DONE ENOUGH TALKING — open, intro
-
-
"I don't think we've met", that was probably a good thing, sorta, although he doubted Brackenpaw wouldn't know him considering Bearstorm's history. The fight with Zephyrbee had made him quite well known around the clan, and not always in a positive way. For now, Morningrose had been the only one to offer him support. Not that he craved for support or anything, but he would offer a limb to actually know what had happened. He still didn't know what had triggered him to fight the other, and the biggest surprise was the one that Zephyrbee had attacked him, which meant he had probably done something really threatening. Not surprising considering his size.
Anyway, he padded towards the apprentice and dipped his head, a faint smile on his maw. "Bearstorm's the name. What's yours?", his loud voice probably told the whole clan about his whereabouts, but he could care less.
-
Hawk;;
Hawkclaw padded over to Bearstorm and Brackenpaw, and dipped her head as a greeting to both of them. "Hello," She chirped. "So Brackenpaw, how do you like being an apprentice so far?" The Canadian asked in a friendly manner. Her tail flicked back and forth as she seated herself on the dusty camp ground. Hawk liked talking to the younger cats, especially the ones that weren't outright brats like some children in the Clan.
-
And here came one of those 'outright brats', as Hawkclaw described them. He had been watching the newest apprentice goofing around at the fresh-kill pile, a smile of amusement curving his maw. Getting to his paws, he made his way over, tail twitching as he padded up next to Bearstorm, cringing away from the warrior. Ew.
"We've got a nest already made for you in the apprentice's den," Cedarpaw told his half-brother, giving him a grin. Brackenpaw was one of his half-siblings that he was actually pretty okay with - Twilightkit could go away, she was annoying and stuff. Witchingkit wasn't that bad, but she was Twilightkit's sibling. She wasn't the greatest.
-
Ironclaw made his way over to the conversing cats, catching brackenpaw’s name as he walked. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced” ironclaw said with a dip of his head “brackenpaw, was it? The name’s ironclaw, good to meet you.” He didn’t dare tell these cats that he wasn’t clanborn. From what he had heard, tensions had been running high in that area of clan politics.
-
Brackenpaw had stopped his play as he lifted his head to look at the approaching cats, tail twitching as he looked over to Bearstorm. The Abyssinian lifted himself to his paws, eyes analyzing each and every one of them carefully before he put on a smile and cleared his throat to speak. "I'm Brackenpaw." He greeted with a mild grin before he then turned to Hawkclaw, eyes locking on her. He wondered how many of these were half-clan already that had talked to him. He instantly felt a bit uneasy at the possibility of any of these cats being half-clan but he hid it and lifted his head to meet hers. "I would say it's alright so far. I haven't gotten the chance to go out of the camp yet but I can't wait for that when the chance comes." He gave a small purr at the thought of leaving the camp at last but pushed it down to face Cedarpaw. Ah, finally some family he knew. He noticed how Cedarpaw had inched away from Bearstorm and instantly, shot the warrior a look. Should he do the same? He turned his attention back to his half-brother and gave a small grin. "Ah, thanks Cedarpaw." He nodded to his half-brother thankfully before turning his attention to Ironclaw, was this cat half-clan? He looked over to his half-brother again to see any reaction pulsing from him but couldn't spot anything, so he simply gave a nod in the warrior's direction.
NO YOU ALWAYS LIE — brackenpaw — trad. windclan — tags
-
*:･ﾟ✦ -- //can just say that i love bracken already? and pardon my little a** here, ic opninions <3
Day was lounging near the camp entrance, his thoughts somewhere faraway; Four Trees, to be exact. With a certain flame-point molly, her single blue ocular burning a hole right through his --
Dust spraying onto his pelt caused the oriental-mau mix to hiss, snapping him right out of his thoughts. His cold green optics latched onto a russet abyssinian, an apprentice that was only a few moons younger than him. It seemed that the cat had been playing around, then skidded as he had leapt to the other side of the fresh-kill pile, causing dirt to spatter all over his newly-washed coat.
Eyes narrowing, he had been about to stand up and tell the other tom off until Bearstorm came over. The ex-apprentice felt fury boiling in his blood. The maine coon was the last cat he wanted to see. Ever. For the rest of his life. The two never mixed well -- they were like oil and water, gasoline and a match. Heck, the tom had even threatened Day, that one fateful afternoon when the Clan had found out what he had done to Twilightkit.
He wasn't that bothered by it, the punishments. Stripped of his name? Pffft. No training? He didn't even have a mentor yet. Although, not leaving camp was really getting under his skin. Not like he didn't do it, anyways. Nothing in the whole universe, especially some dumb rule, could keep him from Light or Purepaw.
Then along came Hawkclaw, a cat Day wasn't sure how to feel about. Actually, scratch that; he did know -- he disliked her very, very much. She loved kits, and her mother had left WindClan to become a kittypet. How pathetic. Heck, she was pathetic. Day had been in the stand-off with the queen when she had come back to verbally abuse her kits. Which, Day wasn't against; it her dragging her sorry butt over to the border after she had betrayed them that caused him to hate her.
Next came a cat that Day wished he knew better. Cedarpaw. Though he hadn't ever really interacted with the tom much, he was Day's 'idol', if you will. Role model. Though, he had actually gotten pretty soft recently, if you asked Day. He was just more aloof, rather than blatantly verbally aggressive. Like Day, who found every opportunity he could to snap or bark or hiss at someone.
The tabby stood up and sauntered over, his tail lashing and ice-green eyes narrowed to slits. He ignored the white warrior Ironclaw and stalked right up to Brackenpaw, shoving his face in the other's, so that their pink noses were almost touching.
Glaring right into the apprentice's eyes and curling his lip, the pale tom hissed, "Hey, bozo, watch where you're going! You just got sand and dirt all over me, and probably some on the prey, beaver-brain! You know, cats work hard to feed your sorry hide, and you go and waste it all by scattering filth all over their kills!"
-
Hawkclaw was aware that Daypaw didn't like her, and the feeling was mutual. "That's mean." She meowed. "He only recently became an apprentice, you should at least be welcoming! You'll be sharing a den, in case you didn't know." Someone needs to teach him some manners, she thought. Hawk hated these kinds of cats, who though they could do whatever they wanted, and not care about others' feelings. The Canadian was so sick of these brats. They didn't understand how hard it was for her to lose everything, and come to a new country. If she could go back to the way it was before, Hawk would in a heartbeat.
➳ -
Ironclaw glared at day, his eyes narrowing into slits. “Yea, what hawk said. What’s your problem man?”
-
What Brackenpaw wasn't expecting was a cat to come and rain on his parade. The apprentice jumped at the sound of a new voice. He hadn't realized that his play had caused so much damage to another cat, but he doubted that it caused so much damage to the prey. The tall tom turned to face Daypaw, tail flicking side to side as he listened to the older apprentice's complaint. His eyes revealed nothing once the cat finished but he gave a small nod, understanding where he was coming from. "Sorry if my play caused you harm, I'll be more careful next time." He spoke respectfully, yellow eyes tracing his as he tried to catch a reaction off the other apprentice. He appreciated them sticking up from him but he didn't want that, he wanted to do this on his own and he did most things. He rarely ever accepted help from any other cat.
NO YOU ALWAYS LIE — brackenpaw — trad. windclan — tags
-
*:･ﾟ✦ -- //bracken is so puuuure hnnngh <3
Day's eyes narrowed even more as Hawkclaw and Ironclaw both started snapping at him. That was his job, snapping at people! Not their's! Huh. You guys think you're the boss of me? Yeah, right, I'll show you...
The fur along his spine stood up and his tabby tail lashed from side to side. "My problem? My problem is that some cats need to learn their business -- such as you, stink-pelt. Now why don't you run off and find that Flower girl or whatever and do what cats do, huh? At least then you'd be making yourself useful." Once done spitting at the ivory warrior, he turned his icy gaze back to Brackenpaw.
"Sorry if my play caused you harm, I'll be more careful next time."
A cat that stood up for himself. Day's ear flicked. That he could admire. But a suck-up? A tail-kisser? Those cats were the worst. So the pale tabby wasn't quite sure how he felt about the other tom just yet. He was conflicted. His natural instinct told him rip out this guy's heart, tear it to shreds, trample over the remains, and then burn it to ashes.
And then burn the ashes.
But this apprentice could his own. Day's guess would be that Brackenpaw didn't exactly want other cats fighting his battles; he preferred to stand up for himself. And that was something that Day liked in him. But it was too soon for him to really get a feel of how he saw the abyssinian.
"Yeah, you better. Cause next time, there won't be these turd-nuggets to stand up for you."