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Post by patchy on Nov 12, 2011 0:20:07 GMT -5
 Words: 264 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none
Poppyfeather padded quietly through the marsh, letting the sounds of the wind guide her. She paused and looked up at the sky, sighing as the warmth of the sun touched her face. Greenleaf was so beautiful. Smiling, Poppyfeather sat down on the soft, damp ground and closed her eyes. A particularly strong wind blew from behind her, and she was pushed forward a tiny bit. As she turned around to groom the ruffled fur back into place, she caught the scent of another cat.
Instantly, the young warrior's curiosity took over her. She scented the air more thoroughly, noting that the cat was a fellow Shadowclan cat. Standing up, Poppyfeather padded quietly towards the scent. After a couple of minutes of walking, while, at the same time, trying to figure out who the scent was coming from, the skinny white and brown she-cat stopped. In front of her was the source; a tom by the name of Pikefang.
An instant memory washed over her, one where she was laying next to one of her foster mothers while they talked about the then-apprenticed Pikefang. They had been talking about how awkward he was; how he didn't seem to have any friends.
Shaking the memory out of her head, Poppyfeather stepped forward. She really didn't want to interrupt him from whatever it was that he was doing, but she would feel awkward just sitting behind him without letting him know she was there.
"Um..." she started, stepping forward again. "Hi... May I join you with..... whatever you're doing?" she asked, trying to get over the awkwardness she felt.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 12, 2011 0:33:27 GMT -5
Pikefang had been trotting toward the pile of fresh-kill, planning on eating something since he had returned from a hunting patrol moments earlier. Suddenly, a flash of white caught his eye and he looked down to find Poppyfeather. He was just about to mumble an apology for bumping into her and walk away, but then something else stopped him, and instead, surprised him. Was Poppyfeather actually talking to him?
Pikefang felt a faint surge of excitement pass through his body. He rarely talked to anyone, or was ever even asked if they could join in on what he was doing. But he knew he shouldn't get his hopes up. Perhaps, Poppyfeather was only trying to be polite. Muttering something under his breath, he forest-green eyes scanned hers. "... I was going to eat something. If you'd like, you can share something with me," he meowed dryly, turning and padding toward the pile of fresh-kill without waiting for an answer.
Pikefang pawed through the pile until he found a small black-bird; his favorite prey. He didn't really care if Poppyfeather liked black-birds or not, since he had trouble being thoughtful of others, let alone expressing his own feelings. He cast a glance over his shoulder expectantly at Poppyfeather, leaving his prey un-touched until she made a decision to share it with him or to walk away.
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Post by patchy on Nov 12, 2011 0:49:27 GMT -5
Words: 238 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none
Poppyfeather smiled when the tabby tom looked at her. He had such dazzling green eyes. Her ears flicked back ever so slightly when he muttered something that she couldn't hear, but it didn't bother her. She could tell that he was happy to have her talk to him (well, at least, she pretended that he was happy that she was there).
"... I was going to eat something. If you'd like, you can share something with me."
Before she could nod or say anything to indicate that she would be happy to share a meal with him, Pikefang turned and walked away. Shrugging, she followed behind, watching as he picked out a small black-bird from the diminishing pile. Black birds weren't her favorite food, but she liked them. Besides, she didn't want to insult Pikefang. After all, it was her who'd intruded on his meal.
After a long glance at the pitiful fresh-kill pile, Poppyfeather looked up. She was surprised to find Pikefang looking at her, an expectant look in his eyes. She looked at him and smiled, nodding to let him know that she'd be following him to the place he decided to eat at. Once he chose a spot, Poppyfeather crouched down next to him, only a couple of mouse-tails away from having their pelts touch. She blinked at him, nodding her head towards the prey in front of them. "You may go first. You chose it." she said.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 12, 2011 1:06:38 GMT -5
Pikefang hadn't realized that he had been staring at Poppyfeather until she smiled, and he looked away. Her gesture was kind, and genuine, and it confused him. Shrugging it off, he waited patiently for her to join him. When she settled down beside him, she was so close to him that he could feel the warm presence of her body. It made him a bit uncomfortable, so he shifted his position so that he wasn't as close to Poppyfeather as he was just then. He didn't want to look rude, but it was hard for him to trust someone.
He frowned, startled by Poppyfeather's response. He said nothing for a few moments before pushing the black-bird toward her, his eyes narrowed in a questioning gaze. "No, you can," he meowed simply in his deep voice. Although Pikefang gave an unapproachable appearance, he didn't want to seem rude. It was only polite to give the she-cat the first bite out of a piece of prey.
For a moment, Pikefang studied Poppyfeather. The way she smiled at him, made him relax a bit, but only made him more confused. Out of all cats that could've spoke to him that day, why had it been Poppyfeather? Based on few knowledge he had on her, she was known for being kind and thoughtful. So why would someone like herself be talking to Pikefang?
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Post by patchy on Nov 12, 2011 10:49:39 GMT -5
Words: 208 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none
If Poppyfeather noticed Pikefang shift away from her, she didn't show it. In fact, she just continued on as if nothing had happened. However, in truth, she did notice him move away from her, and it was a bit confusing. She took a look at his face, and, for the first time, realized how uncomfortable he looked.
A couple of seconds after she looked down, the black bird appeared in front of her.
"No, you can."
Poppyfeather smiled at him. "Thank you." she said before lowering her head to take a small bite of the bird. It took a couple of seconds to get around the feathers, but once she had a bite in her mouth, she gently pushed it back towards him.
With a yawn, she stretched out on to her side. Suddenly the white and brown she-cat was at a loss for words. What should she say to him? She barely knew him. But, she didn't want to be rude and not talk at all. After thinking about what she wanted to say for a few moments, Poppyfeather went with a question about the weather.
She looked up at the sky, watching the fluffy clouds float gently across the sky. "It's such a nice day, don't you think?" she said, sighing.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 12, 2011 11:08:37 GMT -5
 Pikefang waited for Poppyfeather to take the black-bird and when she thanked him, he gave her a small nod of aknowledgement. He watched as she took a bite out of it, and then when she pushed it back toward him, he did the same. He didn't mind the feathers as he chewed everything together. Prey was prey, after all.
His black-bird was half-finished by the time he was done, and he left it be in case Poppyfeather wanted more. A few moments of silence filled the air until Poppyfeather began to speak again. Once more, he was startled by her response. Pikefang had expected her to only thank him for the meal and escape the awkward conversation. But now, she was asking him about the weather? She wanted his opinion?
Pikefang never really payed any attention to the weather, but when he took a moment to glance around his environment, he noticed that there was a warm, light breeze against his fur, and the slowly-moving clouds in the sky. "Yes.. it is," he replied, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes as he studied his surroundings more.
Pikefang's gaze rested on Poppyfeather, and only then did he notice that she was lying sprawled on her side. He suddenly felt a bit embarrassed because he must've looked strange sitting while she was lying down, and he debated whether he should do the same or not. In truth, he actually enjoyed Poppyfeather's company. She was the first one to ever actually attempt to have a conversation with him without looking uncomfortable. Slowly, he lay down on his side, facing Poppyfeather. His gaze avoided hers, though, and instead, he watched the blades of grass in front of him whistle as wind blew through them.
"Green-leaf is my favorite season," he commented quietly, not sure why he was telling Poppyfeather that. She probably didn't even care. But then again, if she didn't care, there was no harm in telling her. If she wanted a conversation, then it was only fair that he gave one to her.
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Post by patchy on Nov 12, 2011 12:29:47 GMT -5
Words: 231 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none
Poppyfeather watched as he devoured most of the black bird. She leaned forward and took another small bite when he stopped eating.
She watched him take in her question, and almost winced when he looked surprised. It was rare for other cats to hold a lengthy conversation with him, and it was fairly obvious with every reaction he had to her questions, smiles, and movements. When he looked up at the sky, her eyes followed, again gazing happily at the fluffy clouds.
"Yes... it is."
Poppyfeather couldn't help but feel a slight bit disappointed at his response. She had really hoped that Pikefang would say more than just a few words to her. She felt genuinely happy to be with him, and, honestly, really wanted to get to know him better. She felt that maybe she could be the one to help him come out of his shell.
While she was thinking of another way she might get him to talk, he had laid down on his side. Lost in her thoughts, Poppyfeather almost missed his next comment. Instantly, her ears pricked towards him, and she looked up, a large smile on her face. She didn't know why she was so happy, but it felt like progress. Maybe she was actually getting somewhere.
"It is? Would you mind if I asked why?" she said, picking her words carefully, so as not to sound rude or awkward.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 12, 2011 12:44:42 GMT -5
Pikefang was getting used to talking to Poppyfeather by now, and in fact, was no longer surprised by her questions, or her smiles, or anything she did. He didn't have to think of an answer for her next questions, since he already knew it.
"Well... it makes me feel peaceful, and calm. I like the warm breezes, and how everything seems to come to life," he described, his eyes in the meanwhile full of wonder as he stared into nowhere, lost in though. It makes me feel like I'm not alone, he almost added, but he knew that revealing so much would make him look pathetic. He just had to deal with being alone, and that was that. There was no need in complaining to Poppyfeather about in, let alone while he barely knew her. But somehow, he felt as though she was trying to help him, and maybe, on the slim chances of them becomming friends, he could tell her.
Turning to look at her, his forest-green eyes faintly shone with curiosity. "What's your favorite season?" he asked softly, angling his ears toward the creamy-white she-cat as if he truthfully wanted to know, which he did. Poppyfeather seemed comfortable talking to him, so he might as well be comfortable talking to her, as well.
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Post by patchy on Nov 12, 2011 13:11:11 GMT -5
Words: 230 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none
Poppyfeather watched Pikefang as he spoke. He was way more relaxed now, and knowing that made her happy. She didn't want him to feel tense or awkward in her presence. She wanted them to be able to just relax; like they were doing now. It was nice to listen to him speak. She closed her eyes as he told her why he liked Greenleaf the most. His deep vioce was rather soothing.
When he paused, her eyes opened again. She sensed that there was more that he could have said, but he didn't. Instead, he asked her the same question. "My favorite season is Leaf-bare. I think that the snow is beautiful, even if it is cold. It makes everything that still has color stand out, and it's really pretty." she said, imagining herself as an apprentice, playing in the snow with her friends.
As she laid there in silence, Poppyfeather had an idea. She thought that maybe they could go on a walk. She ran over the pros and cons of taking a walk with Pikefang. He might be awkward and not want to talk to her, but he also might open up more if they weren't in the middle of the camp. After some contemplation, she decided that it wouldn't hurt to ask him.
"Do you.. want to go... um, take a walk?" she asked, following the question with a smile.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 12, 2011 13:38:36 GMT -5
Pikefang listened quietly as Poppyfeather told him why she liked leaf-bare the best, and he nodded at the end. The two were silent for a long time. Pikefang thought about green-leaf, and then about Poppyfeather. Barely, just barely, a tiny smile spread across his face. Maybe he wouldn't be alone after all.
Pikefang turned to look at Poppyfeather and looked into her eyes for a moment after she asked her question, looking for any signs that her question was forced. But he found nothing besides her warm smile, and he himself felt comforted by it. "... I guess it wouldn't hurt," he meowed dryly, a hint of excitement shining in his brilliant green eyes.
Rising to his paws, Pikefang shook the dust from his long fur, his brown tabby pelt gleaming under the warm sunlight. He closed his eyes for a moment, drinking in the warmth of the sun's rays, before turning toward Poppyfeather. He waited for her to stand up as well and he assumed that she would lead him, since, he didn't really know where to go. He usually only went on walks by himself, and this would be the first time he had ever shared one with anyone else.
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Post by patchy on Nov 12, 2011 14:38:15 GMT -5
Words: 293 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none
For a couple of moments after Poppyfeather asked her question, Pikefang looked into her eyes. A strange feeling washed over her, and she looked down. She couldn't quite place the source of what she was feeling, but she knew it was good.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt."
Though Pikefang's tone didn't show much excitement, Poppyfeather noticed his eyes showed some. She got up seconds after he did, shaking some dirt off her white pelt as she spoke. "I think I'd like to go towards the Burnt Sycamore." she meowed quietly, turning her gaze on him as if to ask if that was okay.
She remembered being told that she had been found near the Burnt Sycamore, and still couldn't bring herself to give up on searching for clues pertaining to her mother. She began to wonder if Pikefang remembered when she was brought into Shadowclan. He would have been almost ready to become an apprentice at the time.
She didn't really wait for the tom next to her to agree to where they were going before she started walking. She assumed he was behind her as she walked, but she slowed down a little so that she was walking next to him. He was just slightly taller than her, and his long pelt was almost touching her shoulder.
"It's nice to get out of the camp every once in a while and just take a walk." she sighed, turning her head to look at him. It was in this moment that she realized just how handsome Pikefang really was. His brown and white tabby fur shone in the sun, and his muscles were easily seen beneath. Suddenly embarrased for having been staring at him, Poppyfeather looked forward. She barely knew him, for Starclan's sake. Were these feelings normal?
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 12, 2011 15:08:29 GMT -5
When Poppyfeather decided that they'd head to the Burnt Sycamore, Pikefang's eyes locked with hers for a heartbeat. His face was expressionless, but in his head, memories flashed through his thoughts. The Burnt Sycamore; said to be the place where Poppyfeather was found as a kit. He remembered the day as clearly as if it were yesterday.
On a rainy day, Pikekit was sleeping beside his mother when the entire camp suddenly erupted into a loud commotion. Cats filled the clearing and even Pikekit's mother had to see what was going on. He was six moons old at the time. Pikekit followed his mother out of curiosity, and saw that a small lump of white fur was brought into camp. Everyone suddenly went silent. The group of cats who brought the kit in went straight to Foxstar's den, and discussed whether or not to keep the kit.
But they decided to keep and raise the kit, who was moved into the nursery and named Poppykit. Multiple queens nursed her, caring for her like one of their own. But not once did they even ask Pikekit's mother if she wanted to nurse Poppykit. It was because they all disliked her for giving birth to Pikekit. So Pikekit only watched Poppykit as she grew up, and when he became an apprentice, he completely forgot about her up until now.
Lost in thought, Pikefang unconcsiously followed Poppyfeather out of camp and almost didn't notice when she began to speak. Focusing on the present, he turned to look at Poppyfeather. "Right," he meowed simply, trying to push the memories of Poppyfeather out of his head. When he was sure that he was completely focused, he went on after a moment's hesitaion. "Somtimes... I walk around out here so I can think," he confessed quietly, turning his face away in embarassment. He knew he was telling her too much, but he just felt so comfortable with her.
Pikefang slowed his pace so it matched Poppyfeather's, not noticing the fact that his pelt was barely brushing hers. His forest-green eyes suddenly clouded with sadness when the thought of his mother appeared in his mind. Though he tried to dismiss the thought immediately. He didn't like to think of his mother; the cat who lied to him, who betrayed him. Pikefang thought about Poppyfeather, and vowed that he wouldn't let himself grow closer to her, that he wouldn't even give her a chance to be friends with him. He cwouldn't be able to bare it if someone betrayed him again.
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Post by patchy on Nov 12, 2011 16:22:12 GMT -5
Words: 300 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none
Poppyfeather smiled when Pikefang told her about coming out here to think. She wasn't exactly sure what he thought about, but she had an idea that his mother came up in his mind a lot. The memory of his fight with her mother ran through her head as they continued to walk.
She was an apprentice for a couple of moons, and was busy cleaning some of the dirty moss, and a loud yowl pierced the air. Startled, the young Poppypaw had emerged from the elders' den to find a very stressed-out Pikefang glaring down at his mother. He told her he hated her and he never would trust anyone ever again.
Back in the present world, Poppyfeather flinched. He'd been so angry. She straightened up, hoping that Pikefang didn't see her flinch. A sudden thought occurred to her; He said he'd never trust anyone ever again, yet he was telling her things about himself that no other cat knew. She smiled at the thought.
Before she could think about what was happening, Poppyfeather was tumbling sideways towards Pikefang. She gasped as she crashed into the solid form of the tom, and within seconds, the two were rolling over each other down the sloped land. She felt them come to a halt, and looked around to see where Pikefang had ended up. She realized that he was pinned beneath her paws, and her face was merely a mouse-tail away from his.
With an awkward cough, Poppyfeather scooted herself off of him. As soon as she was sitting a bit away from him, she started apologizing. "I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to- I tripped on something and..... It really was an accident."
She gave herself a short shake and smoothed some of her fur down as she sat, inwardly scolding herself for being so clumsy.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 12, 2011 16:32:22 GMT -5
Pikefang noticed Poppyfeather's smile and he blushed faintly. Maybe being her friend wasn't that bad of an idea. Maybe he could start trusting her. Though as he thought about trust and other things, a heavy weight crashed into his side and he yelped in surprise as he was sent tumbling to the ground.
He felt himself roll down a small slope with Poppyfeather following right behind him, and he grunted as a rock jabbed into his side. Just when he was about to vomit, the two came to a halt at the bottom of the slope. Pikefang groaned and for a moment layed motionless on the ground. Only then did he realize that Poppyfeather was on top of him, and her nose was a hair's-length away from his own. His eyes widened in surprise and he blushed, but something made him stay in that position for a heartbeat longer. The warmth of Poppyfeather's body made him feel like a kit again, with his mother. Deep down, he wanted to snuggle into Poppyfeather's fur and forget about everything.
Pikefang returned to reality. He knew that Poppyfeather had absolutely no intension of lying on top of him all day, and he gasp as air filled his lungs when she climbed off of him. The pain in his side from the rock was still fresh, btu he ignored it. Pikefang shook his fur and turned to look at Poppyfeather.
You'd expect him to accept her apology, but instead, he had other things that were important at the moment. "Are you alright?" he meowed seriously, taking a few steps forward s he could inspect Poppyfeather for any injuries. He didn't know why he was getting so worked up over her, but part of him just had to make sure she was alright.
Notes: None. Tags: [/i][/color] Poppyfeather. Words: 296 [/size][/color][/size][/center] |
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Post by patchy on Nov 12, 2011 17:01:59 GMT -5
Words: 170 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none
Poppyfeather felt herself blush a bit when he ignored her apologies and inspected her to see if she was okay. She smiled. Yes. I'm okay. I really am sorry, though." she said, throwing in another apology just in case he hadn't heard her first ones. Maybe it was just her imagination, or maybe she just knew, but Poppyfeather swore she saw him flinch, or wince, or something.
Instantly, she became concerned. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?" she asked, getting up so she could inspect his pelt. When she got to his side, she smelled blood. She pushed her face closer to him and located the source. "Oh my- I'm so sorry! You're bleeding!" she exclaimed, looking at the small (rather insignificant) injury.
Without even asking if it was alright, Poppyfeather began to lick the wound to clear it of dirt. When she thought that the dirt was gone, she looked up at him. "We should head back to camp so you can get some cobwebs for that." she said.
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