CHEAP THRILLS//p, wicked

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    [align='right']I'm scared to get close

    And I hate being alone — tags[/align

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    Owlpaw was a very timid cat - being around others in general made her nervous and uncomfortable. Being in SkyClan's camp was often very scary for her, and yet, ThunderClan's camp was a thousand times worse. It was blatantly obvious that many of the ThunderClanners were not pleased at SkyClan taking refuge in their camp, which made Owlpaw incredibly uncomfortable, and angry, too. She wondered whether SkyClan would be in some sort of debt to ThunderClan once all of this was over. Probably, though she hoped not. That could mean trouble for SkyClan, and Owlpaw didn't want that.


    Did Owlpaw hate the ThunderClanners? No. As much as she hated to admit it, she was getting quite a bad impression of them, but she was trying her best not to generalise. There were the friendlier and more considerate ones - she just had to try and not ignore their existence in favour of paying attention to the more judgemental and closed off ones.


    The small black she cat was sat at the corner of camp, eating a sparrow. She sat alone - she didn't know where her siblings were, and she had no friends in either SkyClan or ThunderClan, as she was fairly new to SkyClan and her shy nature made it very difficult for the young molly to make friends. She just focused on her sparrow. It tasted good, very good. Birds were her favourite sort of prey to eat after all. Though she felt as though the meal would taste a thousand times better if she was eating it in her own camp. Hopefully she would be home soon - she was growing more and more homesick with every passing day.


    "Can you feel my heart?"

    Wickedgames had to admit - she was having a hard time coexisting with another clan. The young warrior had never been particularly sociable ; to be honest, crowds had always made her feel a little cramped, claustrophobic, even. She could not breathe properly in them, let alone sleep.

    So, in Wickedgame's mind, resentment for Thunderclan's situation had slowly, and unfairly, been placed onto Skyclan's shoulders. She'd gone from sympathizing with their temporarily homeless guests to outright ignoring them. It wasn't even that she was trying to show hostility, and she wasn't even really aware of it... until, on this fine morning, the sight of an unidentified Skyclan cat having lunch by herself made her stop in her tracks. From a few tail-lenghts away she contemplated her lone almost-clannmate and pity surged through her. How could she have forgotten that feeling of eating alone, far from home, the same she'd felt as a young apprentice when she'd gotten lost and couldn't find her way back to camp ? What was worse between not knowing where your home is, and knowing how to find it but being unable to go back ? Driven out by rats, no less...

    A sudden bout of sympathy made her head tentatively towards the lone cat. It was rather unusual for her to approach others on impulse, let alone approach a stranger, so she was a little hesitant at first, but her step got more determined when she reached the fresh-kill pile, took out a mouse, and dragged it towards the skyclanner.


    "Hey," she said with a slightly embarrassed grin. "I - you were eating alone. May I eat with you ? Would you mind ?" She hoped she wouldn't. Being up close made her notice the timid air of the she-cat. Maybe she'd wanted to be by herself ! Too late, she was here now. Introduce yourself at least, you dummy ! "I'm Wickedgames, by the way. I'm a ThunderClan warrior. You're from Skyclan, yes ?"

    I'm scared to get close

    And I hate being alone — tags

    Owlpaw nearly leaped out of her fur at the voice of another cat, and snapped her head around to look at the other molly, her light blue eyes wide and nervous. Embarrassed by her slight panic upon hearing the ThunderClanner, she licked her chest fur, trying to give herself time to calm down.


    "It's fine," the small apprentice answered. Perhaps her response sounded blunt, though that wasn't her intention. She liked the idea of becoming friends with this ThunderClanner - she seemed friendlier than quite a lot of them, but she was just nervous, and sometimes, her shy nature made her come across as rude. "Yeah, I'm from SkyClan," the longhaired molly answered. "I'm Owlpaw." She took another bite from her sparrow, stalling for time as she frantically thought about what she might say next. She had nothing, absolutely nothing, and by the time her bite was finished, she was none the wiser. What was she meant to say? 'Sorry that I'm staying in your camp?' 'Are you looking forward to fighting the rats?' 'This sparrow tastes nice - do you prefer sparrow, or do you prefer mouse?' There was nothing else that Owlpaw could say, not the way she saw it, so she just had to hope that Wickedgames knew how to make the conversation work.


    "Can you feel my heart?"

    ooc ; hey, sorry for the late reply ! i had an exam to study for so i was gone a few days. i also had to change her name for trad rules so now she goes by wickedrose !


    Wickedrose wasn't the best at making conversation either. As a result, they both sat in silence for a few seconds as the she-cat observed the Skyclanner. Owlpaw. So she was an apprentice, a few moons younger than her ; the trip to Thunderclan must have been difficult, and staying in a foreign camp must have stressed out the obviously nervous she-cat. Wickedrose decided to try to make her feel at ease.


    "Is it nice in Thunderclan ?" she proposed as a somewhat awkward subject. "Have the others been friendly to you ? It must not be easy to be far from home." Though no one mentioned the rats, Wickedrose's thoughts echoed the apprentice's. Until then she hadn't though that she could help drive out those nasty pests. But now that the vague term "Skyclanner" had a friendly - if somewhat nervous - face, it would have been difficult not to feel compassion. I think I'll help, she decided. It's only fair.


    I'm scared to get close

    And I hate being alone — tags

    //that's ok! I hope that your exam went well!


    Owlpaw had no clue how to answer that question. No one had really been rude, not to her face, at least, but Owlpaw had a tendency to blow every situation out of proportion, and interpreted almost every gesture from the ThunderClan cats as a sign of hostility.


    She remembered a while back, overhearing Pumpkinstrut, Ivorypaw and Shellpaw talking about the SkyClanners. The way they had been speaking... it had made Owlpaw feel incredibly unwelcome. She had already assumed that ThunderClan didn't want SkyClan taking refuge in their camp - why would they? But it was only then that she realised to what extent they disliked the SkyClanners hanging around.


    But what was she meant to say to Wickedrose? Owlpaw couldn't exactly start talking nastily about the molly's Clanmates, but at the same time, she didn't especially want to lie... it was hard for her to keep her mouth shut when Wickedrose was presenting her with the opportunity to tell her exactly what she thought of ThunderClan.


    This warrior had been kind so far though, and the small black apprentice concluded it might work in her favor to at least try to be nice in return. And so she simply answered, "It's nice here, but I'd like to go home," quickly justifying her response, she added, raising her small paws slightly as she spoke, "Not that I have a problem with this place! But I miss my camp, and my nest, and my sister too - I got separated from her and I don't know where she is," she had already said more than she would usually say to a stranger, but she felt as though she hadn't answered Wickedrose's questions properly, so she forced herself to carry on talking. "It was very kind of ThunderClan to take us in - but you must be sick of us by now!" she forced out an awkward laugh, her blue gaze dropping to her paws. "With any luck, we'll be out of your fur soon."


    The black and white molly supposed that could have gone worse. She hadn't started ranting about ThunderClan and how uncomfortable they made her, for a start. This conversation was going surprisingly well - at least from Owlpaw's point of view. The way she saw it, she hadn't screwed up - yet.


    "Can you feel my heart?"