Baby You're Going Down [Open]

[Dyzzie]

The apprentice quietly walked out of the den, her tail swishing through the air, her hide gleaming with soft browns as she moved beyond the den to the entrance of the camp. It was a quieter day it seemed, either others out and about to try and keep active to ward of the cold - or hiding in the dens. Personally, Lilypaw wasn't bothered by the cold . . . but she also wasn't bothered by much. She smiled faintly as she looked around for something fun to do, her gaze sharp and eager for some fun. Lilypaw wasn't your normal cat in the clan. She was a beautiful feline, with a smile that could brighten anyone's days . . . had she been raised to be nicer to others. but Lilypaw was also a very manipulative cat, with a drive to get what ever she wanted - a give it to me, and screw the others thought process. She was loyal to the clan though - clan always came first, but she liked causing trouble just as much as she liked helping the clan. It was a precarious and cautious mix. She moved out into the territory, her tail flicking gently through the air, as if to shake off some of the cold, as she decided on doing a little hunting - to see if she'd be able to bring anything back. Do anything at all, really. Quiet days were her least favorite. Everyone was off doing their own little things, and it left the female with next to nothing to do, and the tabby didn't appreciate that one bit. With her head held high, she sniffed the air, breathing deeply to see if she could pick up on any prey close by . . . surely there had to be some- there. What was that? Rabbit? No . . . maybe not. She paused, before going to flush the prey out . . . . perhaps she'd have something scrawny to bring back after all.

[Lionhearted]

The skinny fawn-brown tom padded back from the territory, his jaws full of a thrush he'd caught. Mudpaw was elated; for the first time in days, he had found something. His eyes sparkling, he made for the pitiful fresh-kill pile.

Suddenly, he spotted Lilypaw. She was pretty, yes, but he'd heard many things about her, and it was one of his goals in life to avoid her as much as possible. Flicking his tail briefly to acknowledge her existence in front of him, he quickly passed, aiming to ignore her.

[Dyzzie]

Lilypaw moved to jump forward, catch the prey she'd scented when another stumbled upon her and the prey bolted early, escaping her desperate grab. She frowned, turning slowly to eye the cat, her expression a confused one at the escape of her catch. Her eyes locked onto the Tom who moved to pass her with out a word. She frowned at him, her expression a mix of annoyance and dissapointment. you lost me my prey. " she pouted.

[Lionhearted]

"You lost me my prey."

Mudpaw whipped around, making the thrush slap his face briefly. "S-sorry," he mumbled, dropping the bird momentarily. He hadn't even noticed anything. His ears flattened in apology, he crept forward. "I-I'm sorry, Lilypaw!" he stammered, feeling his fur grow hot. "H-here, uh, what was it? A mouse or something? I'll help you find it. I didn't mean to, honestly." Trying to maintain his composture, Mudpaw straightened up and gave Lilypaw a nervous smile. His heart pounded-- was Lilypaw a gossiper? What if his image was ruined?

[Dyzzie]

Lilypaw eyed Mudpaw silently, watching him whip around - his own successful catch upsetting her more. How was she suppose to show how amazing she was, if she lost her prey! He stuttered out an apology, dropping his bird, and she watched his ears flatten - and for a brief moment the female looked surprised. He was actually sorry? Having grown up the way Lilypaw did, few ever showed real emotion towards her - especially once she began to behave just as cold and cruel as her father was (you are what you're taught after all). She blinked, when he then offered to help her find it, quickly shaking her head - and this time it was the manipulative little feline's turn to feel a brief moment of embarrassment, her gaze jerking away from him, "Don't bother. It's long gone." She finally snapped, her tone haunty - despite her inner turmoil of confusion to his apology, "I'll just have to go find something else to bring back . . . . or . . . " She fell silent, a frown crossing her face. Or she could imagine her father's disappointment to find her not living up to expectations. She shook her head briefly, glancing at the tom again, "It's fine, it's what ever . . . Probably just a scrap of meat anyway." She muttered, eyeing him again, "I'll just go find something else . . ." She repeated, quiet for a moment before turning her gaze of the apprentice, realizing this was probably the first time she'd spoken to Mudpaw anyways . . . most of the other apprentices avoid talking to her . . . . Most of the cats in general avoided talking to her, especially after the truth of her father came out. Especially once others figured she'd grow up to be just as manipulative and cold as her father . . . . This apprentice probably thought the same, And why disappoint, she thought bitterly. Why try to be anything the others didn't expect her to be . . . . With her head held high, she turned her attention away, her spotted tabby pelt flashing in the light, "You may go . . . might as well take your kill to the clan, Mudpaw." She added, dismissively, letting his name roll of her tongue softly, her eyes cutting back towards him briefly a mix of green and blue as they met with his, "Just try not to scare any other prey away while I'm hunting."