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Post by ΩN e m e s i s on Oct 21, 2010 10:06:59 GMT -5
Gravepaw sneezed in the sudden light reaching through the den, He stretched his legs, and his long sleek black fur burning in the heat. He looked to the sky, and flinched from the brightness. He grumbled, and walked through the camp. Each paw step seemed a mile long, and he only wanted one thing right now. His addiction to come and make it all better! Well, certainly it would never be 'all better,' and unfortunately, Gravepaw didn't want to put up with her flirtatious actions. His calm appearance was battling something deep inside, and he had yet to admit it to himself. Sighing in frustration, Gravepaw lay under a bush, his long fur picking up many small twigs. Jumping up in frustration, he shook his fur violently. Cursing under his breath, he then just stood by the bush, then began pacing. |
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Post by Wildheart on Oct 21, 2010 21:29:12 GMT -5
The sun had risen and was now shining down onto the ground, but due to the new leaf-fall, it barely warmed the grey she-cat that lay on her side in a patch of soft grass. She had her eyes closed and she was focusing on everything and nothing important. Yawning she sniffed the air to sense who was around her. She didn't need to sniff to know IF there was anyone around her, there always was. She smelled the dirty pelt of a tom apprentice she had forgotten the name of and personally didn't care very much to remember, and Galepaw's clean well kept pelt. She smiled in surprise at her luck. Usually the tom was off training with his mentor or argue with her. Amberpaw had noticed a connection between him and Lynxfang, though she seemed to be the only one that noticed much.
Amberpaw sighed and debated going back to sleep. The soft breathing of the two toms beside her proved to her that they were both asleep. Not getting up any time soon. Giving a small growl Amberpaw knew she would not be able to go back to sleep and opened her eyes slowly. Two large blue orbs of light shown through her eyes and it made her face look ten thousand times more prettier. Or so she was told. Grunting she sat up and let the rush settle the blood in her head. Glancing over she saw the Galepaw. Getting up from laying down Amberpaw probed the tom in the stomach. He was still asleep, and she saw a twitch come from his feet and he seemed to grin in excitement. Should I really wake him? She thought to himself.
Her stomach growled at her and Amberpaw made her decision, of course i am. Poking his side again, this time with a claw, he jerked awake with a jolt. With groggy eyes he looked up at her smooth well kept fur. "Yes?" He asked her in a sleepy voice, yawning a bit. "Come on. I'm hungry." She simply said turning to walk toward the camp. "Hey. What about him?" Galepaw asked her, standing a few feet away. "What about him?" She asked the tom, boredom in her voice. "Um.. Your just going to leave him here?" He asked her. Amberpaw turned and continued walking, answering his question with her actions. "Well. If he really was important and worth my time I would have remembered his name." She explained to the tom that followed behind her obediently.
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Amberpaw arrived at the camp entrance after what seemed like forever. On the way her mind had wandered to a tom that she had particularly liked above the rest. This slightly scared her but that never stopped her from flirting. Padding through the camp she knew Galepaw was still behind her and she turned around to face him. Blinking she gave him an intense look of lust. "Can you go get me something to eat?" She asked innocently. He nodded and bound off.
Rolling her eyes she noticed a figure in the side of her vision. Glancing in the direction she noticed Gravepaw was stalking an invisible foe in circles. Frowning she debated going over to talk to him. Sighing she let her feet chose for her and found her self bounding over to him, a slight stalk to her step. Stopping just a few feet away from him, she tilted her head and gave him a curious face, as if egging him on to make the next move.
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Post by ΩN e m e s i s on Oct 21, 2010 21:36:09 GMT -5
Gravepaw stopped his pacing, feeling eyes on him. His blue eyes glared accusingly back, as she stared at him, seeming to act innocent. He only stared back, with something just as strong: Taunts. He watched her, and blue orbs looked at her up and down Who was this one? He barely remembered her name! He only shook his head, and began pacing again, ignoring her. Which, of course, didn't last long! He sighed, and sat down, a few feet, watching her edge closer. What do you want? He snickered, pawing at the ground. He looked at her again and again. She was pretty, but he's seen better. She looked, in a way, like a sl*t? He ignored the thought, then stood up, and looked down at her. |
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Post by Wildheart on Oct 21, 2010 21:45:10 GMT -5
Amberpaw glared at the tom, who seemed to be looking at her calculatingly. She sniffed the air and noticed his unkempt fur and frustrated blue eyes. "Not you if thats what you were thinking." Sniffing the air she noticed he had a look of normalcy on his face. As if she was nothing special. She grinned at him. "And they call me a slu-." She cut off her words when she heard the small padding of paws behind her. Turning she noticed Galepaw with a mouse in his jaws. "Um... I wanted a rabbit." She explained to him, the hint of cold in her voice. Galepaw grumbled but padded away.
Turned back to the tom she licked her paw and ran it across her face. She felt his eyes on her and she turned to return the glare. "What? Never heard of cleaning yourself before?" She asked the tom, her voice chipped and menacing. Huffing she felt her claws extend and the need to use them became great. They urged her on, attacking anything in sight, but she ignored it. Now wasn't the time. She told herself.
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Post by ΩN e m e s i s on Oct 21, 2010 21:54:47 GMT -5
Gravepaw snickered, and then licked his paw testingly. The ground was cool against it. Well, in time, I am sure hat will change. And, not even he knew the truth in the words. Gravepaw looked at her cautiously. They call her a sl*t. They call me a robber. He snickered. Another cat came, and Gravepaw glared at him. It was Galepaw. He snickered at her assertiveness over him. It was a kind of irony he liked. Gravepaw snickered, and then purred at her tone. Last time I checked, we're suppose to help eachother. Gravepaw went over to her, and licked her ear, and smiled, walking back where he sat, |
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Post by Wildheart on Oct 21, 2010 22:10:58 GMT -5
Amberpaw listened to the rasp of the toms voice as he laughed at her, a small sense of darkness in his tone. "Ha. I don't think so. I pick and choose who gets the pleasure." She replied to him, referring to his statement of liking him. Her? Liking this snob tom? Fat chance. She thought, though the he slightly pleased her with his attitude. It made her smile, which was something she didn't do much from a toms reaction to her.
"Robber." She commented, not really a question but more of a thoughtful tone. While she was thinking she hadn't noticed the tom get up and pad over to her. When she finally focused on him he had licked her ear. His tongue felt rough but also confusingly nice on her ear. She glanced at him in surprise at his snicker. She gave him a swat but he had already turned and walked away. She glared at him but she couldn't stop the small grin that spread on her face. "Very nice." She shrugged. "But I've heard it before." She smiled a cool grin at him and heard the padding of another cat's footsteps behind her.
She sniffed the air and smelled Galepaw's scent. Giving Gravepaw one last look she got up and flicked her tail in his direction. "Next time, try to come up with something a bit more creative, and maybe I'll bite." She smirked at him before turning and prowling away, her hips swaying back and forth and her beautiful pelt shining in the sun.
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Post by ΩN e m e s i s on Oct 22, 2010 18:08:17 GMT -5
Gravepaw looked at this cat with a smirk on his face, on of admiration, but something he also possessed drew him in: Cocky attitude. and he loved it. In a weird sort of way, it was a turn on. He then snickered, and then looked to the one called Galepaw. Before he trotted off, Gravepaw shouted out to him Could you get me a little vole?!Then turned his attention to the matter at hand. He smiled and purred out of his stomach, raising a eyebrow. Please, you give pleasure? As if! All you do is bite, where's the fun in that? Gravepaw stood up, and then licked his long fangs, however, hoping she saw he was not referring to anything but food. So, nice, but heard of. Not that exact robber you might know of... Because, i don't steal meaningless items, or whatever. In time, trust me, you'll see.Her name... Was coming to him! this she cat was... Amberpaw! Yes, it was so simple He snickered at his own stupidity. and, ironically, she4 mentioned biting! Gravepaw smirked. Why, this was very entertaing. |
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Post by Wildheart on Oct 22, 2010 21:45:16 GMT -5
Amberpaw licked her paw and ignored the tom cat, who seemed to be trying to make a show of what he had. Amberpaw smiled to herself. Hook, Line, and Sinker. She thought, seeing him boil up with flirtation and cockiness. Rolling her eyes at Gravepaw's words, she continued grooming herself, as if the tom had not even opened his mouth. When she heard Gravepaw yell out to Galepaw she smirked and waited for the fight to start. Galepaw wasn't one of those cats you could push around, unless of course, you were Amberpaw.
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Galepaw had returned a fat rabbit for Amberpaw in the hopes of her sharing it with him. He knew her appetite was small and that it had to be in order for her to look her best even though all Dawnclan cats were lean. Hearing the obnoxious voice of Gravepaw rasp out to him, Galepaw turned around and let a hiss slid through his lips aimed at the other stupid apprentice. Galepaw wondered how this cat was even accepted into the clan system like this. He was completely crazy. Sliding closer, Galepaw let out a low growl that rumbled in his chest and he saw Amberpaw shiver in excitement from it. Grinning he padded over to the she-cat. Watching Gravepaw in the corner of his eye, Galepaw circled Amberpaw and gave a purr off. He rubbed his head and whole body against her side and felt her reaction of pleasure roll through her body. Galepaw's orange and white face turned back to Gravepaw. "Back off. You cant handle her."He said, voice cold and calculating, waiting to see what Gravepaw would do.
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Amberpaw watched the two toms seemed to battle it out, though claws and teeth were still now flying and she gave a small huff of content when she felt the pelt of Galepaw on her side. He had itched a spot on her back that had annoying her all day. Other then that his action of embracing her didn't seem all that glorious. She had seen it before, but she didn't say anything and instead reached down to bite into the rabbit that Galepaw had supplied her before Gravepaw had mocked him. She smiled to herself as the blood ran from the wound she had made on the rabbits flesh and she could still feel the warmth of its life and she could tell it was just caught. Glancing up at Gravepaw she licked her lips in a challenge, egging him on. Whats the best you got? She seemed to tell him with the action of cleaning off one of her sharp canine teeth.
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Post by ΩN e m e s i s on Oct 27, 2010 0:49:09 GMT -5
Gravepaw watched in silence, and only wore an amused smirk, his gold eyes staring wonderingly. What a prize she will be! In time, of course. This one would take some planning. Gravepaw watched in silence, and twitched his whiskers. Now! Things were starting to get interesting! This.. Gladpaw? Something like that, was standing up to him? What a joke! Gravepaw stood up, and smirked. Then, walked over to him. I can handle more than you'll ever know. Gravepaw growled, his chest heaving in size, but of course, looking very nice on him. Gravepaw smiled now, much, much(!) more cruely, and then flexed his claws, and bared his fangs as he spoke. What a pity it would be for me to rob you of your life, and send you on to hell! |
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Post by Wildheart on Oct 29, 2010 21:07:50 GMT -5
Amberpaw licked her paw slowly, watching the two squirming toms out of the corner of her eye. Amberpaw had to admit, she liked Gravepaw, he seemed... mysterious. But Amberpaw diminished the thought of him being hers. He was to, defiant. Granted, Galepaw was too, but he had a week spot for females. Gravepaw seemed like he did not. Galepaw let out a growled hiss and flexed his claws. "Where I would meet you, because you would already be dead under my claws before you can lift a paw." Galepaw challenged. This cat was a brat and he knew it. He wanted Galepaw to fight and he didn't want to give him that satisfaction, but the urge to strike out was very strong. "Boys, Boys!" Amberpaw said in a lazy voice. She didn't very much care if they fought, but she would be the one to get in trouble for blood shed. Bood... Rich and toxic, just what she wanted at a moment like this. Rich and lovely. Licking her lips, she focused on the two cats and war a grin on her face. "No need to fight over me." Looking down at her paws, she gave a lonely look to Galepaw. "I'm not that important." She said, blinking at both of the toms. |
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Post by ΩN e m e s i s on Nov 1, 2010 18:47:19 GMT -5
Gravepaw sat down now, collecting himself. I wouldn't sound so confident. I have you know, many are yet to die at my claws, so perhaps you could be the first. Might I mention you look dead in my eyes already.['b] Gravepaw hissed.
He looked at Amberpaw now, and couldn't help but smile. Sorry to burst your bubble, love, but this isn't about you any more.
He purred in delight, and snickered at himself.
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Post by Wildheart on Nov 6, 2010 19:27:51 GMT -5
Amberpaw ignored the toms hostility and had suddenly grown bored of the whole... 'male dominance thing.' Rolling her eyes, she sighed and got up from her sitting position. "Yes well, this fighting is all very fun and such, but I'm bored and need something to do."
Turning away from the two toms, she walked toward the entrance of camp. Turning back she smirked at Gravepaw, "And by the way. I am NOT; your love." Amberpaw's ears flicked with a challenge and turned back at the task at hand. Amberpaw felt the stares of the drooling toms on her pelt. Flicking her tail, she gave them a silent invitation to follow after her. |
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Post by ΩN e m e s i s on Nov 10, 2010 23:14:53 GMT -5
 Gravepaw glared at Gladepaw with uneasy eyes, and then shook his head. Leave us please, you're boring her. Besides, I have something in mind, which you don't need to be here for. Gravepaw snickered ominously, some truth in his words, some of it slightly to piss him off. Because, Gravepaw did enjoy making others mad, and then let them run off for something oh so important. It was pure entertainment. But, all his words were not just bluff. He wanted to know somethings.
Gravepaw watched Amberpaw with mysterious green blue eyes, and smiled half-heartily. Something that always knocked girls over. He stood up, watching her gesture them. Gravepaw, however, glared at Galepaw, hoping he would leave soon. He hated his presence, and wanted him gone, so he can... Discuss matter with this feline.
He walked behind Amberpaw, and then, with a sudden rush of adrenaline, jumped in front of her, his chest high and tall, stopping her in his tracks. Poor, poor little feline, who was now victim to this game. I'd rather not be led around by a female like you without any... Muse, or or a prize. He smirked, now his true handsomeness coming out of his core. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Wildheart on Jan 1, 2011 0:19:59 GMT -5
 Amberpaw had gone a few steps out of the camp when she noticed Gravepaw had decided to stak out a position right in front of her. She stopped abruptly and glared at him. She notice for the first time how handsome the tom really was. She also noticed the smile he had flashed and his words had hit her hard. She blinked a few times and finally let a laugh escape her lips. "You." She bubbled with laughter again. "You think. I'm going to... Reward! you?" She asked him stubbornly. "Psh. I didn't ASK you if you wanted to come. Come if you want. But your not getting. Anything. From me." She smirked. Yet. Amberpaw thought. She stepped up closer to him, her face right next to him and she could feel his hot breath on her fur. "No matter how pretty you think you are." She meowed with a twinge of seduction in her voice. She grinned at him and pulled her face back and began walking around him, her side rubbing against his lightly and flicked her tail in his face. She didn't look back at him as she continued on her way, her hips swaying gently. |
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Post by ΩN e m e s i s on Jan 2, 2011 5:42:17 GMT -5
Gravepaw snickered with a sense of rush in his head, his heart pounding as he faced Amberpaw with a smirk on his face.
Her next words all had emphasis and sarcasm, and Gravepaw felt his smirk turn into a small side smile, with accusation in it. He knew he would get his prize, if he ever had to force it. Smiling largely now, he cackled proudly, his deep voice whispering curses in his mind. Well, I could be the one to reward you... He slurred seductively, his voice cooing with hints of needy wants.
No matter how pretty he was. She obviously couldn't resist him, as she circled him and rubbed her body. Then, she walked away again. Hips swaying, Gravepaw followed her wanting more than he was getting. Amber, you must stop teasing people. It's impolite. Gravepaw snickered, matching her pace. |
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Post by Wildheart on Jun 16, 2011 14:53:17 GMT -5
Amperpaw glanced over at the tom cat walking beside her. "I like being impolite. Life's not fun if your not." She meowed with a laugh and kept walking. This tom obviously wanted her but she wasnt going to give in so easily. This was her game and he was her pawn. She wasnt going to let someone else out wit or out play her. "So Gravepaw. What do you want from me anyway?" She asked, innocence thick in her voice.
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