Words can be Sharper than Claws. Open RP! (Plot included) (Rpers needed!)

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    Streampaw said, "It is okay Earthpaw. I caught a mouse, and I am just on my way back to camp...Yes...Brookpaw is very arrogant and she makes my so mad sometimes...." Her eyes clouded with anger, then cleared. She was going to win this war, with Brokpaw. And she knew it. Brushing past Earthpaw, she padded into camp, and seeing Brookpaw made her want to chomp on as many Yarrow leaves as she could find. Her gaze softened when she noticed Stormpaw, and she could not surpress a purr. Dropping her catch on the freshkill pile, she coldly eyed Brookpaw and passed her, and sat beside Stormpaw.

    "Hey, I was wondering if we can go on a dawn patrol tomorrow?" Stormpaw said.


    Friaries watched.

    Streampaw mewed back, "That would be great!" She trotted over to the Fresh kill pile, picked up a vole and brought it back. "Do you want to share?" She asked Stormpaw, aware of Brookpaw's gaze burning into her fur.

    "Sure. Maybe on the dawn patrol, Brookpaw can come too?" Stormpaw said.

    "Oh...Sure." Streampaw replied, trying to sound bright. She did nont want to push Stormpaw into Brookpaw's lap by hating her openly.

    "Ok." Stormpaw said and continued to eat. Who do I love?? Streampaw or Brookpaw!!?? He yelled in his mind.

    Streampaw sat up stiffly, tying not to let her claws slide out and pierce the soil, and replied, "Hello Brookpaw. Groomed yourself today? Or were you just in a hurry this morning?" Her tone was not mocking, but showing nothing.

    "Oh,no,I was just out hunting with Stormpaw.I didn't groom myself yet,but thank you for reminding me."she said and sat down.

    Stormpaw looked at both of them. Streampaw or Brookpaw??? Why is this so confusing??

    Streampaw's pelt was on fire with rage. "He....Went Hunting with her? Why HER?" She wailed to her conscience. Her eyes swimming in hurt, she looked at Stormpaw, and a hoarse mew cracked with pain said, "I..I have to go. You can have the prey." She got up, and a tear fell onto the dust beside her. Padding into the forest, she climbed a tree not far from camp. Her belly growled in protest, but she ignored it. As the leaves shuddered in the light breeze, she almost wished that she could be one of them, and just drift in the wind and haver no worries at all. But no, she had to deal with not being able to freely express her love for Stormpaw. "All because of Brookpaw..." She whispered to herself quietly. The Aspen the she had climbed had gotten white chalk on her pelt. She ignored it, and only sat, loking at the wind. By the time her paws were getting sore and she had to shift them, tears stained the branch, and her paws.

    Brightspirit tried to comfort the apprentice.

    Earthpaw heard the conversation and felt anger stir in her belly. "Hello Brookpaw. Did it take you a moon to learn learn how to be a rude crowfood eater? Or maybe a year?" she meowed her voice as cold as an icestorm. She padded out of the camp to find Streampaw. She followed her nose called from the bottom of the tree. "Streampaw are you ok? That crowfood eating Brookpaw isn't worth your tears. She's not worth a scrawny mousetail."

    Streampaw saw Brightspririt approaching her from her perch high in the aspen tree. She leapt gracefully down, determined not to fall and croaked, "I'm fine...." Before heading back to camp. She slipped into the apprentices den, sad that Stormpaw did not even try to follow her. She climbed in her nest and closed her eyes, knowing full well that she could not be more awake and reluctant to sleep.

    "It's allright." she crooned.

    "It's NOT allright!" Streampaw croaked. She wished more than ever that she was a leaf, free and drifting in the breeze.

    Dewfur was cooking up a plan. "Revenge." she said simply.

    Earthpaw walked back into camp sitting outside of the den alert for Brookpaw's approch. "Hmpt. That mean, rude, crowfood eating pest isn't anyones love." she snorted.

    Streampaw dat bolt upright, and her tail twitched. she hissed, "Earthpaw! Come in here!" Then turned back to Dewfur, waiting to hear the plan.