He's Broken...Rude...And Arrogant...Can you get to his heart?

"I thought even you would follow the warrior code," he said promptly, picking up his muzzle from pretending to eat. He picked up the scruff of the mouse and raced towards home.

He already arrived at the camp, way before her, and lay stretched in the evening sun, satisfaction permeating him. He selected a small morsel from the FK pile and began to eat. What a stupid cat, he thought. She keeps following me, yet she keeps trying to kill me. Another purr escaped his mouth. I can't believe she fell for that old trick. Maybe I should tell Wrathstar.

He changed his mind. It would cause too much controversy. He wasn't that type of guy. He prefered an advantage over her. He wondered vaguely why she kept following him. It was irritating. I mean, he wanted to be alone for once. He scowled at his thoughts. Only cats who moon over each other do that. A second thought that had sprouted from the first crossed his mind, but he pushed it down. She's not the type of cat I like. She's not sweet, understanding, or frankly even the least bit considerable. he would never admit aloud that was what he was looking for, but that's what he thought. Reefpaw is just plain annoying.

When he saw her arrive with a bundle of fur and feathers covering her face, he chuckled scorningly at her effort. "Nice hunt, Reefpaw," he called mockingly, laughing so hard his words were muffled.

Smokepaw smiled. That was easy.

Smokepaw's ears flatten when he dozes, so when he heard her voice, his ears shot up, and some soot drifted into the air. He smiled, but it was a false and a suspicious one. "Sure." he padded back to the forest, back to the old burnt tree. He went inside. He wished there was someone who shared his intrests, and who also sometimes liked being alone. And maybe a tom, too. Then things wouldn't that awkward between them. Someone who had cool parents, or who didn't have any, too. Someone he could create a whole nother world with. Reefpaw was a start."First, let's sleep." he yawned, even though he had been doing just that for a while.
The moon was already up, but he didn't have any parents to care what he did.

OOC: have you read the poppy series by Avi? If you're anywhere around or over the tween age, it might be a little young for you, but it's sweet and interesting. I liked it when I was younger. I still like it now. A character from that series is actually who Smokepaw is based on. But he's a mouse. Named Junior. Ragweed Junior.

OOC: ok.

I'll make two more characters to make things more interesting

Blackpaw-black tom with spiky fur and blue eyes, new apprentice, wants to become like Smokepaw

Silverpaw-likes Smokepaw, silver she cat with slim diamond on forehead, enchanting with words, sweet, sometimes decisive, Blackpaw likes her

IC: Once Reefpaw was asleep, Smokepaw thought about leaving. Naw, that's awfully mean.

Smokepaw prodded her awake.

Blackkit's tail twitched with excitement. He was going to be an apprentice the next day. He leaned against Smallmoon, his mother. This was the last night he was going to sleep in the nursery with her. He wasn't going to admit it, but he was going to miss her.

Silverpaw dreamed, wondering where on earth that Tom in the nest next to her had gone. He barely wondered about Reefpaw's empty nest.

He shrugged. "Can't sleep with you kicking my face every three seconds."

"Might get up. Dawn broke." he got out and stretched his aching muscles, then walked back to camp.

While he was drawing nearer, he heard the deputy's call of patrol organization.

Smokepaw still walked as she ran ahead of him.