Who are You // p

[Lionstrike]

CloudClan, the smell was terrible.

The only thing I could not adjust to in this clan (well, besides the whole occasional snow in the middle of leaf-fall) was the smell of those rotting, sunbaking fish in that CloudClan forsaken fresh-kill pile. It stunk so badly. I hate fish. I hate snow. Why did I agree to come here? Robbie better be glad that I agreed...I was being all grumpy, back to my usual self before I had become a queen in TreeClan. But, now I was really just a refugee in IceClan. Right? Robbie seemed to have wanted to make me a member...Excuse me, Robinstar.

I sighed, picking around the pile to find a soggy-furred vole. "Even this reeks." I mumbled, sighing as I sat down.

[KitKat]

KitKat headed towards the fresh-kill pile since he was hungry. Well, he was always hungry, really. He didn't notice the other cat until she spoke, and by then his nose was half way buried in the pile as he searched for something decent to eat. "The fish look and smell pretty gorss, don't they!" He agreed cheerfully, voice muffled. He was unable to see her due to his prey searching.

"You get used to it after a while, though, I promise." He told her, finally finding a mouse and pulled it out. He looked up, seeing her for the first time, and balked. "You-you're a girl!" He said, his voice rising in pitch slightly. He'd only ever seen one other female before, and he certainly wasn't used to seeing them.

"Are... are all girls pretty then?" He asked in awe, staring at her. After a minute, he looked away, suddenly becoming nervous. He didn't know how to talk to girls!

[Lionstrike]

I hadn't thought that anyone had heard me. I glanced up, my icy blue eyes narrowed as the cat, a tom, spoke about the fish. Get used to it? How does anyone ever get used to this stupid smell?" I went back to eating my soggy vole when his voice interrupted me again. You-you're a girl! he said, and I scoffed at him.

"Yeah. And you're a boy, and this is a vole. I'm so glad that you understand the world." I said, my voice dripping sarcasm. But, his words threw me off guard. "Are you seriously hitting on me? That's not cool." I said, warm-furred and very embarrassed.

[KitKat]

The small tom shrugged. "I honestly have no idea, but somehow I did! It really doesn't taste that bad," he added with a small laugh. "You learn to live with it, I guess. Just don't try getting in the river. I'll never get used to that!" He absolutely hated the water, especially when it was cold out. How did IceClanners stand it?

He didn't really understand why she was being sarcastic, the poor naive tom. "Mmhm, b-but I knew that already. See, I didn't realize you were a girrl because I was looking for prey," he rambled, looking down at his chocolate colored paws in embarrassment. "A-also, if you're looking for prey that will mask the fish taste, I'd try the squirrel," he suggested quietly.

"Hitting on you? What do you mean? I'd never hurt you!" He frowned over at her, blinking. "If you meant I was being mean, I'm sorry! I was just surprised. I-I haven't spoken to many girls, you see..."

[Lionstrike]

"Well, I will never touch a fish. They are slimy, smelly, and just really disgusting overall. No thank you." I would stick to my furry creatures over the nasty scaly creatures any day. "Why would I even get in the water? That's just unnatural."

I sighed, shaking my head. This cat seemed really daft. I wonder if all IceClanners are like this... "...you have got to be kidding me? You don't understand what I mean? I mean you're acting like you're trying to make me fall in love with you. Maybe you're not as all knowing as I thought."

I narrowed my eyes. "How? IceClan is filled with girls."

[KitKat]

"I don't blame you!" KitKat giggled, giving a small nod. "If you're living here, you'll have to try it at least once, right?" He asked, cocking his head. "That, I agree on. Water is yucky." He stuck out his tongue in disgust, trying to rid the thought of wet fur from his mind.

"In love with you?!" He squeaked, blinking. "But we just met." The Birman frowned. "I promise I wasn't trying to make you love me," he said, taking a step away from her. "Just the only girls I've met so far are pretty, a-and I wasn't sure if they're all that way!" He wondered why that was so offensive. Did it have some meaning he didn't know?

"Oh, you see, I-I'm not really from around here." She already seemed pretty judgemental. We're all Clanners like that? Whenever he had met one, they seemed to love to judge him. And it was something he didn't like. He also usually didn't get a good reaction when he told them he was a former kittypet.

[Lionstrike]

I snorted. "No. I refuse to try even a tiny bit of a fish. You cannot make me, and I will cut your tail off if you try to." Call me grumpy, but if anyone tried to get me to taste something so smelly and gross, I would be the first to dig their grave.

I shrugged, giving him an exasperated sigh. "That doesn't seem to matter to some cats." I meowed, thinking back to the toms I had seen and met in some of the clans. Good CloudClan, they were just looking for a good time. I paused, turning my icy gaze to him. "So, you think I'm pretty? That's a first." I murmured, my gaze slowly traveling back to my paws.

"You're not? That makes two of us."

[KitKat]

Her threats frightened the small tom, and he took a step back. "H-hey, now. Please don't hurt me," he said, eyes wide. "Y'know, when I was living—" he cut himself off, remembering that most clanners didn't take kindly to his origins. "From where I came, most cats said that there were cats living in the wilderness who were cannibals." He looked at her questioningly.

"What do you mean? Have some cats fallen in love with you the first time you've met?" He asked, surprise written clearly across his features. "Is that a bad thing? I've heard that love feels good, though I've never actually been in love..." He nodded when she asked if he thought she was pretty. "A first? Really? I think I've seen you before—with Robinstar. He seemed comfortable with you. Has he never called you pretty?" He asked innocently.

"Really?" He asked, hopefully. Maybe she used to be a kittypet too! He thought it would be nice to have a friend, other than Hershey, to relate with and to remember the good old days. "Which part are you from?"