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Post by [ladyMINNOWFANG ! on Nov 23, 2009 20:24:43 GMT -5
morning was when minnowfang liked her toms the best - when they were tired and foggy-eyed, when they stumbled over their paws to strut around camp and show off, being so foolish that they would pluck the last piece of prey off the fresh-kill pile and it would take them ten minutes before they realized they needed to send out some huntresses. they were so stupid and cute at the same time, which was why minnowfang enjoyed mornings. she felt more in control than later in the day, when the toms would strut up to her and flirt, and sometimes their conversations would conflict the way she wanted things to be, and that would ultimately end up to a fallout. she couldn't stand it when toms just ignored her and then she would have to apologize and that would make her feel disgusting.
last night had been particularily good, sleeping in the middle of the den with the few other queens curled up around her. of course, she didn't think they really liked her - she certainly didn't like any of the other queens - they were all so disgusting with their cautious attempts to flirt while looking at their paws, all the while probably thinking this will be the one. if there was anything minnowfang learned in her life, it was that love was not forever. love was just a quick fling and then t was over. and the others didn't like looking at her and seeing this, so they just ignored her as much as they could, because they were just too weak willed to do anything else.
she didn't really care what the others thought of her. she just cared what the toms cared about her, and she only cared about who would give her the next batch of kits and who would promise her forever, and she would be ready to wipe the others off her paws without a second thought as soon as her kittens were able to walk. it was an endless cycle for lady minnowfang. and she didn't really care. she was in control, and that was all that mattered.
minnowfang strutted out of the nursery as if she ruled the world. to her, she actually probably did. with a little twitch of her tail, glancing right and left, she simply sat in front of the nursery, letting the little bit of sun that was showing beam onto her pelt.
words 407
muse okay
listening to love me or hate me || lady sovereign
reservations groveshadow
comments i'm bad at first posts...
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Post by ` Groveshadow ! on Nov 23, 2009 20:59:23 GMT -5
` G R O V E S H A D O W !
` The tom's dream were filled with thoughts about the day. Really, there were no images and his sleep was in a state that most cats called, "a dreamless sleep," but he never cared. To him, dreams were pointless and only dragged on the night. He had things to do, she-cats to flatter, and huntresses to annoy. He never understood why huntresses were even around, but he wasn't the type of cat to go against his leader to say anything about their involvement. Huntresses did save him the trouble of rising his life out on the bigger hunts though, and hat was the only thing that mattered to him. He preferred to just flirt with she-cats until they had his kits and then well, then he would either ignore them or he would flirt more with them, depending on what they wanted of him. That was one of the only things he allowed a she-cat to decide for him.
` As he thought about that, he could feel the sun's morning rays shed into his den and he stretched and his eyes opened slowly from the darkness of sleep. The ground was soft under him and even though he had never had the ambitions to be deputy - which some cats tried to argue that he did - he was still thankful for being away from wall the other toms and to have a den to himself that was even better than that of the other cats, it was a lot more, inviting. Yawning as he stood up, he looked to the entrance of the den where a moss veil was and smiled as he padded forward and pushed himself outside the den, looking around the clearing. He was hungry, but he didn't really feel like eating quite yet. His eyes skimmed over the clearing looking at what the others were doing and saw warriors, blurry eyed, walking out from the warrior's den, waiting to be woken up.
` The large, fluffy brown tom shook his eyes and sighed. That's why cats can't dream as they sleep. When you dream, you still use energy and you are tired when you wake up. Groveshadow's own bones were still weary, but that was only from the lack of use over the time the moon rose in the sky and not because of his sleeping habits. His green eyes slid even further over until they rested upon the queen's den, arguably his favorite place in the whole camp. When he noticed a she-cat queen sitting outside the den, looking out over the camp with a nice look on her face, he flicked his tail and strolled over to her. He was in luck that day, seeing as the wound on his flank was not giving him any troubles that day so his stroll was strong and the muscles - hidden beneath his thick, long furred pelt - would easily be seen in the strength he seemed to walk with.
` The white and silver she-cat seemed to glow in the morning light, and his smile grew, For most toms, the scar like the one he barred - which had made that part of his pelt grow bald with no fur to grow over it - would make them look less handsome, but he believed it only helped him. Some she-cats seemed to like his scarred appearance, a trophy to show how much of a rebel he had been and the pleasure he gained in fighting over she-cats just for the heck of it, and yet some didn't seem to impressed by it, but he liked to believe it was complemented with his rank. If he had been just a regular warrior, than maybe he would have thought it to be a disadvantage for him. Smiling at the she-cat, he mewed, "Hello, how was your night? Did you sleep well?" If you ran into Groveshadow anywhere else except for at the queen's den as he tried to flirt, you'd never hear his voice so soft and so, polite. That was just an act he played to gain a she-cat's eye.
character: Groveshadow
rank: deputy
words: 712
muse: pretty good i thought
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