|
|
Post by Fadingnight on Apr 19, 2015 18:35:05 GMT -6
Fadingnight sighed, but stayed on her back. "I don't know what to tell you Thistle." So many thoughts had been bumbling through her head at the time of her confession, mostly because the rejection of her mind had just been lifted. "Why don't you just tell me exactly what you are thinking right now. Every... last... bit."
It wasn't too hard for her to pick through a cat's brain once she knew what they were thinking. Picking cats minds appart was a specialty of hers.
|
|
|
|
Post by Thistlefang on Apr 19, 2015 18:46:55 GMT -6
The tom twitched an ear. Tell her everything he was thinking? That was... odd. He moved his head so he'd be able to talk. "I don't know. I just don't know what to tell her." He groaned and rolled onto his side. "I just want to sleep my life away."
|
|
|
|
Post by Fadingnight on Apr 19, 2015 19:09:37 GMT -6
"Oh come on Thistle, what could happen?" She didn't expect anything too bad to happen at least. Unless Thistle went insane when he realized he actually liked another cat more than a friend and went on a killing spree which was highly unlikely. "What do you have to lose?"
Everyone died at some point, make the most of the days still breathing.
|
|
|
|
Post by Thistlefang on Apr 19, 2015 23:22:38 GMT -6
"A lot of things could happen." He closed his eyes and frowned. "You know what? Forget it. I'll just ignore her for the rest of my life." He curled up into a ball and rested his tail in front of his face. 'How come you're never tired?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Fadingnight on Apr 20, 2015 13:49:58 GMT -6
How come she was never tired?
Frankly she didn't even know how to begin explaining that. Often she was up all night watching the sky and the camp around them because she couldn't seem to get a wink of sleep between nightmares. The most she had slept was when she was a kit and the nightmares hadn't begun. It was halfway through her apprenticeship, now she got a good 4 hours of sleep if she was lucky.
"Eh, I don't really know, but don't try to change the subject." She wiped his nose with her tail and crawled over on her stomach to face Thistlefang. Fadingnight was at eye level with him and she stared at him for a minute, eyes slanted and ears pushed forward. "Why don't you just stop being a mouse-brain, and figure out what exactly you want."
|
|
|
|
Post by Thistlefang on Apr 20, 2015 17:28:53 GMT -6
Thistlefang grumbled as she changed the subject back. He rolled his eyes and glared at Fadingnight as she crawled over. "I don't know what you mean by that. What I want is sleep and food." He narrowed his eyes and stared right back. She's probably just as sick of this conversation as I am.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fadingnight on Apr 23, 2015 14:04:02 GMT -6
"Yeah, okay." Fadingnight purred to herself, rolling her eyes just the same as he had. He was still a young warrior and most likely didn't understand the significance of this subject, a bond stronger than clan-mates. It was a bond that felt good to have, but bad at the same time. What would she do if she had to save the deputy over her mate during a badger attack? Or would she let her deputy die? Don't be stupid, the only blood you will see in your lifetime will either be on your claws or crimson running from your own throat.
Fadingnight was the kind of cat that would die for what she believed in, but what she believed in was often not right... wouldn't be right in the eyes of other cats. It was the way her mind worked, the way her brain played and ran over things that were obstacles. "Well, before you puke because of that fish, should we get back to the camp?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Thistlefang on Apr 23, 2015 17:50:24 GMT -6
Thistlefang grunted and rolled over. Thoughts were buzzing through his mind and he hated it. Starting to get a headache, he groaned and shut his eyes. This sucked, and the taste of fish still hung in his mouth. I just want to go to camp...
As if Fadingnight read his thoughts, he hopped back up and smiled a little. "Please." He started trotting off quickly, wanting to get to camp ASAP. Glancing back, he snickered. "I'll beat you!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Fadingnight on Apr 24, 2015 14:11:35 GMT -6
He had caught her off guard, sprinting off like there was no tomorrow. She hadn't expected it but was on his paws in no time. In her alone moments in the forest she often ponders her own origin and if any of it came from Fireclan, being long legged and fast she was. Fighting was her largest flaw, something she was not well at. In fact the only way she would be able to completely take a cat down was with the element of surprise and using hunting techniques.
Fadingnight's paws hit the ground as hard as stone as she continued in her sprint towards the camp. Although Thistlefang still had the lead, maybe she'd just let him win. |
|
|
|
Post by Thistlefang on May 2, 2015 19:45:25 GMT -6
Thistlefang started slowing down. Alright. There's no way this she-cat will win. He glanced back. She was catching up quickly. He stopped and waited for her, though it wasn't a long wait. "Man, you suck at trying to beat me." The tom said in a matter-of-fact tone. He looked to the camp entrance. Only a few tail-lengths away. "Well, let's go in. I'm excited to sleep."
|
|
