SPARKS IN THE AIR LIKE THE FOURTH OF JULY [ open, introduction ]

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    Ugh, it was insufferable here.


    Blackpaw sat on the side of the sandy hollow, running his rough tongue over his black pelt. When another gust of wind blew through, he growled and patted his recently groomed fur down. He was one to keep everything about him neat and thoroughly cleaned, and when the wind messed up his fur, he grew frustrated. Being the rather spoiled kit he was, everything seemed to come easy to him. He had two prestigious parents in the clan and he had a strong bloodline within the clan. He could've sworn that one of his grandparents was one of the leaders before Otterstar and even Stonestar. That's too bad, I never got to meet them. Blackpaw thought to himself once the thought came to mind.


    The black-furred tom fluffed out his fur before running his claws gently through it, as if brushing it. He then sat up straightened and confident as he examined his claws. Hm, they needed sharpening. Everything needed to be perfect, didn't it?


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    OOC: ...very inactive in windclan.


    IC: Finally SpeckledPaw entered the camp, her fur flat from the wind. It was tangled and messy, but she didn't mind. The only time where she would worry about it would be her upcoming warrior ceremony. Ah, she was excited! The she-cat tilted her head when she spotted the other apprentice, clearly annoyed with his fur. No, she hadn't met him yet. As jumpy and happy this feline was, she had a hard time socializing. She was only friends with a few cats, and the rest of the clan she barely knows still. It took a long time for her to get used to all of the cats there, so she continued her slow attempt by padding forward.


    She bounded up with a calm, small smile knitted tightly upon her face. Her silver-blue eyes gleamed like always. "Hello." She chirped, tilting her head to the other side and looking at her clanmate with pure curiosity.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][size=8]Otterstar didn't care much for his pelt; most of the time it was blown back from running into the wind, and it was so short that it seemed like a hassle to groom it all down when it would just be messed up later. The tabby nonetheless licked a paw and swiped it over his face, though there was little enthusiasm in his movements. Grooming took too long anyways, he thought. He'd rather be chatting with Clanmates or chasing down prey than this! Otterstar rubbed at his cheek fur a few more times before abandoning the effort, and getting to his paws and joining the group of apprentices in the clearing. He dipped his head, and after a moment of silence asked, "What are you two doing?"

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Spiderkit was anything but a perfectionist. Yes, she loathed disorganisation but messy fur wasn't an issue. She only ever disliked disorganisation when it came to chronological order, otherwise everything else she could only ever care less about. She had once tried grooming her own fur, only to kick her paws in frustration and storm off to bed at her lack of patience and instant boredom to the chore. The only thing to gain from it was presentation, yet at her age she could look like a wild ball of fluff and not care. In simpler terms - she wasn't self conscious about the way she looked.


    She stayed low, attempting to sneak up on the trio of cats. Yes, one of them was the leader, but for some reason it didn't cross her mind when she jumped out in front of them and yelled out "Rawr!" then landed on all four paws. She had a smug look on her face, as if she was a hundred percent convinced she had been absolutely terrifying. Honestly, she was as scary as a whimpering puppy.
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    //super rushed


    Of course another apprentice had to come along and either a) ask what he was doing b) tell him to go hunt or something or c) just say hello. It seemed that Speckledpaw had just greeted him, so Blackpaw would blink and mutter, "...Hey." Not that he was antisocial or anything but he didn't really like talking with his clanmates...nor even really like them.


    Oh boy, here came the leader. Blackpaw would clear his throat before saying, "Oh, nothing." Otterstar. How pathetic, his leadership was. He was a medicine cat, not a leader. StarClan should've just made up their minds before making him a medicine cat. It was just all so confusing.


    He only blinked when the kit jumped out and attempted to scare them. "Scary." Blackpaw snorted with the flick of his tail. "You may want try sounding a bit more intimidating." It was pure sarcasm.
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    So, that's what kind of cat he is. She turned to OtterStar, dipping her head before looking back up at him. "Nothing, really. How are you, OtterStar?" She tilted her head, attempting to start a conversation. It's what she would try to do with other cats. But when a ball of fluff jumped in with a sudden "rawr", only a purr of amusement rumbled in her throat. Kits are so adorable! SpeckledPaw admitted that she could easily get along with kits more than apprentices and warriors. She just had that motherly, yet friendly and sweet personality.


    "Nice try." She mewed, unable to hide a bit of a chuckle. The oddly small feline decided to ignore BlackPaw's sarcasm. Her bushy-tipped tail oscillated lightly and calmly in the air and her silver-blue eyes gleamed with excitement painted into them.


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    wasppaw rumbled on her approach, dipping her head respectfully to otterstar, that of whom she had a great deal of respect for. in fact she held her respect for the exact same reasons blackpaw lacked it, being forced into a position of leadership form a lifestyle as a medicine cat must be a real culture shock for the tom and he's handled it with utmost efficiency in wasppaw's opinion. she could respect that.


    [color=black]"you may want to try something a bit more intelligent."


    it was clear by how she turned his own words on him and the smirkish grin on her maw as she settled onto her rump before drawing her tongue over her paw that it was meant intentionally to spite him, or at least make of a joke of it all. she could honestly care less. smiling down at spiderkit she flicked her tial tip in amusement, [color=black]"you know i think i saw him flinch, imagine what he'll do once your big and strong."


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Spiderkit hadn't quite grasped the concept of sarcasm. Instead, at Blackpaw's comment, she puffed her chest in pride and content as if she had accomplished a great feat. At his second comment, she honestly took it as advice. More intimidating. She was making notes in her head, trying to conjure ways in her head of how to sound and look more frightening. Nice try? Maybe that meant she did a good job! But she felt her sense of achievement be knocked down, amber luminaries staring at the two. They weren't trembling in their fur at all!


    "Sarcasm on a kit is as useful as wings on a trout."


    Sarcasm. She still didn't understand it. Maybe she could ask the other queens. At the current moment it seemed weird - saying something when they didn't mean it. It sounded like lying, but then why was it given such a hard but funny-sounding name? Oh the mysteries. She looked at the tortie's smile, Spiderkit listening to her words. "Really? You saw him flinch?" she piped up, seemingly springing on her paws. It wasn't exactly a question, simply just ecstasy. "I can't wait until I'm all big and strong!"
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    Blackpaw gave a roll of his eyes to Wasppaw. "No one asked for your opinion." Filthy ShadowClanner. Why in StarClan did Otterstar even let her in? He turned to the kit and snorted, "And no, I did not flinch. Kits aren't scary, not at all." They were just big balls of fluff. It was just as intimidating as his tail.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Tails could be scary! They whipped and moved around randomly every time the kit tried to pounce on a tail. But she looked up at Blackpaw and frowned, ears folded back against her skull. "You're so mean!" she pouted, stamping her paw on the ground. Even then, she liked how bold Blackpaw seemed to be, but she liked the cunning prowess of Wasppaw. Honestly, Spiderkit never knew how she felt about her superiors. "Teach me how to be scary then!"


    Honestly, Spi didn't quite understand that demanding something from someone after calling them mean wasn't exactly the best method of getting what she wanted. When would she ever learn? Never.
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