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Post by Orchidpaw on Apr 16, 2015 20:47:23 GMT -6
ThunderhowlOrchidpaw sat by the fresh kill pile, chewing on a bite of mouse. She was pretty lonely, but it wasn't too bad. Her siblings weren't around much, so she was used to it as a kitten. Hm. I suppose friends would be nice, she thought, raising her head to search for someone. she spotted a golden tabby tom heading for the fresh kill pile, and she smiled in greeting. "Hello!" She said, tilting her head as she watched him.  | where is my love? |
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Post by Thunderhowl on Apr 18, 2015 18:51:17 GMT -6
 outta luck, outta time; old-man winter's comin' on ,,
his father had been a great warrior, and at one time Lionpaw had been determined to follow in his pawprints. Two mentors later, two female mentors later, and what progress had he made? he hadn't given up on his dream, oh no, but now the golden tom was determined to achieve it on his own.
lionpaw padded with determination towards the camp entrance, his bright fur sparkling under the rising sun. he wasn't expecting to be stopped, so at first when orchipaw called he continued walking, not thinking she was calling him. eventually though he did pause and glance her way, confused more than curious. still, lionpaw had always been the easy-going type, content so long as others were happy, and so he put his dream on hold for a moment and headed towards the she-cat. perhaps she wanted some help with training, or some tips on childbird; he would certainly prefer the first. she-cat's never seemed to be capable of doing things on their own.
"Yes? can i help you with something?" he offered immediately, though the helpfullness in his tone was mixed with something almost smug.
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Post by Orchidpaw on Apr 19, 2015 10:05:00 GMT -6
"Help me?" She asked with a flick of her whiskers. "What made you think that?" She inquired with a slight frown, tilting her head. "I was just bored and thought maybe you'd like to do something," she added, watching him with hopeful brown eyes. She didn't get to do much considering her mentor hadn't called her for quite some time.
"you looked like you were going hunting or border marking. Or were you going to practice your battle moves? Could I come?" She asked, watching his face. "My mentor hasn't been around for a while and I could use some practice."
"oh! Or we could play some pranks if you like to," she grinned at the thought. | where is my love? |
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Post by Thunderhowl on Apr 19, 2015 19:03:14 GMT -6
 outta luck, outta time; old-man winter's comin' on ,,
with his offer to help turned down, lionpaw was finding his presence a little redundant. automatically he took a step back at her words, as if touched by the plague. it wasn't as if he didn't want friend, oh no, but making them wasn't a skill he possessed. (this is because he is a sexist pig but he's too thick-headed to know that xD) "I....well, something? Something like what?" He faltered, head tipping to the side. Something could be anything. nest building, flower weaving, giving birth, what other things did she-cat's like to do? He didn't know if he was really qualified to help with any of that, but if it meant a friend, he'd try. "I've never woven flowers!" he blurted out the confession shamefully, needing to get it out there.
when the she-cat suggested joining him leaving the camp lionpaw hesitated. the territory was a dangerous place, and he was generally nervous about letting she-cat's leave, though he supposed she'd have him for protection. unfortunately he wasn't confident in his own ability to protect the she-cat. "I don't know....i'll be trying to hunt, i wouldn't really have time to protect you out there." he told her with an almost apologetic shrug.
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Post by Orchidpaw on Apr 19, 2015 19:13:00 GMT -6
Orchidpaw blinked, frowning. Flower weaving? WHy would I want to weave flowers? "Mm, flower weaving? What gave you that idea?" She raised one eyebrow. Maybe because I'm named after a flower? "Y'know, just because my name is orchidpaw doesn't mean i like orchids. or any flowers for that matter," she said in a defensive tone.
The striped female was quite odd at times. Usually she was a curious and chirpy cat, though at times she would come off as rude or mean without meaning too. However, when someone offended her, she'd immediately put up her defenses and usually insult the other back.
"Protect me? Why would you assume I need protection? I can protect myself just fine, mister! MAybe I should protect you from all the scary monsters," she said, rolling her brown eyes. "I don't need you to protect me," she mumbled, watching him before standing up. "Are we going then?"
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Post by Thunderhowl on Apr 20, 2015 17:51:51 GMT -6
outta luck, outta time; old-man winter's comin' on ,,
Lionpaw's head tilted in confusion. "You don't want to weave flowers? I thought that's what all she-cats liked to do," he confessed, honestly confused and a little suspicious. He didn't outright believe that this wasn't a huge trap, designed to rope him into some girly hobby worse than flower weaving. he shuddered at the thought. "Orchidpaw? So you are a girl. That settles it." lionpaw relaxed, confident now. This was a trap after all. really, what kind of a warrior name was orchidpaw? she was definitely some kind of wannabe-medicine cat, or an apprentice queen or something.
"Because you're a girl," lionpaw informed her with a confused expression. There was a silent 'duh' on the end of the sentence that he hadn't braved adding. "All females need to be protected. that's not your fault, it's just how you were born." his voice was blatantly honest, as if stating a fact. he'd always been raised to believe that males were proud warriors that protected those that they loved; that being females. it made sense to assume that all females needed protecting, and to do that, lionpaw believed they should never become warriors int he first place. it seemed counter-productive.
unfortunately the moody she-cat was already moving, leaving lionpaw still stammering, trying to stop her. for a moment he considered just leaving, but his honour won out and he grudgingly turned. "i don't need protection. i'm only going for you." he muttered sourly with a glare at the she-cat. this was all her fault. "and i'm lionpaw. if you need any more proof between the differences in our gender, just examine our names." he'd always been proud of being named after the fierce lions of old.
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Post by Orchidpaw on Apr 28, 2015 15:22:24 GMT -6
Orchidpaw frowned visibly at him, itching to hit him across the cheek. How dare he talk to her like that? What kind of sexist idiot did he think he was? "Look, idiot. I don't like weaving flowers, or frolicking through fields. I like fighting and defending my clan, like any normal warrior. Got that in your thick head?" She asked, her voice chilled. "I didn't choose my name! If I had, I would have chosen something much more noble, like tigerpaw."
"Oh really? All females? I'm a girl, yes, but I'm sure I know how to fight better than you. Would you like to test it out?" She asked, sending him a look as sharp as knives. Maybe I'll go hunting by myself. Or maybe if I go hunting with this idiot, I'll show him how much of a better warrior I'll be. She waited for a response, which would most likely only offend her even more.
"well, good. Then I can show you what a pathetic warrior you'll make. If you can't get along with she-cats, then you're a lost cause, buddy. we can be fiercer and stronger then any male - we have much more mental power than you," she grunted, padding easily down the mountain trail that she had navigated more than once. "Lionpaw? you didn't choose your name either. How much more stupid can you get? Besides, you don't even deserve that name. Lions are noble creatures, and they aren't sexist." | where is my love? |
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Post by Thunderhowl on May 11, 2015 21:35:47 GMT -6
outta luck, outta time; old-man winter's comin' on ,,
Lionpaw's expression was an incredible mix between confusion and confidence. "But you're not a warrior," he pointed out helpfully, as if that assisted his point any. If it were up to him, Orchidpaw would have never been a warrior. He hadn't given any real thought into what she would be, but to willingly put her in danger when he could do something about it? No, it was senseless and cruel. Not when someone as capable as a male warrior could do it better, and safer. It was infuriating that Orchidpaw couldn't comprehend that, but he supposed that was another limitation of her gender.
"If we fought, I'd just let you win," he informed the she-cat with a gentle smile. He was doing her a favor in this, though he doubted she would see it as such. Hopefully it also kept her from wanting to fight him, as surely he would win if he actually tried. "Your hormones make you harder to control," Lionpaw explained wisely, as if he had any idea as to what he was talking about. But he still followed Orchidpaw, keeping his gaze on her watchfully. "And even if I could choose my name I'd choose Lionpaw, so there. I'm protective, not sexist, don't try to use your womanly ways to turn me into a villain for caring about the weaker gender."
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Post by Orchidpaw on May 18, 2015 18:01:31 GMT -6
Lionpaw was absolutely infuriating. She sent him a withering glare, deciding not to speak any further on the topic. He was obviously too thick-headed and sexist to see that she was actually capable of doing things besides giving birth to children. I'll let him continue on thinking that guys are better than girls. He won't get far at all. Psh - no one will like him.
Orchidpaw grunted, glancing over her shoulder at the golden tom. "Mmk, why don't we try then? Right now? And see what happens when you don't 'let' me when," she suggested, raising on fictional eyebrow. Are all males this annoying? Surely not.
"Do you even know what hormones are, smart guy?" She asked, her voice chilled. She doubted he did - whoever he had learned to be this way from was going to get a talking to. "whatever, Lilypaw," she sent him a mischievous look, before bounding ahead towards the river.
[oops, made this in the camp. should we continue in the territory?]
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Post by Thunderhowl on Jun 7, 2015 19:53:08 GMT -6
outta luck, outta time; old-man winter's comin' on ,,
// nah, this should be fine
He tried not to balk under her glare, which was more frightful than he'd expected. Sheesh, she-cats were scary. Now if only they had strength to back up the glaring, then maybe he'd be less reluctant to let Orchidpaw go out. Evidently she was too thick-headed to let him stop her, and there was no way the tom could use force against a she-cat. Idiot or no.
So annoyed he was that he almost accepted her offer. He was so close, but his father's influence ran strong. He'd let her win either way, he knew that much. The thought that she could actually beat him fairly never crossed his mind. And if he let her win, she'd surely be more infuriating than ever to control. "How about, no. I'd hate for you to pull a claw or something," he smirked, feeling the best approach was to anger Orchidpaw even more and drive her away from the idea of socializing with him.
"I.....have an idea," he grunted sourly in protest, annoyed that she'd called him out on it, but not prepared to outright lie either. That wasn't his nature. "My name is not Lilypaw, Queen!" he bristled, fur rippling along his spine. Then unfortunately he couldn't even continue complaining as Orchidpaw began running. Lionpaw sighed in exasperation, but had no choice but to follow after her. "Wait for me! You might hurt yourself."
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