It hurts more than you think it does (She-cat needed)

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    OOC: Okay, I've seen billions of threads with drop-dead gorgeous she-cats and I'm wondering if I could do one about a not-pretty she-cat. Like Brightheart, the she-cat won't be beautiful but she is pretty at heart. I want you (whoever joins this thread) to play the she-cat, if you can handle it.


    IC: Iceshade sighed, ignoring the she-cats who were flirting with him. He hated the she-cats who acted like they had no flaws and they were perfect. The white tom pushed away from the she-cats and walked to the warriors den.

    A rather new warrior, but not a young one, laid in the corner of the warrior's den, still sleeping her day -and her worries- away. She wasn't a pretty sight, with one almost unusable leg, half of a tail, and a torn eye that would never see again. She often frightened cats, with her ugly, scarred appearance. She was once a pretty ginger she-cat, but now at least half of her was torn and scarred. She stirred slightly, her legs spreading out and covering two nests other than hers.

    OOC: Thanks for joining! :) I was worried that no one will join.


    IC: Iceshade walked into the warriors den and saw a scarred she-cat. Cocking his head to one side, he padded up to her. He didn't want to disturb her but he wanted someone to talk to. He gently prodded her shoulder with a paw and sat down, fluffy white tail curled neatly around his paws.

    (Yeah, that happens to me a lot.)


    The she-cat opened her eyes, and immediately tense. She looked up at him, pale blue eye narrowed, but she calmed down once she realized it was not anyone there to truly disturb her. "Am I in your nest?" She asked, her voice deep but still with the staccato of femininity. "If I am, I'm sorry." She got to her paws, her injured leg clearing offering limited mobility, as she could not unbend it all the way.

    "No, no. It's okay. I just wanted someone to talk to." Iceshade shook his head and looked up at her. "It's just all the other she-cats were flirting and they didn't really...well, you know....talk to me. i was figuring you would." He explained quickly, not wanting to sound like a flirty tom.

    "Ah, I understand. So, what do you want to talk about? Would you like to go hunting or something?" For some reason it seemed important to prove to Iceshade that she wasn't a helpless, useless cat. She couldn't swim, nor climb properly, but she could hunt and fight, and that's what mattered to her. "My name's Stolensky, for the record." Not many cats made it a point to learn her name.

    "Beautiful name. And um.... we can talk about anything I guess. And yes, i would like to go hunting." Iceshade answered all in one breath. He had so much to say and he was happy he could get it all out.

    "Okay, let's go. We can talk while walking." She ducked out of the den, waiting for him outside. "And.. Thanks."

    "For what?' Iceshade came out of the den. He wondered why she was thanking him, for he hadn't done anything special.

    "For saying you think my name's.. beautiful." Stolensky replied. "Come on, let's go!" She said playfully, tactfully changing the subject. She bounded toward the camp entrance, her odd leg barely pushing compared to the right leg. The medicine cat had helped her a lot, especially with the physical therapy, and she had been able to become a warrior after ten long moons of apprenticeship.

    The she-cat left camp, her patched long dark ginger fur billowing out around her with the wind. Her single green eye found a snowbank and she leapt, crouching behind it. She threw a pawful of snow at him, laughing.