Danger [open/streakz]

[tails//]

SPARROWPAW

Gangly limbs stretched out in the sun, aching to find warmth after a long night in the shadows. The middle aged apprentice, Sparrowpaw, was hardly awake. The sun, barely lapping at the tallest pines in the far away ThunderClan forest, kept Sparrowpaw from properly waking up to a new day. The she-cat knew that she wanted to do nothing for the day's entirety, despite the day having just begun. It seemed like everytime she tried to do something for her clan, she was met with far too many obstacles. Cats scrutinized her thin, manly appearance and shy attitude and instantly claimed her as an easy target for verbal abuse. Why bother? she asked herself with a slight twitch of her tail. Sparrowpaw hardly wanted to train or become an apprentice anyways. If it wasn't that she had to train and had to eventually become a warrior, Sparrowpaw would remain an apprentice forever.

Green eyes barely opening spied the limbs of some warrior leaving the camp. Sparrowpaw winced, hoping that they wouldn't spy her enjoying some time to herself. If she could melt into the floor into obscurity, she certainly would.

Seeing the warrior out of her sight, she gave a heavy sigh of relief. She was safe, for now.

Word count: 212
Muse: Haha low low low low low low low ... she got roboks with the straps and like applebottom jeans or something. ... I don't even.
Comments: fweee.

[STREAKZ]

adderstep
i don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity

The warm sun was enough to put a cat into a stupor, Adderstep swore to himself as he slipped out of camp for some afternoon hunting. The warmth seemed to want nothing more than to haul him down to sleep, and slumber burned in his limbs -- no he wouldn't let himself be dulled like this. Besides he hated being unable to keep busy, he didn't want to make himself feel like a useless lump of fur. The slim warrior picked his way carefully over brambles, opening his mouth to let in the scents of the forest around him.

He'd walked a little bit away from his initial spot before he even noticed the apprentice -- his first feeling was one of massive irritation. What was she doing, lying out here like this? He snorted to himself quietly, contemplating just leaving it but then another odd thing registered in the tom's head. She's... she's pretty.

Adderstep halted where he was, one paw lifted as though he were planning on taking a step and had forgotten in the middle. For a moment he just blinked, twitching his ears as he admired the way the sunlight hit her pelt. A moment later he scolded himself, wow what a jackass. Ogling a she-cat like she was simply something to stare at. Cute Adderstep, at least say hello.

The silver warrior edged forward, clearing his throat and then realizing with a horrid bolt of panic that he hadn't the slightest freaking clue what to say. He went rigid, a look of panic flaring briefly in his green eyes before he snapped, "What are you doing out here when you could be doing something useful like hunting?" The question wasn't meant to be harsh, but that's how it came out. He winced inwardly, guts fluttering and claws sinking into the grass. "I mean, you're young and vital you ought to be putting that to use."

Ugh his tone was still harsh, he flattened his ears, annoyed with himself. What was wrong with him? Why was he even trying to talk to this she-cat. He hated socializing.

here i am, and i stand so tall just the way i'm supposed to be

[tails//]

SPARROWPAW

Small white paws dug into the earth, a sign of being content amongst most felines, despite her stewing brain. Sparrowpaw wished she could stay here forever, unabashed by her critical fellow warriors and unaffected by the sun's changing mind. The apprentice knew all too well that her wishes would not come true. Sooner or later someone or something would come around and step on her happiness. It's just how the world works, the skinny black and white apprentice thought to herself grimly.

As she lay there, stealing every moment she could from the friendly sun, the more paranoid Sparrowpaw became. She was certain to be troubled by someone or another and the longer she lay idle, the worse her punishment grew. Her fellow clanmates never understood her. They took her enjoyment of solitude as laziness and her fear of criticism as cowardice. I wish I could be stronger. Then maybe someone would see some value in me, she thought with a stifled sigh.

The feline's gaze dropped from watching the camp for approaching warriors to eying the ground, only to spy the stretching shadow of another cat. Emotions instantly went from morose to anxious as her eyes climbed up from her spot on the ground to meet the gaze of her onlooker.

For a brief moment, all Sparrowpaw could do was stare. The tom did not readily yell at her as most everyone did, and had a very emotional look in his face. Is he waiting for me to do something? Is there some message he's trying to send to me that I'm not getting? she thought to herself as she waited, anticipation-turned anxiety building in her belly with every moment he did nothing. Who're you again? the black and white she-cat asked before the fear overcame her thought processing. The more her mind ran over the list of her fellow clanmates, the slower and more hard-fought her listing became. Logical thought processes ground to a halt and all the socially impaired she-cat could do was look into the tom's eyes to find them utterly full of hate.

"What are you doing out here when you could be doing something useful like hunting?"

The apprentice gaze could no longer meet her attacker's face so it dropped down to the ground she had so enjoyed studying before she was interrupted. As she eyed the floor, a thought dawned on her. This is your chance, Sparrowpaw. Show all those nay-sayers that you can stand up for yourself. He's ... he's not doing anything useful right now. Tell him to mind his own business and do his own work! Sparrowpaw thought to herself, her mind acting as a coach for her physical self because her mind was working completely against what her instincts screamed. There was so much she wanted to say to him. She wanted to fight back and prove that contrary to popular belief, she was worth something.

"I mean, you're young and vital you ought to be putting that to use."

With Adderstep's opinion made know again, all of Sparrowpaw's intentions were lost. Her hackles lowered and her body resumed its quaking. While her intentions were good, her will to go through with them hadn't been strong enough. "I-I ... guess you're right. The fresh kill pile is looking a little empty," she meowed in a submissive, quiet tone before standing up with all intentions of getting away from the brutish tom.