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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 9, 2018 9:27:01 GMT -5
(That sounds fine to me.)
Smallstep cast a glance back at Mudwhisker. He was silently watching her. She assumed that he was impatiently waiting for her to get to work. Her tail flicked in slight annoyance. What had even happened that night that made everything crumble? Surely he should understand her need to vent her frustrations eventually. The fact that he himself was in Duskclan wasn't an excuse for her to be silent about their ruthlessness. Besides, he should know all about that with how he treated her before. She flicked one of her ears as she heard tiny pawsteps approaching quickly. Goldkit and Flamekit came running past Mudwhisker. The she-cat lifted a paw up to prevent Goldkit from crashing into her as the small kits blindly ran around. They must have been invested in some sort of game. Her gaze followed them for a moment as they happily bounced around the camp. With a sigh, she turned and began padding over to the rock. Once she reached it, she placed one paw on it as she assessed how to best move it.
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Post by Shortee on Mar 9, 2018 16:14:59 GMT -5
Mudwhisker watched for awhile until his thoughts began to scream louder and louder in his mind. Still keeping one eye on Smallstep, he headed over to Timberfur. "I know it's not your day, but can you please watch her for a little while?" The tom agreed and immediately walked over to the prisoner. Relieved, Mudwhisker slunk into his den and to his nest, where he plopped down with a sigh. He had to think. Doing just so, he closed his eyes to have a better focus. It seemed as soon as he closed his eyes, however, darkness engulfed him. As quickly as it had happened, he was awake. Or at least it seemed like it. But, he was most certainly no longer in his den. Shadows lingered and trees threatened from the sky. A sudden, startling voice cooed, "Ah, Mudwhisker! We have been... expecting you."
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 9, 2018 22:14:24 GMT -5
Smallstep placed her paw back on the dirt. She supposed there was no real 'best way' to move the rock. Rocks just simply weren't meant to be moved by cats, and certainly not by a single cat. Her ears flicked when pawsteps began approaching. Timberfur had padded closer to her, watching. She shot him a cold glance before refocusing her gaze on the rock. "Mudwhisker too high and mighty to be stuck with prisoner duty, huh?" she mused to the warrior. The tom simply gave her a cold stare in return. "Not chatty today, got it," she mumbled, mostly to herself. With a sigh, she began shoved a shoulder into the rock. Heaving with all her might, the rock slowly crept forward ever so slightly.
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Post by Shortee on Mar 10, 2018 8:50:58 GMT -5
Mudwhisker stood in silence as the tawny she-cat introduced herself as Sorrelsong. He remembered her from legend. She had gone crazy when her mother and father died on the same day. She killed her mate and children because of it. Or, at least that's how it's told. "Mudwhisker, you have so much potentional," she said as she slunk closer, "You will learn so much from me. I will visit you tonight for your answer." And just like that, he woke up, back in his den, panting and out of breath. Even though he was hot and terrified, a shiver ran down his spine. Shake it off, Mud. He stood to his paws and took a few deep breaths. Regaining his composure, he left the warriors den and headed straight for Timberfur. "Thanks, I'll take it from here."
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 10, 2018 19:17:44 GMT -5
Smallstep took a few seconds every now and then to rest. She didn't want to linger into a break for too long. Otherwise Timberfur would get mad. Yet, she didn't really care. She more so didn't take long breaks because she wanted to hurry. The faster she did all of her tasks, the faster she could return to her den. Being engulfed in silence in her den created the perfect plotting atmosphere. Nobody to create distractions. Her gaze drifted off to Timberfur for a moment. He was silently watching. Something every cat in this blasted clan seemed to be an expert at. Just then, Mudwhisker returned. She was unable to hear the words exchanged, but Timberfur nodded and began padding away. "Aw, come on, don't stick me back with him," she called over. A look of amusement spread across her face. However it was not a playful, harmless look. It was more a look of her being amused with herself. Timberfur glanced at Mudwhisker, then at the she-cat. He gave a shrug and left without another word. Mumbling under her breath, Smallstep returned to pushing the rock.
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Post by Shortee on Mar 12, 2018 16:49:18 GMT -5
Mudwhisker gave no reply to Smallstep. He was too worried to say anything. His thoughts were centered on Sorrelsong and her offer of teaching him. He had to go, didn't he? He would become stronger for his clan through this. His gaze dropped to the ground as he continued to think in more detail.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 16, 2018 9:54:33 GMT -5
(So sorry! I have been quite busy lately.)
Smallstep couldn't help but cast a sideways glance towards Mudwhisker every so often. Typically he was quiet, yes, but this was a different type of quiet for him. He would at least crack a joke at her when watching her work in the past. Why is this something that even matters? she thought. A sour expression spread across her face as she silently scolded herself. Mudwhisker had made it obvious that he didn't care for her. Although she physically displayed resentment towards the tom, she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. Disappointment for what, exactly? she questioned. This was something that she could not find an answer for. "Just stop thinking about it," she mumbled rather quietly aloud. Her paws stopped straining against the ground as she stepped away from the rock. The rock rested about halfway across the clearing. It wouldn't be much further now.
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Post by Shortee on Mar 16, 2018 14:57:26 GMT -5
Mudwhisker was still in deep thought about his situation. His head popped up when he heard Smallstep mumble something, though he did not hear exactly what she had said. He thought for a moment. Would he yell at her or....? "Smallstep!" He said in a commanding voice. However, it suddenly softened to a quiet tone only she could hear. "Listen," He noticed he said 'listen' a lot, "I apologize for lashing out at you. It was wrong of me." He wasn't quite sure why he suddenly decided to change his view of the she-cat so quickly. He really had to get a handle on his emotions. I guess it's better to have friends than enemies.(No worries, we all get busy )
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 17, 2018 21:01:29 GMT -5
Smallstep huffed as her muscles strained to put the rock into motion. It rolled a few short pawsteps before she stepped back. Her eyes widened slightly when she realized that the rock would not stop on its own. She lashed her tail out in annoyance. Figures, she thought as she raced to the other side of the rock. She shoved one shoulder forward in preparation for the rock. It slowly rolled closer to the small she-cat. Her paws fought against the ground as the rock gently rolled into her. With the last amount of strength she had, she heaved against the rock. This time, however, it remained where it was. Her muscles sighed with relief when she took a moment to sit down. At least that was one task done for the day. Flicking her ear, she heard Mudwhisker snap at her. "What does he want now?" she mumbled quietly. "Coming!" she shouted in reply as she rose to her paws. As she approached she heard him speaking in a hushed voice. For a moment she stood in silence. Her eyes searched him as if she were searching for a reply. Would she forgive him, or continue to give him the cold shoulder? Surely he was making an attempt to deceive her again, right? Well, it would be harder than that this time. She refused to fall for his 'let's make friends' act. "Yeah, it was," she replied flatly as her ears pulled back.
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Post by Shortee on Mar 17, 2018 21:13:39 GMT -5
Mudwhisker stared at Smallstep for a long while before saying, "I'm not asking you to forgive me, I'm just letting you know that I'm sorry. And that I know what I did was wrong." He flinched ever so slightly when her ears folded back. He took a deep breath before saying, "Do you want me to help you with the rock?" He said this a bit absently, his mind remembering how he had completely changed his thoughts on Smallstep. He recalled how it felt like something had taken over inside of him; his thoughts, his mind, and his heart. He wished he could just take that night back.
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