When Did I Say Hi? | P, RaccoonSun

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    Raccoonhobble

    There goes my luck

    There goes my pride


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    He wasn’t sent on a patrol, for all he knew he was still dubbed and elder. But he snuck away from camp, if not to find a rouge predator to kill him then just stretch his stupidly twisted leg. His leg, the thing that kept him from being crowned a warrior. The same leg that made him bitter that fuelled his hatred for himself. He stopped walking -not noticing how close he was to the Thunderclan border- he stared it down, the fully twisted up, useless, ugly, painful, leg. He let a deep roar out as he thrashed to the ground, he just couldn’t bottle his emotions up anymore, they had spilled over the top again. He ripped at whatever was in his sight ; small bushes, the dirt, rocks were thrown, he was tearing the environment apart. As if that would fix his leg. “I don’t want this anymore.” The harsh words were spoken all so softly in his gravelly voice, “I just want to leave. To disassociate. I want it to just stop.” He screwed his eyes shut, half to block the world and the other half to stop the tears ripping through the dust on his grey face. “But I can’t. I have Batpaw. She can’t loose anymore...” Batpaw, his niece, the only thing to keep him going, to stay strong, to keep up a fight. It used to be his drive to stay a warrior, but that was gone now. Now it was her. His blue eyes flicked open to see a figure in the bush near him. Terror ripped through the pain and anger he felt. He clumsily tracked back his dead leg getting in the way over and over again. His fur spiked everywhere it was long enough and his claws unsheathed.


    Sundapple here it is!

    code by xredxpepperx

    ▲ A lithe figure slunk out of the undergrowth, her lovely dappled pelt glossy in the sunshine. She was alone, and for a moment blissfully unaware of the angsty Tom's presence as she picked daintily along the stony ground. She hurt a sound and paused a moment, somewhat startled to see a stranger on their border. Intruder! And you're not supposed to be out here! She had already gotten in trouble recently for goofing off instead of making herself useful. With one last nervous glance over her shoulder she approached. "Well, hello there." She purred, her eyes twinkling mischeviously. "What did those bushes ever do to you?" The corners of her mouth curled into a smirk, her tail curling coyly. She had a penchant for making other cats uncomfortable with her lack if filter, and revelled in seeing them squirm.

    Raccoonhobble

    There goes my luck

    There goes my pride


    tags --

    His lips pulledup and his mouth opening with a hiss. “It isn’t your business she-cat!” His tail lashed, seeing the somewhat skinny figure of the cat he figured even with his stupid twisted leg it wouldn’t be a awfully outmatched fight. A little border scramble wasn’t anything anyway. “What are you doing here anyway?” He didn’t let the aggression leave his gruff voice. His patience had been slowly trickle from him, since Brightstar had been made leader. He was normally level headed, maybe grumpy and rude but level headed. Who was this stupid cat to speak so sarcastically to him?


    // sorry it took awhile

    code by xredxpepperx

           ↠ Stroke my fur

       And tell me I'm pretty↞


    ▲Sundapples pretty face twisted into a snarl, her fur bristling. She-cat?! How rude! "Somebody has a thorn in their paw." She spat crossley, a bit startled by the strangers sudden hostility. "You needn't be so hostile... and if you dont want to tell me, why should I tell you?!" The normally laid back molly had few buttons, and this cat was walking all over them with every paw.

    Raccoonhobble

    There goes my luck

    There goes my pride


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    Was this cat really going to keep testing him? His lips pulled in a full roar “Yes I have a thorn in my paw,” he snarled “If you can’t see you mouse brain I have a fully crippled leg! This leg has made my life awful!” He shoved his bummed leg as far into the air was it would allow. “I don’t need you coming here and acting all high and mighty! I’ve had enough of it today!” The anger was flooding out of him in every way. His tail slashed furiously and his ears lay flat. His claws flexed at the dirt, unlike the stupid cat in-front of him he hadn’t had life handed to him.

    code by xredxpepperx

           ↠ Stroke my fur

       And tell me I'm pretty↞


    ▲The pretty molly didnt know what to say, or whether to be offended or feel sorry for the Windclanner. Clearly his hostility was less about her and more about his poor self image. "Well I didnt cripple you!" She spat indignantly, "You have no reason to deflect you insecurities onto me. Not today." She lashed her tail angrily, a little bit disappointed that the tom was so unpleasant.

    Raccoonhobble

    There goes my luck

    There goes my pride


    tags --

    At her words the sooty tail stopped slashing. He stopped moving completely. He already knew he was projecting on to the unfortunate cat who came across him; but had the projecting really been from his poor self image and not the fact he was made a elder too soon? His icy blue eyes froze still practically glazed as he thought, thoughts that would felt like hours and days, but in reality was only seconds. His eyes flicked back to the dappled she-cat “I... I am not insecure,” a clear lie, the way his gruff voice wavered was clue enough “I’m angry at what life has dealer me!” The harsh tone returned “And you still haven’t said why you are here without a patrol! I have my reasons as you can see as childish as it may seem!” He stormed again, this stranger wouldn’t tell him how he felt. He wasn’t insecure he was mad. It was easier to be mad than come to terms with his inner trouble.

    code by xredxpepperx

           ↠ Stroke my fur

       And tell me I'm pretty↞


    ▲ Sundapple didnt want to admit that she had been out wasting time, avoiding the camp for fear that one of the senior warriors would put her to work. That just made her more angry, that she was embarassed of the truth. She rattled her brain looking for some excuse for why she was out here alone, but came out empty pawed. "I'm on my own territory." She grumbled begrudgingly, lowering her head and avoiding eye contact. "I was just out for a walk. Is that a problem?"

    Raccoonhobble

    There goes my luck

    There goes my pride


    tags --

    He looked at the molly, seeing the averted gaze the grumbled words. He had seen that before, he did it enough himself. Grumble some stupid lie or sarcastic response under his breath, it was his specialty “Tell the truth!” He snapped. He didn’t care really but if he could make the cat squeal it could release some of the tension making his shoulders ache. A toxic mindset, he shouldn’t use others uncomfortableness for his pleasure and he would sure know that later that night when he is trying to sleep.

    code by xredxpepperx

           ↠ Stroke my fur

       And tell me I'm pretty↞


    ▲ Sundapple was getting annoyed now, and she scoffed in exasperation. "There's nothing to tell! I'm a freeloader, alright? A slacker, a lie about, a lazy lump. A waste of fur." She didnt have the energy or the motivation to make herself useful, so she hid all day while her clanmates picked up the slack. She sighed shakily and snarled at herself, thrashing a small prickly Bush nearby as Raccoonhobble had done a moment before. She had to admit, it did help.