, hearty laughter, so hard that he rolled over in the grass. this whole time, they had been fighting over a weasel that wasn't even dead!

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 22, 2021 6:15:08 GMT

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Pinkfish hadn’t expected Driftstorm to fall over as hard as he did, but as soon as she had launched her leg, the tom had started to speak and it all snowballed. The she-cat winced as he hit the ground and snapped a word of warning, but as his thoughts seemed to trail off abruptly and his gaze locked onto something she couldn’t see from her angle. She struggled to sit up, moving more hurriedly as she heard the DawnClan warrior shout out in distress as he looked around. ”What?” had barely left her lips before she saw it; the weasel’s tail tip slipping into the undergrowth without a trace.

The NightClan she-cat was astonished. She had never before witnessed such a display of tenacity in prey before, but then she supposed there was a first time for everything. Driftstorm’s boisterous laughter pulled a giggle from the shocked look on Pinkfish’s face as the expression melted into one red with tears of laughter. She cackled and roared as she joined her ‘opponent’ on the ground, floored by the concept that they had made such a scene over nothing. Actually nothing. As her breathing began to ease and settle, she looked back over to the darker tabby and mewed with a winded voice, ”Who would’ve thought, huh?” A light chuckle tumbled from her lips as she relaxed into the grass, letting her gaze trail away from the tom and up to the star-laden sky. ”I wonder if StarClan laughed when they watched things like that happen in the past.”

Furrowing her brow, she frowned a bit and added, ”Probably not. Probably have no sense of humor whatsoever. Hmpf!” It was as if she were snubbing their supposed ancestors; after all, any cat who couldn’t appreciate a joke wasn’t one Pinkfish wanted to bother with. Instead, she’d focus on those who focused on her, and thus she rolled over to flash Driftstorm a lopsided grin. ”Guess we go hungry.”

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 24, 2021 2:34:45 GMT

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driftstorm's laughter began to melt into stuttered giggles. he never considered the consequences of not checking to see if prey was actually dead. usually, he would have already been at least halfway back to camp by now and would have known. clearly, this time was an exception.

his eyes flitted to pinkfish as she spoke of starclan. "i doubt they would find it very funny. they would probably say something like, prey should not be played with! it should be respected like an ally, do not take prey for granted, blah blah blah, warrior code." he went quiet and turned his gaze to the stars above. "surely they aren't watching us all the time, right? what if a cat is making dirt? a little privacy, please?" he chuckled, then rolled over onto his belly. guess we go hungry, she meowed. "there will be another, trust me." driftstorm smiled, gazing at her.

"my uh, my name is driftstorm, by the way. in case... you were wondering, or something." he grinned nervously, hoping she would introduce herself as well. if not, it would be extremely embarrassing, and he might run away and pretend this never happened.

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 24, 2021 16:53:44 GMT

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The rosy tabby hummed in earnest agreement to the DawnClan tom’s ranting. As he stopped to take a breath, Pinkfish loudly chirped, ”Sing it!” The two appeared to melt into their flanks, rolling to face each other languidly. Driftstorm’s demeanor had laxed into one comfortable enough to let Pinkfish study him idly. There was a warmth there despite the brisk evening breeze that the she-cat seemed fixated upon as she thought she caught a gleam reflected in the tom’s gold eyes.

The faint amber glow of fireflies had begun to lazily bob through the clearing of the mountainous forest, as if the stars had come down into the gloam. A soft breath hitched in the pale tabby’s throat, but not from the dazzling atmosphere. Rather, it was what Driftstorm had said. The dark tabby had managed to catch the queen unawares and all Pinkfish could do to settle the butterflies trembling in her belly was giggle in a little lilting voice. However, now quelled, her usual courage flooded her form again, and she flipped her unruly mane with a purr, ”I’m Pinkfish. You’re a pretty funny cat, Driftstorm. That’s cool.” Her golden-green eyes glinted in the firelight, feeling the sparks that had her fur electrified. It’s been a while since I’ve had this much fun.

Recalling his words before he trailed off, the she-cat tipped her head sideways towards the ground with a playful smirk. ”Was that a dinner invitation? I heard DawnClan cats were close, but how forward…” She attempted to stave off her laughter as she teased, flicking her silky tail contentedly. Just about how much was this warrior about to let them get away with?

"I'd love to."

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 25, 2021 17:33:44 GMT

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"pinkfish." her name was very pretty, and fitting. the tom assumed her prefix came from her red fur. however, the -fish was drawing a blank. he knew that, with time, he would find out for sure. she complimented him, calling him "cool", and he chuckled. "i mean, if starclan jokes and self-deprecation humor are your thing, i'm the tom for you." perhaps this wasn't the best thing to say to a she-cat he just met, but he was having fun. he had a feeling that would make her laugh again, and her laugh was so... adorable.

was that a dinner invitation? i heard dawnclan cats were close, but how forward… pinkfish's flirtatious joke caused him to burn up from ear to tail tip. "w-well! i-uh... i mean... if you're open to that kind of thing, i am not opposed to the idea of... well, you know..." he stuttered heavily, tripping over his own words. he was never a ladies man. he was hardly a man. driftstorm is a cat. he had no difficulty speaking around his clan mates, but something about her was causing him to stumble over a simple sentence.

trying to gain back his ability to speak, he changed the subject. "so... how did you get the name pinkfish? did you catch a really big fish to gain your warrior name, or do you secretly have gills?" he puffed up his cheeks into a fishy-face and leaned in close to her.

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brawling for soup Posted Aug 27, 2021 6:20:52 GMT

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PINKFISH
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Driftstorm appeared to read the she-cat quite well as his joke pulled a lilting laugh from her. Her wild curls flounced as she lost herself in the hearty display, blinking away a tear and purring, ”You don’t say? Well, I guess I’ll have to see that for myself haha!” She was pleased to know that he seemed to be having as much fun as she was; that was always what made spending time with friends the best.

She almost felt a little bad as the tom quickly hammered out a stammering stream of words as she flirted back with him. Almost. Though it did prompt her to wonder if Driftstorm was always so energetic or if it was simply because of their situation. Regardless, she wouldn’t let it distract her as she attempted to string together the meaning behind his outpouring. His anxieties appeared short-lived though as he quickly recovered by flipping the discussion on her.

The creamy tabby couldn’t help bursting back out into laughter as he puffed up his silvery cheeks and got into her face. She playfully pushed him back with a forepaw and countered with a grin, ”Oh, you wish! But you’re not too far off!” With a cheeky wave of her silken tail and bright flash in her eye, Pinkfish continued proudly, ”While I may not be as fast as you on land, I’m quite the quick swimmer. I was named after out-swimming a lizard monster when we came across one on patrol.” She had puffed out her pale chest and held her head comically high as if to punctuate her tale with some make-believe air of valor. However, she still allowed for her gaze to soften back to reality as she met Driftstorm’s gaze. In a lighter tone, she chirped, "You don't think it makes me sound like a snack, do you?"

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