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Post by Foggypaw on Jan 3, 2016 0:25:28 GMT -6
Foggypaw licked his whiskers after finishing an amazing meal consisting of frost-bitten, week-old bird with almost no meat on it. There hadn't been much prey on their pile in a while and he'd watched as his clan mates slowly became skinnier. He knew it would get better, though, as soon as leaf-bare was over, as it always seemed to. According to the warriors and elders, this was no strange happening. Besides, the lanky tom wasn't one to complain often. He liked to think of himself as an optimist. At least we have food, right?A familiar scent caught his attention, and he raised his head from his paws. A smile was already on his face as her name formed on his tongue. "Asterpaw!" He called, hoping that she wasn't still angry at him. He didn't know what he'd do, honestly, if she was. Asterpaw |
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Post by Asterpaw on Jan 3, 2016 0:59:49 GMT -6
Asterpaw shivered against the bite of the wind, but she didn't hunch her shoulders down or curl inward toward herself for more warmth. It was the middle of leaf-bare, and the she-cat knew they needed as many able paws as possible if the clan were to survive the brutal season; Asterpaw couldn't seem weak. Not now.
Except, apparently, at that very moment. "Asterpaw!" She felt him before she heard him or saw him, and she jumped a little. Her pale eyes shifted to Foggypaw. "Yes?" she stood taller (though it really didn't matter because he was a head and more taller than she). The shiver that ran down her spine whilst she walked closer could have only been from the cold, definitely not anything else.
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Post by Foggypaw on Jan 3, 2016 1:30:07 GMT -6
Foggypaw tried to look as welcoming as possible, hoping his best friend would come over and sit with him. Yes? "Aw, c'mon Aster. You couldn't even say hello? Too good for me, princess?" He teased, moving into an upright position. "I haven't seen you in a while." Not since she had gotten mad at him for leaving her behind in the nursery, something he'd felt utterly terrible for. Then again, it hadn't been in his control, something he'd tried explaining to her.
He noticed her shiver, ears perking slightly. "Are you cold? C'mere, I have plenty of warmth to share!" He offered, a goofy grin plastered on his face. He was a little chilly as well, so the extra body heat would come in handy.
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Post by Asterpaw on Jan 3, 2016 2:06:29 GMT -6
Asterpaw rolled her eyes in an exasperated manner, but she managed to control herself before she could immaturely stick her tongue out at the grey tom, though it could be said that she really wanted to do it. It appeared to the blue-grey female that time had absolutely no effect whatsoever in Foggypaw's personality, more specifically, his particular enjoyment in teasing her. "I've always been too good for you," she reciprocated without skipping a beat. Asterpaw had long since abandoned trying to stay angry at him. It was fruitless and tiring, and she really did miss being around him. Platonically, that is, she thought pointedly, directed at her own self. Guilt for not spending time with him pierced her heart, and her eyes fluttered downwards. "Yeah, it has." It lasted only a moment, a crack in her tough facade, then Asterpaw wrestled her emotions down. With all the fluster of confusing feelings whizzing left and right in her head when it came to Foggypaw, Aster found herself slightly surprised she wasn't actually dizzy yet.
Scoffing, she titled her chin up. Another thing time hadn't touched - her sense of pride and unwillingness to be anything but unbreakable. "Cold? In this weather? I can barely feel it! And cats say I'm dramatic," she drawled with yet another roll of her green eyes, "and besides, how am I supposed to know this isn't just a ploy to get me to cuddle with you, huh? Trying to sneak a pass at me? I think not! Such lowly knights-in-training don't deserve to even be near a warrior princess like me." Aster paw and her flair for dramatics. Honestly, she could put on her own entertainment.
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Post by Foggypaw on Jan 3, 2016 2:41:18 GMT -6
Her comment gave him relief, as she clearly was back to her old self around him. He huffed anyways, reaching out to bat softly at her ears. "That's not very nice of you. You weren't supposed to say yes," he responded, narrowing his eyes. He caught her small flicker of emotion—guilt, or sadness, or something along those lines—and he wished he knew what she felt. She always had a sort of wall up around her, and he wished he had the power to break it. He wasn't sure anyone did, though. "Y'know, you should come visit me more often. What're you doing all the time? I get lonely." He gave her a gentle smile.
"Oh, come on! I can see right through you, Aster. You'd be crazy not to be cold." He grinned at her. It wasn't true, though. He couldn't see through her and it frustrated him beyond words. He wanted to be closer to her, he wanted to be her best friend too. "Well, I'm always up for a good cuddle too, if that's what your looking for!" He teased, a thrill flooding through his veins at the thought of cuddling with her. His emotions towards Aster were confusing and fast paced, and he didn't have the patience to sort them out. Yet. "I think this might be why they say you're dramatic, little miss perfect."
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Post by Asterpaw on Jan 3, 2016 21:58:12 GMT -6
She made a noise of protest against Foggypaw's attempted assault at her ears, but she didn't move away from his touch. "Well, sorry. I wasn't blessed with the ability to read minds, you know." Asterpaw felt his gaze on her, intent and focused and made her feel like he was peeling away all the protective layers she wrapped herself in; she didn't know if she wanted him to do it or shrink away. "I happen to be doing productive things to help around here," she spoke, "but I'm flattered that you seek me out for companionship. Except I don't know if I should feel amused or be sorry for you if the only friend you have is me.. not that I'm not the best thing ever, of course."
Frustratingly stubborn until the bitter end, the gray-furred apprentice argued, "I'm fi—" A particularly strong gust nearly knocked her slim form over, and her teeth chattered in her mouth. She gave Foggypaw a look that said: Mention anything, and I'll use your pelt as a coat. Asterpaw wasn't at all expecting Foggypaw to take her accusations in stride, and her mouth gaped as she flailed around for something to say. Her pelt felt like it was on fire, and her chest constricted with a weird feeling. Embarrassing, really, to see her so lost for words, but the tom at least gave her something that she could respond to. "I'm not dramatic! I'm.. expressive. There's a difference."
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Post by Foggypaw on Feb 7, 2016 18:53:13 GMT -6
Foggypaw laughed softly. "Really? I thought you knew everything," he teased lightly, bumping her fur with his gray nose. "Oh really? Princess is getting her paws dirty?" He smirked playfully. "I thought that's what the 'lowly Knights-in-training' were for. All the more reason for you to drag me along." He really did miss her when she wasn't around, which was most of the time. "Aw, c'mon. It's not like you have any other friends besides me."
He gave her a rather dubious look as her teeth began to chatter. "Not cold? Mouse dung. C'mere." He waved her over with his tail. "I won't give you a hard time." He noticed her surprise, a mischievous look crawling across his features. " Are you scared?" He grinned, wiggling his fictional eyebrows. "You're right. There's a fine line between expressive and dramatic. But you, my friend, cross it."
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Post by Asterpaw on Mar 3, 2016 20:14:58 GMT -6
Asterpaw wanted to either smack Foggypaw in the snout with a good hit or press her face against his cheek and stay there for eternity. The pull for both choices was so strong it left the female stunned for a few moments. Where had that idea come from anyway? She turned away to lick at a spot on her shoulder, hoping it would hide enough of her startled expression. The last thing she wanted was for Foggypaw to start asking questions. "Correction: I'm a warrior princess. There's a difference. I can handle myself perfectly well. And please, we all know I only let you do things for me so you feel better about yourself." To others, her words could cut, but she knew (or rather hoped) that Foggypaw never reacted the same way when she talked to him.
Before she could utter an indignant protest, Foggypaw had already called her out for her bluff. She heaved an incoherent grumble—"Like I'd be scared of you"—and rolled her eyes, sliding closer towards the grey tom but not so much that she was completely flush against his body. She tried so very hard not to notice the flex of his muscles underneath his thin coat and refused to look him in the eye. If she did, Asterpaw worried she wouldn't find it in herself to look away. "Whatever. It just makes me way more interesting than you, and that's a win in my book."
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Post by Foggypaw on Mar 27, 2016 19:34:18 GMT -6
Foggypaw frowned ever so slightly at the startled expression on her face, but he dismissed it. Perhaps something he'd said had surprised her, or even something she'd seen. And, she was clearly the same old Asterpaw, as she turned away to (what he expected she was doing, at least) hide the expression. "Warrior princess? Nah. You're just a pretty little apprentice princess that needs her valiant, strong, brave, handsome," he listed some not-so-humble adjectives, "to take care of her and clear any obstacles out of her path." He grinned again, twitching his whiskers in amusement. "And don't try to deny it again, Little Princess Aster." Whether or not she cared for him, he would always be her knight.
He ignored her mumbling (not that he could tell what she was saying anyway) and waited for her to sit. When she did, he scooted closer, his shoulders and hips pressed against hers. "Dont' be a wimp. Just because I'm a boy doesn't mean I can't share my warmth without it being weird." Small veins of electricity shot traveled from his side, the one Asterpaw was pressed up against, and he did his best to cover up the warm feeling that was spreading through his stomach. I guess it's working. "See? I'm already warm!" At the back of is mind, Foggy knew that that wasn't why he was warm - he just chose not to accept it. "Me? Boring? I guess you're just not special enough yet to see my exciting side. Your loss."
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