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Post by Foxtail on Nov 7, 2009 21:01:41 GMT -5
Foxtail! The ginger she-cat's tail lashed out in annoyance, and a low growl escaped her. It wasn't fair! She didn't understand, and she would never understand. Hunting was her life, and her love. The feeling of prey beneath her claws, the blood rushing into her mouth and the soft squeak that the animal let out as it's dying breath was let out, is warning gone unheard by the rest of the prey in the area. So why, no matter how much she tried to say how much she loved it, could her mother not understand? Perhaps it was because she just ended up getting angry, and never saying it how she wanted, or the way she said it. Perhaps because her comments were a little mousebrained, and because her mother was just worrying for her. But she wasn't a helpless kit anymore! She sat down, the anger radiating off of her like heat on a rock. Because of this, cat's would probably avoid her. It didn't help that she was sitting directly in the middle of camp, either. But she felt like if she was here, then perhaps the sight of cats working would lull her into a routine and she would slowly calm down, like it always had, ever since she had been Foxpaw. She loved her mother dearly, yet she couldn't help but get angry at the fact that she didn't understand why she just had to keep being a Huntress. " I only get one shot. I won't miss my chance." she said, her claws digging into the ground in front of her. Once a she-cat made her decision, it was made. If she ever changed her mind and wanted to go back to being a Huntress, she would be denied, and her chances of being a Huntress were shot down and killed, like a she-cat catching a bird. She stood, lifting a paw to strike at a leaf that fell as the wind slowed, and mewed in happiness. Perhaps it's not too bad. Perhaps one day, it won't matter, and their relationship could be healed. word count; 348 muse; alright words fixed; two other; Yay! |
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Post by Brownsugar on Nov 8, 2009 2:55:24 GMT -5
Brownsugar [/size] A brown tabby she-cat appeared in the entrance of the nursery. She’d been in there for a while, longer than she would have liked, sorting out one of the many squabbles that occurred daily between her charges; the kits. Now she looked about her with clear, green-yellow eyes, seeing what had changed since she’d last seen the light of day. Her gaze alighted on Foxtail, and it didn’t take long for Brownsugar to realise something was up with the huntress. Even from this distance the anger she exuded was almost palpable. Instantly the caring instincts essential to a nanny were turned on, and with a flicker of curiosity to help her on her way, Brownsuagar left the nursery and trotted forwards.
She lost her nerve before she’d gotten half-way and sat down, a little intimidated by the huntress’ body language. Brownsugar wasn’t a shy cat by any means, in fact she was very bold considering her position in the clan, but she could see that just marching up to Foxtail and disturbing her was not a good idea. She needed a different strategy. She was used to dealing with tantrums and petty arguments amongst the kits, but this was different for two reasons: First, Foxtail probably had a very good reason for being angry, which the kits rarely did, and second, she could hardly order Foxtail to just say sorry. Eventually she decided to just call out from where she was and let Foxtail speak if she felt like it. She was just about to do so when Foxtail’s voice drifted over to her, quiet but decisive.
Brownsugar’s ears pricked up and she stared closely at the huntress. It sounded as though Foxtail was just talking to herself, but still the nanny saw it as a sign that the troubled cat was beginning to calm down. She stood and began to walk towards the other she-cat, slow and a little uncertain. Still, by the time she’d reached Foxtail the huntress was playing with a leaf, as content as anyone could be. The sight made Brownsugar smile and sit down alongside the now calm huntress. She felt perfectly comfortable as she spoke her greeting.
“Hey, Foxtail, how’s it going?” the tabby’s voice was bright and cheerful, and she was beaming happily at Foxtail as though she had not a care in the world. She knew that, technically, Foxtail was her superior, but Brownsugar never paid much attention to rank and treated everyone with the same easy friendliness, so long as they were kind. “Is something bothering you?” She asked, trying to encourage her into sharing what was wrong. A part of Brownsugar thought it might’ve been best not to remind Foxtail about whatever was upsetting her, but Brownsugar’s insatiable curiosity had to be tended to. Using: Brownsugar - brown tabby nanny Word count: 464 Muse: Not bad |
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Post by Foxtail on Nov 8, 2009 8:09:51 GMT -5
Foxtail! Foxtail lifted her gaze to meet Brownsugar's. The brown tabby she-cat was alright. Foxtail never really minded her much like she usually did any Queen or Nanny. Perhaps it was something about the other's personality that made her feel like they would get along just fine. So unlike usual, Foxtail gave a rather light, almost non-existent smile to the other, almost to assure the other she was fine. Though the thing was: a; she had no need to and b; it wasn't working. "Yes. I'm fine. Thanks for asking, though." she mewed lightly. Her paw was brought up from the leaf to bat Brownsugar lightly on the ears, which was usually something that close friends did. Not two cat's who really didn't know one another too well. But there was something about Brownsugar that she liked. It was probably because she felt she needed to stay calm around her, and not just because she didn't want to look like a complete and utter fool. She did that plenty, and was over the idea being embarrassing by now. "How are the kits, then?" she asked. It wasn't like, just because she was a Huntress, she didn't like kits. She loved kits just as much as any she-cat. But her real love was hunting, and it always would be. She couldn't just sit around all day and have kit's here and there. It would cause her to lose her mind. She just knew it. But her question was sincere. She knew that the kit's were AshClan's future, and knowing about them kept her in tune with how AshClan would one day turn out to be. "Not making any trouble, I hope? By the time I got out of the Nursery my Nanny was so happy she was jumping up and down." she purred lightly, he paws kneading the ground as she remembered that day. She had been made a Huntresses apprentice, and she couldn't have been more happy about it. word count; 343 muse; alright words fixed; five...... again other; I think it'll be a nice friendship, no? |
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Post by Brownsugar on Nov 8, 2009 14:23:03 GMT -5
Brownsugar [/size] A faint sense of relief flicked in Brownsugar as she saw Foxtail’s smile. She’d been mildly afraid that the huntress would lash out at her, verbally at least, for destroying her piece. Still, Brownsugar couldn’t help but think that there was something off about that oh-so-faint smile. It seemed, forced. Not unfriendly at all, but slightly... dishonest, as if Foxtail were hiding her pain beneath a veneer of calmness.
She put these thoughts aside as Foxtail spoke. Her voice seemed clear of any negative emotion, and Brownsugar was soon distracted by the other she-cats friendly gesture. Delighted, she grinned and swatted at Foxtail’s paw, before giving up and letting the huntress’s paw make contact with her ears. It didn’t hurt of course, and she chuckled happily throughout. She didn’t know Foxtail very well, but in those few moments Brownsugar was certain they were going to become friends. They seemed to get on well, particularly as Foxtail didn’t talk down to the young nanny, as some huntresses liked to do. The fact that she showed an interest in Brownsugar’s little brood of miscreants helped too, too many cats showed no interest in the kits of the clan, and they were always Brownsugar’s favourite topic of conversation.
The nanny laughed as Foxtail described the day she left the nursery. It wasn’t hard for her to imagine a younger version of Foxtail being a difficult kit; surely her strong spirit would have given any nanny a headache. “The kits are fine.” She answered, laughter still bubbling in her voice, “They always cause trouble but today they were only a little worse than usual.” She paused, recalling that very morning. She shook her head and smiled with a kind of fond disapproval.
In the pause that followed she thought more about what Foxtail had said and chuckled again. “I bet you were just as happy to get out of there though, eh?” It was clear to Brownsugar that Foxtail would never have been happy as a nanny or even a queen; she was the kind of she-cat who needed to be doing something. That thought brought Foxtail’s earlier malcontent to mind and the younger she-cat very nearly asked about it. Eventually though, her desire to keep Foxtail happy and not brooding on whatever was bothering her one out over the nanny’s curiosity. Besides, she reasoned, it looked like the two she-cats would get along fine, and if they did become friends then surely the ginger tabby would tell the brown tabby when she was ready to do so. Using: Brownsugar - brown tabby nanny Word count: 424 Muse: Still good Other: Definitely =D |
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Post by Foxtail on Nov 8, 2009 14:53:33 GMT -5
Foxtail! "Really? I could always scare them for you." she said, a joking edge to her voice. She would never scare kits. She wasn't that mean. In fact, if not for her love of hunting, she would have happily became a queen and/or nanny. However, her love of the hunt was greater, and it would always be greater. She didn't know what she would do as a Queen or a Nanny. On one hand, you've been forced to sit around all day, and possibly help look after kits. On the other, you would look after the kits almost all the time, and hardly get any time to your self. But as a Huntress you could go out and explore the territory. You would never be bored and if you ever wanted to be alone except for at night, then it was one of the one freedoms that the huntresses had. "Yes. I was really glad to be out of the Nursery, and have my Nanny out of my fur. She was especially cautious of me, seeing as how my brother died, and she didn't have any other kits to look after at the time. So my 'plans' were always getting smothered once she found out, which was always so close to the time I was going to put it into action. I had once planned to go outside of camp without her knowing, alone. However, I only stepped one paw out of the entrance before she picked me up and hauled me back to the nest. I had to stay there for weeks. It was horrible, not being able to do anything." she said, sighing as she remembered. "Brownsugar, was being a Nanny a passion you had since you were young?" she asked. All playfulness left her face, despite her being young. There was a serious and almost empty aura about her now, totally different from before, when it was light and airy, and she seemed to be having a lot of fun. She would get her point across to Brownsugar without having to actually tell her that it was her mother that she was angry at. For some reason, she didn't want to share her opinion of her mother at times to others. She did love her mother. So she wouldn't dream of ruining other cat's view of her. Of course, they might not change their view anyways, but even if there was a slight chance, she wouldn't say anything. She wasn't too sure with Brownsugar yet, so she'd beat around the bush. "Think of if you had one passion all your life, and before you could even prove you would be good at it, someone told you you couldn't. Wouldn't you be angry at that cat? Wouldn't you get angry at them every time they brought it up?" she asked. She almost added 'Am I being mousebrained?' but it hit too close to home, and her voice caught in her throat, causing her to let out a small sort of squeaking noise. For a moment, her eyes got watery, and then she fought down this feeling. It was over now. Nothing she did could change the past. word count; 532 muse; it's just dandy words fixed; two other; Yay! Only two words. And they were just typos due to sticking keys. |
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Post by Brownsugar on Nov 8, 2009 16:15:23 GMT -5
Brownsugar [/color][/center] Brownsugar’s mild embarrassment melted away as she heard the happiness in Foxtail’s voice. The brown tabby always liked speaking her mind on things, though she sometimes worried that other cats just pretended to be interested; she was just a nanny after all. To hear Foxtail taking a real interest in her role gave a boost to Brownsugar’s sometimes shaky self-esteem and assured the nanny that she was appreciated, at least by some members of the clan.
“To be absolutely honest,” She began, “Nannies don’t do much more than look after the kits, but it’s not as easy as it sounds.” She paused to gather her thoughts, “We’re supposed to teach them things like wrong from right, good manners, that they should respect the warriors...” She wrinkled her muzzle a little at that one, before continuing. “And most of the time they don’t want to learn and would much rather play games, and kits have sharp claws!” She chuckled a little, but stopped speaking lest Foxtail think she was rambling.
She looked up at Foxtail as she spoke again. She grinned broadly at the praise, but her features turned into a thoughtful frown as she considered the other cat’s words on the nannies’ opinions of huntresses. Brownsuagr had heard this prejudice expressed fairly often, and it always irritated her. Some cats just didn’t understand how essential the huntresses were to the clan’s wellbeing. “I don’t get why the others say that at all.” She mewed with a shrug, “In my opinion huntresses should be role-models for kits; especially the female ones. I get sick of hearing the queens in the nursery going on about how essential it is for their darling daughter to grow into a good, quiet little she-cat who never thinks to oppose anything she’s told to do. It turns them all into air-headed little mousebrains.” She paused to reign in her rant, before she went on in a steadier voice. “It does them good to see the huntresses; let’s them know that there’s more to life than the nursery. And as for the toms, well,” she chuckled again. [/color=Biege]“It shows them that warriors are not the best cats in the clan.[/color] She felt like a bit of a hypocrite for criticising the she-kits. After all she’d rejected the life of a huntress herself. Her only consolation was that at the very least she wasn’t a queen, though perhaps she would have been had she been more traditionally beautiful. Maybe, she felt sure she would never have been one of the airheads. [/color=Beige]“But enough about all that.”[/color] She mewed quickly, “What’s it like being a huntress, apart from dangerous and hard?” Surely it would be far more interesting to hear about that kind of life than the admittedly rather dull one Brownsugar led.[/blockquote] Using: Brownsugar - brown tabby nanny Word count: 464 Muse: Still the same =P Other: No worries =D |
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Post by Foxtail on Nov 12, 2009 18:55:42 GMT -5
Foxtail! Foxtail seemed to take this into consideration. She nodded a few times, though her gaze was set far off, as if she could see something through the trees that no one but herself could view. She had to admit that Brownsugar had a point, but she didn't think she was ready to tell the other about her relationship with her mother. She wasn't sure if the other would think her mousebrained, and not want to hang around her anymore. It hurt to think like that. She believed that she was making good friends with the other she-cat, and it felt nice to have someone other then the Huntresses to talk to. Other's thought that they weren't good for the kits, and so she-cats generally stayed away from them due to stories that others told them.
"Thanks for talking to me. I think I'm better, now!" she purred, her ears lifting from her head. She looked really happy, too. "So other than keeping an eye on kits, do the Nanny's have any other job? I've never really gotten to know a Nanny, nor learn about their job. I just knew about Queens and Huntresses, and I preferred being a Huntress, you know?" she said. "You're a decent cat, Brownsugar. Usually a Nanny would have stayed away, because big bad Foxtail is a Huntress, and Huntresses are bad for the kits." she said, a light smile on her lips. This was generally the stereotype for all Huntresses, though so far, Foxtail hasn't shown many of the qualities that they said Huntresses usually had.
Perhaps she could find a really good friend in Brownsugar. She had always dreamed of her brother becoming as close to her as Ashenrose and Sedgetooth were, but he had died as a kit, and Foxtail sometimes wondered if she didn't blame Ashenrose at times for his death, even though she knew that Ashenrose would have probably given her life if it meant that Foxtail's brother would have survived that greencough he had caught. She knew deep down that the Queen must have missed her brother just as much as she had, if not a little more.
word count; 364
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Post by Brownsugar on Nov 13, 2009 13:09:11 GMT -5
Brownsugar [/color][/center] Brownsugar’s mild embarrassment melted away as she heard the happiness in Foxtail’s voice. The brown tabby always liked speaking her mind on things, though she sometimes worried that other cats just pretended to be interested; she was just a nanny after all. To hear Foxtail taking a real interest in her role gave a boost to Brownsugar’s sometimes shaky self-esteem and assured the nanny that she was appreciated, at least by some members of the clan.
“To be absolutely honest,” She began, “Nannies don’t do much more than look after the kits, but it’s not as easy as it sounds.” She paused to gather her thoughts, “We’re supposed to teach them things like wrong from right, good manners, that they should respect the warriors...” She wrinkled her muzzle a little at that one, before continuing. “And most of the time they don’t want to learn and would much rather play games, and kits have sharp claws!” She chuckled a little, but stopped speaking lest Foxtail think she was rambling.
She looked up at Foxtail as she spoke again. She grinned broadly at the praise, but her features turned into a thoughtful frown as she considered the other cat’s words on the nannies’ opinions of huntresses. Brownsuagr had heard this prejudice expressed fairly often, and it always irritated her. Some cats just didn’t understand how essential the huntresses were to the clan’s wellbeing. “I don’t get why the others say that at all.” She mewed with a shrug, “In my opinion huntresses should be role-models for kits; especially the female ones. I get sick of hearing the queens in the nursery going on about how essential it is for their darling daughter to grow into a good, quiet little she-cat who never thinks to oppose anything she’s told to do. It turns them all into air-headed little mousebrains.” She paused to reign in her rant, before she went on in a steadier voice. “It does them good to see the huntresses; let’s them know that there’s more to life than the nursery. And as for the toms, well,” she chuckled again. [/color=Biege]“It shows them that warriors are not the best cats in the clan.[/color] She felt like a bit of a hypocrite for criticising the she-kits. After all she’d rejected the life of a huntress herself. Her only consolation was that at the very least she wasn’t a queen, though perhaps she would have been had she been more traditionally beautiful. Maybe, she felt sure she would never have been one of the airheads. [/color=Beige]“But enough about all that.”[/color] She mewed quickly, “What’s it like being a huntress, apart from dangerous and hard?” Surely it would be far more interesting to hear about that kind of life than the admittedly rather dull one Brownsugar led.[/blockquote] Using: Brownsugar - brown tabby nanny Word count: 464 Muse: Still the same =P Other: Okay, I'm really sorry about this but I've just realised I've mannaged to replace my previous post with this one... so that one's kinda gone... *Fail* |
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