Honey, I'm On Fire (Midnight)

[Ambrose]

OOC: Midnight

IC:
The sun seemed to melt into the water as a grey tabby padded out from the briars into the sun's diminishing rays. Tired pawstep after pawstep, dragging his tail along the ground, he made his way to where the sandy ground faded into purple ocean. 
Spiderpaw was tired. He was tired from training, he was tired of his family, and he was tired of the everyday schedule. Here was his escape; his safe place, his... second home, nearly. It offered as much comfort as his real home did, if not more; the apprentices' den was packed to the brim with apprentices, and he wondered if they'd expand it.

He watched each wave form, sliding along the water, coming to an end at the sand, and with each wave, he seemed to descend deeper into contentment. Right now, everything was just fine; if only there was someone to share the tranquility with him.
Ivypaw. He pictured the brown tabby lass, the object of his affection; so perfect, so graceful. He wished he could spend every moment with her.

Love blazes a passionate flame; but it can only be fought with fire. Spiderpaw wished she were here.

[Midnight]

After managing to get out of training for the day, Ivypaw was fully-rested, much unlike her tired, overworked Clanmates. Oh well, she thought, it's their faults for not taking the day off! The older apprentice quickly grew bored of picking apart her peers' nests to flick bits of moss at them. "Ivypaw, knock it off!" was a line she'd heard too many times that day, and finally the young feline rolled her eyes and stomped out of the den.

Ivypaw glanced around the clearing, ears perked. She looked at the fresh-kill pile, mouth watering, and slunk toward it. Who would know?

Just as she was about to grab a small fish, some elder screeched at her about how she hadn't brought in her fair share of food. They also called her leech, at which point Ivypaw spat at them and bolted out of the camp. Whatever. Who needed the dumb, uppity elders anyway? Why didn't they just die off already?

Off in the distance, at the edge of the water, was a silhouette. Ivypaw purred mischievously, her tail lashing violently. She dashed for several fox-lengths, slowing and shifting into a hunting position as she grew closer to the cat. Ivypaw's nose twitched, and she recognized Spiderpaw. She had to stifle the rumble in her throat, as it was growing more affectionate the closer she got, and the last thing Ivypaw needed was to alert him that she was sneaking up on him.

Finally, she pounced. "Gotcha!" Ivypaw squealed.

[Ambrose]

All the stresses of the world melted away when Spiderpaw was here; his nirvana was a small, brambly island near the camp.

Thinking deeply, Spiderpaw gazed off into the purple waters. They always seemed to instill thoughtfulness and relaxation in him, though he did not know why. Closing his eyes, he lied down, the sand molding around his body. Everything was peaceful, everything was quiet, everything was-
"AAAHH!" Spiderpaw cried, feeling paws on his tail. He rolled over, turned around, and noticed Ivypaw. You must be kidding me; did I just magic her up? My luck, my luck. he thought, smiling. "You scared me! Oh, Ivypaw." he giggled, nuzzling her cheek. "What brings you here, Ivypaw? Apprenticeship getting too much?" he asked, trying to evoke a conversation.

[Midnight]

"Oh, man, you don't even know the half of it!" Ivypaw exlaimed, flopping down as though she'd done nothing but run around SunsetClan's territory the entire day. "See, I started the day off with a border patrol, then I went hunting and caught a grand total of twenty fish. After that, I took a million trips to bring the prey back to camp, and on one of those trips, I encountered a thieving rogue, who I promptly killed. Finally, I had brought all of my fresh-kill back to the camp, and Vineheart called the Clan together to celebrate. I was named a warrior, but instead of giving me a warrior name, she gave me the name 'Ivystar' just to show how amazing I am." Ivypaw purred and rolled onto her back, proud of her story.

"And just what have you done today, Mister Lazypaws? I'll bet you spent the entire day in your nest, sleeping cozily while I worked my tail off to feed SunsetClan!" She looked out at the sea and slowly blinked her eyes. The sun was slowly being swallowed by the sea, and Ivypaw wondered if it was a daily battle for the sun. Did it allow the water to eat it? Was there a new sun every day?

[Ambrose]

The sea was really snatching up the sun now, and the last rays of sun bounced off of the still water. It made it truly beautiful; the sea glistened and sparkled. Spiderpaw felt lucky to live in SunsetClan at this moment; as if the loyal tom didn't feel that way most of the time.
Spiderpaw smirked at Ivypaw, telling her lengthy story about her vicarious adventure of the day. "You're a busy one, huh? Well, as for myself.." he batted his eyes and lay his tail on his paws. In an excited voice, he "retold" his day. "Ahem..
While you sat around and did nothing all day, I fought off all the other clans that came one step over the border; and believe me, all of them did! They were just so jealous that SunsetClan had the great Spiderpaw! So, anyway, Vineheart stepped down as deputy so I could be the deputy, since I'm such a good warrior. And since Ratstar is gone.. I'm the leader! I'm very truthful, as for you.." He flicked her ear playfully with his tail. Thinking of current events, he decided to ask Ivypaw about what she thought of the leader's departure. "Uh, so.. what do you think of Ratstar leaving?"