The shy blue calico needed to work on her skills outside of healing. Things that a normal apprentice would do, such as hunting, or battling. She couldn't exactly hold a battle training, as it was simply not in her interests and too extreme. No, she'd do a simple, good old fashioned hunting patrol.
"H-hunting patrol" The she-cat stammered quietly.
"Yes." The adoptive daughter of Twelfthnight swallowed, readying herself to be the bearer of bad news. "Twelfthnight, er, Dad, what Abbeykit is s-sobbing about..." She didn't know if she could say it, but she had to. For her sister. "Is pregnant. R.ped."
Freepaw chose to ignore Winterpaw and pretend like she hadn't spoken badly of her, as she did not want to endanger her chances. Shrugging, she kept her blue gaze steadily locked on the Flashflood.
"C-cool. I won't b-be surprised if any of the kits s-show up and ask to come along." The she-cat smiled at her adopted brother. What a family she had made! Blue eyes gleaming, she glanced around, to see if anyone else was there and willing to join.
"M-minion tag." The blue calico stuttered, making her appearance. Smiling as she greeted her two brothers, the she-cat sat down, curling her tail over her paws, anxiously awaiting a reaction. They'd probably never heard of it. Quite the fun kithood game, actually.
"Hello, siblings." Freepaw meowed, making an appearance. She knew Firstkit wasn't all that thrilled about her joining the family, but Dolphinkit, on the other hand, was always excited. Blue eyes hiding a smile, the calico moved forward, to Linkinpark, her adopted brother's side.
Anybody want a thread with my little Freepaw?
"Maybe that one about an octopus's garden?" Freepaw shot a glance at her adopted sister, Firstkit, and offered a small smile. She knew the she-cat didn't exactly like her all that much, and she'd have to have a word with her later.
Feary:
They do. Make it.
Turquoise:
Ah, they do need a super awkward thread. The shy and the.....Firstkit.
Dolphin:
I've been waiting for one between the two! Mind making it?
Freepaw stole a glance a Firstkit, different thoughts shooting through her head. She knew the she-cat wasn't exactly her biggest fan, and figured she was just getting used to the family changes. Shrugging, she waited for Linepaw to react to her answer.
Freepaw shyly made an appearance, glancing curiously at the small she-cat. The blue calico wondered what was going on, and intended to find out...through someone else. Blue eyes gleaming, she waited for someone else to ask what was going on.
/rolls in behind Feary
YOU SAW NOTHING.
/rolls out behind Feary
"Yes?" Shyly Freepaw perked an ear, intrigued, but shy, not wanting to make an outburst like Firstkit. Eyes gleaming, she cocked her head slightly at the small she-kit who appeared to be swimming.
"Yes, Firstkit, you are." The blue calico let a small smile slip.
{deadmuse}
{this is a private thread, guys. Feel free to stalk}
Freepaw was mad.
No, scratch that enraged.
It was so unlike her, the sweet and shy little thing she was. But this had gone too far, Hiddenpaw screwing with her sister. And she intended to punish him, despite the fact that her fighting was terrible. She was fueled on sheer anger, and anger lead people to do stupid things, no?
Stomping up to the ScarClan border, the she-cat blindly crossed over, searching for the fiend.
"I dunno..." The blue calico trailed off, nervously. She wasn't sure she wanted to play, but perhaps, if convinced, she would.
YES, FREEPAW'S PHRASE LIVES ON!
Blue eyes alive with rage, the normally incredibly shy calico that was Abbeykit's sister narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me, you're telling me about territory? When you cross into our border and go ahead and r.pe my sister like there's no tomorrow? That's not how it works!" She growled, clearly quite pissed. Only something she could pull off when she was mad to a high level. Normally, she'd be cowering in fear right now. But no, this tom had crossed the line.
"N-no." The she-cat stammered nervously, taken aback. Ugh, she could see why Abbey hated him so much. But she was losing confidence, and that wasn't go. Struggling to put on a brave face, the she-cat attempted a glare.
{:O What if he r.ped her too?}
"Minion tag. One cat is i-it, and is known as the "clinkbug." everyone else is good, and they're called squirrels. The clinkbug goes and chases everyone a-around and if you're tagged, you b-become a minion. Eventually, there's one left, and that person is the new clinkbug." The blue calico meowed, feeling abit awkward because the attention was on her. Blue eyes gleaming, she glanced around the various cats, waiting for a response.
{I used to play this in 5th grade. c:}
