Only one Shallow Heart Beats... (Pik?)

[Sealvah™]

A dark tabby pelt was clear against the snow, too clear for it's owner's liking. But of course, no one and nothing cared about Brokenfang. The way things were heading, no one ever would. He had told himself this time and time again, but part of him still clung onto the hope that someone- anyone- would befriend him.

Then arose the matter of why he was at the Great Oaks. The ragged tom sat down, giving his pelt a lick. It wasn't as if there had been any particular scent trails in the area- he knew better than to hunt in neutral territory, anyway. It was as if his paws had carried him there without him noticing it. 'Fate...'

He gave himself a mental shake, telling his spontaneous side to shut up. Yes, that was Brokenfang. Always criticising himself in one way or another. In his mind, there was always something wrong with anything that he said or did. Perhaps if Lonekit had been alive that would have been different.

[~*Pikeru]

A pale pelted form padded quickly through the undergrowth. Its white tone bleeding into the surrounding snow and blending into it's depths. The wind was harsh in the open, and the gentle swaying of the leaves was tempting. Tundrapaw froze once her flank no longer was battered by the swift wind. Where am I? Her nose had not detected any scent markers, so she was clearly not in another clan's territory. Raising her head above the brush her emerald eyes scanned the land about. The Giant Oak? Had she scurried this far simply to get away from the pesky breeze?

The underbrush gently lapped upon her frame welcomely tempting her to go deeper. So she did. Rays of the sun remained warm, Tundrapaw had no plans of hunting or crossing into another clan's land, and the Giant Oak was neutral territory. Why leave just yet? "Oh Tundrapaw where have you been all morning?" Tundrapaw's voice had an unusual tone to it. She was mocking her mother's normal response to the apprentice being out. Giving a small giggle, the Skyclanner paused. Falling silent suddenly.

Brown topped ears stretched at the scuffle of another set of paw-falls in the distance that did not match her own. Tundrapaw's emerald eyes rounded. Patterned tabby fur moved in the distance ahead. Its shape broken by the minty brambles and ice. Anger flashed through the she-cat's frame at this discovery. Could this be that mouse-brained Barkpaw? Scenting no fox, she instead got feline and undergrowth, she deemed it safe to assume it was him. Had the fellow Skyclanner followed her all this way simply to annoy her? Well, he had succeeded. Tundrapaw crouched, and gave a low growl. Her shoulder's rolled as the she-cat imagined the younger tom snickering. Thinking he had the upper-paw of the situation. Oh, would she show him..."Barkpaw you fool! How dare you stalk my tail!"

Leaping through the brambles the white and brown she-cat aimed for what she had expected to be Barkpaw's rump. But, instead, alarm shot through Tundrapaw as her pads touched something a bit bigger, and stronger, then Barkpaw...





OOC: Nice first impression, Tundrapaw lol!

[Sealvah™]

OOC- Have you read/seen Pride and Prejudice? Brokenfang reminds me of Mr. Darcy... awesome post, by the way.

IC- His ears swiveled curiously in he direction of another voice that seemed to echo off of the trees. A lilting, yet mocking voice. "Oh Tundrapaw where have you been all morning?" A corner of his mouth lifted in what could have been interpreted as a smile. As far as he knew, there was no Tundrapaw in Earthclan. 'What would you know? It's not like you ever socialize with anyone.' The voice inside his head faded away, replaced by a curiously sweet scent. Skyclan scent, yet with something else. Was it pine needles? Some sort of flower?

The marbled tabby didn't have time to ponder this any longer, however, as he heard the undergrowth rustle behind him. He was in the process of turning around when two small paws landed forcefully on his back, and the same voice rung in his ears. Brokenfang, having gone through moons of training, was unaffected physically- he merely winced, wondering how the foolish cat could have mistaken him for an apprentice.

As he turned around to face her, however, he felt his breath catch in his throat. The cat behind him was clearly an apprentice herself, but almost as soon as his emerald eye met her similar ones he felt a pull towards her, as if someone had pushed him from behind. Immediately voices filled his head, listing out all the reasons why it would be so wrong for him to have feelings for her. Somehow he managed to ignore them, and found the ability to speak.

"Though Barkpaw undoubtedly finds your tail intriguing, he isn't an Earthclan warrior." Brokenfang was surprised at his harsh words, and immediately began to regret them. 'How could you speak like that to such a stunning she-cat?' He swallowed hard as retorts filled his mind. 'Don't call her that! She's just an apprentice- in Skyclan! How could anyone be blind enough to like you , anyway?'

[~*Pikeru]

OOC: I used to watch that with my mother! =D ...thnx, yours was awesome too. x3



Tundrapaw gave a stumbling few paw-steps away from the cat she had discovered to clearly not be Barkpaw. The she-cat let her brown bridged nose crinkle at the stronger tang of Earth that the winds never provided in Skyclan territory. Leaves of the undergrowth seemed to laugh at this reaction for the forest knew Tundrapaw enjoyed the texture of mud and leaves more then wind and tickling tall weeds.

For a moment the she-cat felt relief finding this was not the Skyclan apprentice. Barkpaw was nothing but an immature troublemaker. Once she got a good glance, this feeling instantly boomeranged back. "I'd rather have it cut, then Barkpaw continue to enjoy it as hunting practice." her response was a defensive murmur. The tail in question was flicking with minor agitation simply because; who was this tom?

Tundrapaw gave a small snort. With this Earthclanner being a warrior she expected nothing less then for him to view her as a small child. The Skyclanner hated it when people judged depending upon her rank or name. Comments relating to her personality compared to her name were quite common.