what's been happening in your world¿ [lionpaw]

[Mousepaw]

[ for Lionfang -- sorry it's a little late ;w; ]

Mousepaw was, as usual, hyper; it felt as if a plethora of random thoughts and feelings had all been dumped in a blender inside her head and the blend-setting had been turned to high. Her mind buzzed erratically, bursting into sudden floods of ideas like 'What if Blood of Olympus hadn't come out yet?' and 'What if [ spoiler ] Nico was straight?' then subsiding into static.

All those issues, however, were just symptoms of Being Awesome and Slightly Insane; Mouse's real problem was the lack of apprentices/friends. Just to be sure no one was around, she yelled at the top of her lungs, "What's been happening in your world?! What have you been up to?! I gotta tell you the truth… I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake. Snap out of it! " Deciding that the one-and-a-half-verses-with-some-omitions were sufficient, the faded calico bounded gleefully out of the apprentices' den, flopping down casually in the afternoon sun by the den entrance.

[Lionfang]

The tall, lean, young male trotted slowly away from the fresh-kill pile, studying his clanmates with golden eyes. It wasn't until he reached the apprentices den that obnoxious screaming could be heard. He sighed, flicking his long, golden, spotted tabby tail. It wasn't long after that when a shape flung herself out of the den and onto the ground, basking in the warmth of the sunlight. He neared her, peering into the den. He just wanted to find his nest at the back of the den and rest, as he was tired after his intensive battle training with Cloudfrost. 

"I do hope you have the wit to realize that you are blocking the entrance to the apprentice's den." He meowed, flicking a golden ear. He looked down at the lump on the camp ground, and a brief moment of recognition flickered over his handsome features, followed with a disgusted expression, even shorter then the first, all before she saw him. He cocked a fictional eyebrow. "Oh, hello, again."

[Mousepaw]

Mousepaw lifted her head groggily, as if she had been asleep all along. "Of course I realize that," she mewed haughtily, hauling herself to her paws. Feigning irritation, she added, flicking her tail in the direction of the den, "That moron in there won't stop screaming, so I had to leave. Someone needs to shut it up." Of course, if the calico's scheme unravelled perfectly (her plots were usually a disaster, but oh whale), no one would have to know she was the moron shrieking her head off.

After a swift glance at the golden tom, horror began to spread over the apprentice's patched features. "Oh I know you," she said just as the other cat said, 'Oh hello again.' With a huffed sigh, she wondered if the tom was still an arrogant fleabag. (Not that he didn't have a reason to be a little vain , but he would never make friends if he went around insulting everyone he met.) 'I guess there's only one way to find out,' the tiny femme resolved morosely, plastering a hint of a smile on her face. "I don't think I managed to catch your name last time we met," she mewed, managing to clamp her mouth shut so she didn't flood the tom with her pointless rambling.

[ whoops kinda a confusing post ]

[Lionfang]

Lionpaw tilted his head, molten-golden eyes studying her as she spoke. When she finished, he let out a small, short chuckle. "Honestly, you've got to plan your excuses more thoroughly before going through with them." He peered into the den again, wishing the calico would move. The tall male looked down at her once more. "You just called yourself a moron." He smirked, stepping gracefully over the body.

The spotted tabby tom padded silently through the entrance, pausing with one paw poised in the air, ready to take another step. He looked over his shoulder. Why the hell would she want to know my name? He thought. Last time I checked, she didn't enjoy my presence much at all. "Lionpaw." He answered simply, watching the small female, waiting for her to state her own name.