Please shut up (Shade)

[Lionhearted]

Tags: Ambrose [Cinderstep]

OOC: Could we have them fight or something? xD Thrushleap'll just feel shitty in the end and crawl back to apologize. I'm thinking that he could eventually grow tired of Cinderstep's whining (characteristic as mentioned in her app), put his foot down, and be more assertive. Both of them could grow from experiences and learn from each other :3

Death is free

The ginger-and-white tom rolled around and around in his nest. Curse Silverstar! Why couldn't he sleep? "Oh my StarClan," he growled in annoyance as he tried, unsuccessfully, to close his eyes and sleep. 

Deciding that nothing was going to work, Thrushleap heaved himself out of his nest, his body protesting-- he realised how physically tired he was- and padded out into the clearing to get some fresh air. Taking a deep breath, he paused momentarily at Fangstar's den, pricking his ears. Was the leader awake? How did he feel about being leader? Perhaps it's just my worrying that's keeping me awake everytime, he deduced, I'm thinking too much. but I can sense a dark threat looming over our heads. What should we do about it? What if Fangstar dies? Then I'll be leader... what if WhisperClan collapses? Sighing, he tried sitting down, but that didn't work either, so he only made circles round and round the clearing. He didn't feel like the deputy.

He felt like someone who just couldn't sleep, damn it.

but life is priceless

NEVERLAND @ ADOXGRAPHY 2.0!

[Ambrose]

Cinderstep was restless.

Her body ached after a very long patrol. She shifted from her original position, a variation of the foetal position, and started lying on her back. "Ughh." she moaned quietly, though not loud enough to wake others. She opened her large, pale green eyes, which came to focus on the suffusing moonlight, its glory marred only by a shadowy figure. "Hey, wait!" she hissed, tumbling over a sleeping warrior in order to get to the shadow. "Watch it!" hissed Frostfire. Shouldn't he be an elder by now? Cinderstep thought amusingly. She scoffed, and continued on. "Hey!" she mewed, trotting up to the tom. 

Thrushleap.

"Hello Thrushleap." she purred, sitting down. The sound she let out could have woken the Clan. "AIII! MY JOINTS!" she screeched, whimpering. "I hurt myself! When I was on patrol!"    

[Lionhearted]

Thrushleap's ears felt like they were about to explode. He hadn't even gotten to react to the fact that Cinderstep had come into his field of view, and an earsplitting screech had rattled the entire camp.

"AIII! MY JOINTS! I hurt myself, when I was on patrol!"

"What's goin' on?" Rubbleclaw called from the elders' den.

"We're fine, Rubbleclaw," Thrushleap muttered, glaring at Cinderstep. "Great StarClan, could you be a little more quiet? I think you woke StormClan up, too," he growled in annoyance. Now, it was even harder to sleep. "It's impossible to sleep now. No thanks to you."

[Ambrose]

Cinderstep's eyes darted around as several cats sighed at her. "Sorry, everyone.. It's just really sore!" she whispered. She turned around to Rubbleclaw's voice. "What's goin' on?" he asked. "I hu-" Before Cinderstep could finish her sentence, Thrushleap interrupted her, telling him: "We're fine, Rubbleclaw." Cinderstep squirmed as he glared at her. Sorry.. If I don't make a good impression on the deputy, my clan might hate me! She flattened her ears and lowered her belly to the ground as Thrushleap started to lecture her. "I'm so sorry Thrushleap! Ah! but that was a little rude," She was exceedingly dismayed when he told her that it was impossible to sleep now. "You were awake anyway." Hoping to salvage this relationship, she asked, "Can we go hunting? The freshkill pile is low."

[Lionhearted]

"That was a little rude; you're awake now." 

Rude? RUDE? Talk to yourself! What the Silverstar does she think she's saying, trying to correct ME? For a moment, Thrushleap gaped at her, his narrowed eyes darting back and forth between one side of her head and the other, as if seeing how to slice her face. Splay-legged, he looked like a deer in headlights, as if Cinderstep's words had caught him soundless. 

"but can we go hunting? The fresh-kill pile is low," the she-warrior rambled on before Thrushleap could retort an even ruder response. 

"Y-yes," he said finally, finding his voice. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes briefly. Okay, it's fine. Just don't be mad. You don't want this to end up like another Featherheart situation... okay... "Where do you want to go?" he asked carefully, enunciating each word clearly, using the same even-voiced tone one used to calmly explain to an over-emotional toddler that one and one made two. 

(Ambrose are you still up for this?)

[Ambrose]

Cinderstep smirked as the deputy looked as if he was about to boil over, but no words were spoken; if they were, they would have been acerbic and witty. Instead, she gave the back of her neck a lick as she waited for a response, noticing the messy fur that lined her neck. Mama said to always be presentable.. presentable, my rump! she thought with an amused mrrow. "Y-yes." Thrushleap stuttered, in response to her query about hunting. He was starting to calm down now, thankfully. 

"Where do I want to go? I think that's up to you - you're the deputy, after all," she mewed, sincerely.

[Lionhearted]

Why is she licking her neck? Thrushleap thought suspiciously. Was it another she-cat thing? Eyeing her warily, Thrushleap flicked his ears, waiting for a reply.

"Where do I want to go? I think that's up to you- you're the deputy, after all," she said. Was she being sly, or flirty, or what?

"The Tall Grass, then," said Thrushleap arbitrarily. "Let's go," he added hastily, turning away from her to move. He always felt that commanding one warrior made him feel rather uncomfortable, like he was trying to boss someone around. Of course, that was part of it, but he didn't want any more warriors to dislike him. "So, uh, what's going on with you?" he asked awkwardly, trying to make conversation light. "Enjoying life...?"

[Ambrose]

"The Tall Grass, then." Thrushleap mewed, turning to go with a curt instruction. He always seems a tad rude, but that's actually sort of.. Wait, hold on Missy, what's up with you? Cinderstep shook her head violently as if she were trying to shake something out of her ears. She quickly drew a paw over her ear and looked at Thrushleap embarrassedly. "Uh.. ow! M-my ear!" she stuttered awkwardly. "Um, okay, let's go now," she muttered, running up to catch up to him. She looked at him, smiled amicably, and looked ahead again. Beautiful flowers were everywhere, uncoiling like a snake, displaying their stamens. Cinderstep's thoughts were broken into by Thrushleap's slightly deep voice, a quite admirable sounding one; perfect for a future leader of a clan. "So, uh, what's going on with you?" he mewed, continuing; "Enjoying life..?" She smiled at him and said, "Oh yes! I'm doing well... and you?"

A chilly night wind blew, Cinderstep toppling over, brushing pelts with Thrushleap. She looked at him in horror. "Oh, Thrushleap! Sorry! Sorry! Ah!" Realising she sounded offensive, she added, "I mean, I'm not repulsed or anything.." Now she sounded flirtatious. 

Oh, no!

[Lionhearted]

"Uh... ow! My ear! Um, okay, let's go now." Pawsteps thudded behind Thrushleap, sounding like Cinderstep was running to catch up. He didn't turn around as he asked his question.

"Oh, yes! I'm doing well... and you?"

He hadn't even opened his mouth to reply when a weight crashed over onto his side, unbalancing him momentarily.

"Oh, Thrushleap! Sorry, sorry! Ah!"

"It's okay," he muttered, slightly irritated again. Nope, nope, stop. "Are you okay?" he asked stiffly, trying to help her up. "What happened?"

[Ambrose]

Cinderstep's tail curled around her back leg, tightening it anxiously. "Yes, I'm fine.. it's just a little sore, but I've been told not to whine before." she mumbled. She fixed her eyes on the ground as if it were a stunning masterpiece, while it was simply muck and leaves. Of course, it was a masterpiece in its own right, as everything, but at the moment, she was not looking for beauty. She was looking for a response that didn't sound extraordinarily stupid. "The wind gave me a knocking. Are you okay?" she spoke coolly. He looked fine to her, but she had to check.

She just hoped he didn't hate her.

[Lionhearted]

"Yes, I am fine," Thrushleap said, not turning around. It seemed like she'd said it out of politeness and habit of reciprocating, and not genuine concern. At least she wasn't Rosebriar. "So. Um." He shifted his paws, looking awkward. What had Badgerfang told her? She-cats... watch out... Frowning, he flicked his tail. Cinderstep didn't seem like those she-cats who would explode and rip a tomcat to pieces because she was angry about some silly she-cat thing, but he still wanted to take some caution. And being alone with a she-cat didn't make him feel very safe.

Especially in the middle of the night.

"What... what do you like to do?" he tried again. "Er... hunting? Border patrolling? Fighting?"

[Ambrose]

Cinderstep looked amusedly at him as the deputy muttered an awkward um and shifted his paws. She could tell he felt a little odd. Why was he so tense? Was he... No Cinderstep. Stop. He couldn't like you! Or could he? 

"What I like to do? Oh, I love making deputies all hot and flustered." she mewed jokingly, flicking her tail and smiling. "Favourite pastime of mine alright." Another blow of wind; the trees rattled once again. "Oh, fine, hunting. I like hunting. Let's go!" she purred, running off, flicking his nose with her tail. "Race you to that tree! There's no prey here!"

[Lionhearted]

He sneezed as Cinderstep's tail fur brushed his nose.

"Race you to that tree! There's no prey here!"

"That's because you've scared it all away with your yelling- hey! That's not fair!" he shouted, but with a hint of playfulness. Hm, she wasn't that bad. A bit like Lakepounce, whom he liked as a friend: playful, but not overly whiny. Tough, but not too sassy. Hm, I haven't seen her sassy, so we'll see...He scrambled to keep up, and soon his head was level with her shoulder.

[Ambrose]

CINDERSTEP

OF WHISPERCLAN

Cinderstep purred as she tickled Thrushleap's nose, making him sneeze. He's cute when he sneezes... Not this again! She was getting attached. Attached to a tom. 
but he was no ordinary tom. Cinderstep. SERIOUSLY. Her thoughts were a civil war.

While she was occupied with her thoughts, she wasn't looking where she was going. "That's because you've scared it all away with your yelling - hey! That's not fair!" The tip of her tail curled in delight as he shouted his playful statement. He was now up close to her, her  head parallel to his. She smiled and then.. "Ow!" Her dash was interrupted. Cinderstep's tripped over a large root in the ground and fell flat on her face. "Ow..." she murmured, winded. She was trying her best not to be whiny for Thrushleap. "I'm sorry for complaining.." she muttered in pain, her eyes expressing that pain. She lay on her side silently.

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Lionhearted

they're getting so cute now!

ulla

[Lionhearted]

"Cinderstep! Are you okay?" Thrushleap asked, genuine concern shining in his yellow-green eyes. Frowning in concern, he sniffed the she-cat over. I wonder why I care so much. She's just a friend. That's it. The first time she tripped, he'd dismissed it as clumsiness. but she had fallen again. She was okay, right? "Did your leg get messed up the first time? It's not like, twisted or anything, right? You don't need to go to Cedarpaw, right?" Not that an apprentice could heal her without making some error, he thought miserably.