Posts by Mistypaw2000

"Wait for meee!" A high-pitched voice called out. The red pelt of Honeypawshowed and a small apprentice was running towards the two cats. "I wanna come, I wanna come!" Her bright green eyes shone as she halted just a few tail-lengths away from them, bouncing with excitment.

America gasped, "No hamburgers? You can't separate me from hamburgers!" He tried to look serious but his mouth twitched and he ended up smiling. "And I can take care of myself. I just choose not to." Alfred ran a hand through his hair but was careful enough not to let it get messed up again.

"You mean those things that taste like couch stuffing?" Alfred asked, not meaning to be hurtful but he was saying what he thought. He didn't really like scones. Hamburgers were more of his style and that was supposed to be obvious. Alfred slowly took his hand out of his hair thoughtfully, lost in thought.

ooc; Trust me, compared to how I play England, you are awesome xD

Alfred tilted his head to one side, "Sorry but the truth hurts." He shrugged then got a playful grin. "I'm sure your not really mad at me." He chuckled, messing up England's hair purposely. Alfred's childish side was showing again.

Alfred paused, thinking for a moment. He really wasn't that hungry but he didn't want to worry Arthur either. "I guess I'm hungry." He decided, hoping that his lie wouldn't be caught. Alfred also hoped that his appetite would come back, for he was already losing a lot of weight.

Alfred thought for a while then answered, "Yesterday morning. Why are you asking?" America didn't know what the point of that question was but he decided not to make much of it. Actually, what he said was true. He ate breakfast yesterday morning but he felt sick so he decided not to eat a lot. Then he had found his appetite fading and here he was.

Alfred stood up too and followed him into the kitchen. "Whatcha making?" America asked curiously, peeking over Arthur's shoulder to get a closer look. He hoped it wasn't scones but yet again, Alfred wasn't in the mood to eat just about anything. Of course he wouldn't say that aloud.

A small Russian Blue apprentice-sized she-cat appeared behind Truepaw. "What's going on?" Timepaw asked in a small voice, hoping that she wasn't bothering the two. The young and shy apprentice wasn't used to getting into clan matters but it was never too late to get social.

Timepaw, a small Russian Blue she-cat, heard the words 'hunting patrol' and she instantly stood up. The young she-cat needed to practice her hunting skills and now was the perfect chance. "Can I come?" Timepaw asked, stretching her legs so she could be energized for the hunt.

What the heck was going on? The millions of thoughts ran through Timepaw's head as the Russian Blue padded towards the cats. She halted a few tail-lengths away from the group and called out, "Excuse me, but what's going on?" Timepaw wanted a simple explanation before jumping to conclusions.

Timepaw tilted her head to one side. "But I'm an apprentice..." She pointed out politely, shuffling her paws. Timepaw was indeed small for her size but was she small enough to be mistaken for a kit? The thought sent a chill down her spine but Timepaw smiled, trying to be more social.

"Ooh... can I help?" Alfred asked excitedly. He didn't cook in quite a while and he wanted to experience it again. And normally, he would just fool around in the kitchen, playing with whatever he could find. Once he even got flour all over himself so he looked like a ghost. Oh yes, Alfred was not to be trusted in the kitchen.

"Please...? I swear I won't do anything stupid!" America begged, putting on his best pleading face. Even if England said no again, stubborn Alfred would help anyway. It would take his mind of everything happenning in the country.

Whistlepaw had been watching from a safe distance but now things got interesting so the she-cat bounded over to the group of cats gracefully. The young cream she-cat halted a few tail-lengths away from them but close enough she she could be seen and heard. "A loner? I hope she can put up a good fight." Whistlepaw muttered under her breath. Her pale sea green eyes were sparked with boredom, for she had seen many loners joining and it was pretty much old news. Well, as least Whistlepaw could enjoy watching the fight.

What the Hell was going on there? Whistlepaw was taking a short break from her battle training until she was stopped by voices rather loud. The young cream she-cat stood up, not letting her weariness show, and she slowly walked over to the two. Seeing that a fight might be starting, Whistlepaw took one step back but she was close enough so she could be noticed and heard. A little hesitant, Whistlepaw finally said to the loner, "Excuse me, but fights aren't supposed to be fair. They're supposed to be done to end something." Whistlepaw hardly ever spoke so she was nervous and it reflected in her voice. But even though she was quiet, she was never afraid to fight.

Timepaw bristled, her yellow eyes glinting with fury, "Nothing of my concern? I'm sorry but this kit is on clan territory and apparently, I'm a member of that clan. It partly is my concern." She retorted. Timepaw then took a deep breath and let her fur lay flat again. This wasn't what her mentor taught her to do in situations like this. She forced herself to keep calm, sheathing her tiny claws so she wouldn't look very intimidating to the kit.

"What the f**k?" Whistlepaw hissed and took off after the loner, ignoring her aching muscles from battle training. She had to stop Emberstrike from getting into the camp. Her heart thudded against her chest faster than before as she ran but Whistlepaw didn't stop for nothing. Well, at least the cats at camp there could stop Emberstrike, for they were tougher and faster than Whistlepaw. It took a while for Whistlepaw to realize that she was slowing and she skidded to a halt. Her breaths were coming in small and short gasps and she remembered that her mentor said to take it easy. Whistlepaw had a sort of asthma passed down from her parents so running wasn't the easiest thing to do.

Whistlepaw planned on to catch her breath then to go and help but it might take a while. But she knew that Djagatai could handle a situation like this so she hung back, trying to even out her breathing.

ooc; muse drop -_-

Defiantly participating <3

Is someone already a coffee maker? 'Cause I want to be one totally not because of my strange obsession to coffee

I feel loved <3 almost like i love my coffee xD

hmm... where can we find a cheese grater?