[size=7pt]Pythonpaw was sitting around the camp. He smiled, he was about two moons away from becoming a warrior. He was thrilled, though it was a long time away. He'd practice and practice and practice. Oh well, at this point he wanted to look for a companion. Somebody, anybody.
He sighed and got off of his butt to go look for someone.[/size]
[font=georgia][color=skyblue]Slightly amused, she strolled across the clearing to intercept Pythonpaw, her baby blue eyes gleaming with every step she took. Alabaster paws carried the seven moon old cream tabby over to the other apprentice, before she halted and a soft smile spread across her maw.
"You bored, mister?"
"Quite bored." He mewed in response to the she-cat. He didn't mind the somewhat rude interception. "May I ask who you are?"
[font=georgia][color=skyblue]"As am I. My name is Sleeplesspaw, the apprentice to Louvreart, mate to Crimepaw, and daughter to Koalapaw and Fleetwind. May I ask the same of you?" The apprentice queried in a bright, polite, and elegant tone. Sure, the tall, thin cream tabby was quite pretty and popular, but that didn't mean she couldn't talk to cats she had never even laid eyes on before.
"Quite detailed." He mewed with a friendly smile. "I'm Pythonpaw, soon to be Pythonprogram. I wish not to name my parents whereas it's not important." He mewed, matching this cat's class and elegance. He sat down. Funny how fast a stranger can become an acquaintance.
[he's g1 so i didn't say who his parents were C:]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px][align=center][size=8]Cinnamon striped paws carried the queen over, her belly bulging quite evidently. Any day now she would go in labor, it was only a matter of time. The Bouncer stifled a yawn and greeted the two apprentices, "Hello you two," She had no anger in her eyes today, how odd. Flickering her pastel green gaze, the queen nodded to Sleeplesspaw, who she considered a friend, as a gesture to come speak to her later.
[she's giving birth later tonight 8DDD]
[yaay :D]
"Hello there!" He let out a warm meow. His formal attitude turned tables to a warm and friendly mood. "What's your name?" He let out with a friendly smile.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px][align=center][size=8]The cinnamon she cat nodded in acknowledgement and purred, "Copperwires, dear." The Bouncer let a delicate smile touch her maw.
Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed in her belly. Oh StarClan, was she in labor? No, no, it was just the kits kicking was all. Groaning under her breath, the queen winced and shrugged it off to join them. No one probably noticed-- she was used to masking the pain.
"So what are you two talking about?" Her glassy, pastel green gaze flickered between the apprentices as she ground her teeth, holding in the squeals of pain.
[font=georgia][color=skyblue]"Nothing much, I mean, nothing you would honestly care about. Have you seen Secretarypaw or Generationpaw around lately? Jeez, I haven't seem them in, like, a million years!" Sleeplesspaw meowed, inheriting her old, stuck up personality once more, since she had discovered she was loved by three toms, and had close friends.
Gosh, she needed someone to just b.tchslap her one of these days, and she'd be fine. "How about you? You're so fat, you might pop any minute." She sneered good-humoredly.
When Sleeplesspaw mentioned Secretarypaw and Generationpaw, a blank look came across his face. He shrugged it off. Being unpopular had a lot of disadvantages.
His gaze turned to Copperwires and he smiled. "I like your name." he nodded. "I see you're goin to have a litter soon, congrats." he remarked.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px][align=center][size=8]The cinnamon tabby sent a hormonal based glance of hostility to the apprentice, "I'd hardly call the lovely kits inside of me my fat, but yes, they're due any day now," She scoffed and cuffed the apprentice's ear teasingly. Settling down beside Sleeplesspaw, Copperwires instantly remembered something, "You're preggers too if I'm not mistaken. How old 're you Sleep?" The Bouncer asked with a non-existent brow raised. An apprentice knocked up, and by whom? The cinnamon tabby wondered if it was even her mate or if it was just some silly kid fling. She was a kid after all, nothing more. And to be pregnant just the same as Copperwires, who loved Capricornpaw just the same as he loved her to death? Great StarClan, what was fucked up with this generation? Probably mothers high on catnip during labor or some shit.
Turning to looked at the tom, she flicked a grateful wave of her tail and smiled, "Thank you, dear. You're Pythonpaw if I'm not mistaken," The cinnamon tabby pursed her lips as she awaited some sort of 'yes' or 'no', whatever the form it be, whether it was a nod or shake.
He gave her a polite little nod. He wasn't too positive on what to do next, so he just listened to the conversation.
[align=center][font=georgia][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=gray; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: -6px; margin-top: 16px; letter-spacing: 10px; text-align: Left;][align=center][align=right][color=white]Rosykit.of.HawkClan[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#FF3333; border-radius: 20px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/bTzXC.jpg); overflow: auto; width: 480px; height: 490px; radius: 20px]
[img height=240 width=360]http://i.imgur.com/z9CuIR9.png[/img]
[fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=#FF3333; border-radius: 20px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; opacity: .6;][align=center][color=black][font=courier][font=trebuchet MS][color=#4876FF][align=center][color=#5bc236][font=georgia][color=black]The young kitten seemed to bounce rather than walk across the clearing and towards the gathering of cats. Freshly groomed white fur shone like a colorless sun as the albino feline strutted her stuff with confidence. Rosy tinted eyes glinted with excitement and wonder as she approached the next group of cats she was going to acquaint herself with today. Sleep tail whipping back and forth with happiness, Rosykit meowed with a smile, "[b]Rosykit's here!" She giggled at her entrance, yet soon her humor was forgotten as her eyes snapped to Copperwires' belly. "Whoa. You're fat like the queens without kittens in my den!"
She meant no offense by the term 'fat', as she was still quite young even for kitten standards. Her innocence was blatantly clear in her eyes as they stared widely. Then her eyebrows scrunched, "Why are some cats big while most are skinny?"
Tigerpaw appeared out of no where behind Rosykit as he twtiched his scarred ear. "Because they are expecting...like how Wildstreak was expecting you." He meowed in a deep husky tone as he shifted his piercing amber eyes on the small kit
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia]Maykit padded toward them, a smile on his face. "Hi!" said the kitten with a smile, yellow eyes flickering with happiness. He was out to enjoy himself this time, and tried to recognize all the cats. "I'm Maykit," the son of Peregrinestar and Milkshake meowed, his voice mellow and humble. He was never one for bragging or yelling.
"And congrats," he meowed to those who were expecting kits; that was what the other cats said to the queens.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px][align=center][size=8]Copperwires hated being bombarded by cats. Really though-- too many youngsters always flustered her. The heavily pregnant queen heaved herself to her paws and let out a sigh; it was time for her to make her leave. She tipped her head to the newcomers, a sort of friendly welcome, and mewed to those already present from before, "Well, it's time for me to go. Perhaps I'll see you all later, though?" The cinnamon tabby shrugged with a light tone and began trotting away very sluggishly. Movement during pregnancy wasn't something you could call 'easy'.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia]''Bye~!" mewed Maykit, a bit disappointed that she was leaving. He supposed it wasn't easy being a queen, and guessed a lot of stress came with it. The son of Peregrinestar and Milkshake shuffled his paws, liking the company of all the cats.
[align=center][font=times new roman]The brown tabby nodded to the leaving queen. "Bye, Copperwires."
[align=center][font=georgia][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=gray; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: -6px; margin-top: 16px; letter-spacing: 10px; text-align: Left;][align=center][align=right][color=white]Rosykit.of.HawkClan[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#FF3333; border-radius: 20px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/bTzXC.jpg); overflow: auto; width: 480px; height: 490px; radius: 20px]
[img height=240 width=360]http://i.imgur.com/z9CuIR9.png[/img]
[fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=#FF3333; border-radius: 20px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; opacity: .6;][align=center][color=black][font=courier][font=trebuchet MS][color=#4876FF][align=center][color=#5bc236][font=georgia][color=black]Rosykit nodded to Tigerpaw, still extremely confused but not going to press the matter. It seemed unimportant now that Copperwires was leaving. Turning to Maykit, Tigerpaw, and the others, Rosykit meowed, "[b]What are we going to do now?" Not that they were doing anything before... but perhaps they could begin to do something fun?
Tigerpaw smiled at Rosykit and shrugged.
OOC: mobile....will edit