Snacking on Sweets //Semi-Private//

[Sweetpaw]

((For Butterball, but anyone else is welcome to join))

Sweetpaw pulled herself to feet, shaking the dust off her sun-warmed tabby pelt as she headed over towards the fresh-kill pile. Surprisingly, she found that nothing seemed to repel her, as most of the fur-and-feather covered prey had when she first joined TreeClan. Snatching a mouse, she found an unoccupied space to enjoy her meal and watch the camp. Everything was relatively quiet, with a few other cats roaming around, none of which she knew. 

Blinking, she spotted a grey tabby kit coming out of the nursery. Locking gaze’s with the small tom, she encouraged him to come over with a flick of her tail— excited at the prospect of meeting one of the Clan’s kits, seeing as she had been avoiding the nursery since she wasn’t sure how much the Queen’s would like an outsider like her hanging around their kits.

[Galekit]

Galekit perked his ears at the friendly gesture, quickly running towards the brown tabby in hopes of making a new friend. He hadn't talked to many other cats outside of the other kits in the nursery, and his heart sped at the thought of talking to another member of the clan, even if they were only an apprentice. At least, he thought she was based on her rather small size and lack of the ease that most of the older cats held.

Almost running into her, Galekit skidded to a stop just in front of the apprentice.

"Hi!" he said excitedly, sitting down and wrapping his rather long tail over his paws.

[Sweetpaw]

Sweetpaw perked up at the kit’s bright personality, glad she would have someone energetic to spend her time with. “Hello,” she meowed, swiping her tongue across her muzzle as she swallowed her last bite of prey, “I’m Sweetpaw,” she introduced, her pelt pricking a bit with pride. Losing her train of thought, she took a second to think about what she was going to say next.
Truthfully, she had really doubted the kitten would actually come over— sometimes it seemed like the cats around here avoided her like the plague. It’s too be expected I guess, she thought, I don’t think all of them completely accept me yet; I’ll just have to prove myself. 
Shifting slightly, the bobtailed-tabby dragged herself back into the conversation she was having, her pale amber eyes sparking with excitement as an idea struck her, “hey, you wanna play a game?” she asked. The last time she had played a game with another cat it had been her sister, Clara, and that was just a silly old race. She had heard some of the apprentices talk about games they played when they were kits, and those seemed much more fun than dreary old kittypet games.

[Galekit]

Galekit jumped to his paws, practically jumping with excitement. "Of course! I love to play games! I play with my littermates all the time! What do you want to play?" Galekit meowed so quickly he jumbled most of the words together. He could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect of playing a game with a someone other than his littermates, and an apprentice no less! Just wait until the other kits hear about this he thought proudly.

But what if the games Galekit liked to play were too immature and simple for Sweetpaw? She'd probably played them all when she was a kit, and would be bored, but he didn't know any other games. Maybe he'd ask her what she wanted to play, and just pretend that he knew how the game worked.

"Oh I'm Galekit by the way," he said, realizing he hadn't given Sweetpaw his name yet.

[Sweetpaw]

“Galekit…” the tabby tested out the name, nodding in approval, “pretty fine name,” she complimented, bouncing to her feet as she thought through all the different possibilities for games. Ugg, they’re all pretty awesome, she thought with dismay, seeing as it wasn’t making her decision any easier. “Now, how we play…Warriors. Yeah, that one sounded pretty rad,” Sweetpaw suggested, relatively just saying the first game that popped into her mind.

[Galekit]

Well, it would figure that an apprentice would want to play warriors Galekit thought That's what they're training to be after all.


"Sure! Since you're an apprentice, and probably know a lot about being a warrior already, you can be a...a deputy! From an enemy clan! And you're trying to...steal all the fresh-kill. And I'll be the brave warrior that stops you!"

Galekit raised his hackles, assuming the position he and had seen warriors do before when they had their guard up. Leaning down in what he hoped was a slightly menacing manner, he let out a playful hiss, inviting the apprentice to join in with a flick of his tail.

[Sweetpaw]

Sweetpaw purred, backing away a few steps and taking a defensive position as she narrowed her pale amber eyes playfully. “Okay then,” she murmured, then raised her voice, adding a snarky tone to it, “I am Sweettooth, Deputy of… FireClan! Eat my dirt you foul little furball,” she hissed, almost snickering aloud at the name she had chosen as she darted forward, striking forward with a sheathed paw. Careful not to hurt him, she warned herself, knowing she would feel horrible of she harmed young tom.

[Galekit]

Galekit tried to dodge away from Sweetpaw, but ended up tripping and falling into a direct blow instead, resulting in a rather ungraceful tumble to the ground. Shooting to his paws, Galekit shook his head, sending particles of dirt through the air, and pretending nothing had happened. "Don't think you can underestimate me Sweettooth! For I am TreeClan's bravest and most noble warrior, uh, Gale..heart! And I won't let you take any of this fresh-kill!" Galekit mewed, batting a pile of leaves behind his flank with his back paw, as if it were fresh-kill.

Galekit pounced onto Sweetpaw's shoulder, gently tugging at her ear with his small fangs.