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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 12, 2011 17:49:25 GMT -5
Pikefang yawned, cracking his eyelids open as he tried to figure out what time of day it was. Based on the sleeping cats around him, he guessed that it was still dawn. He rolled his shoulder and sighed, licking his paw and drawing it over his ear. Glancing down, he noticed Poppyfeather in her nest, which was right next to his.
Prodding her in the side with a large paw, Pikefang whispered into her ear, "Poppyfeather?" He felt his stomach suddenly growl. "Poppyfeather, do you want to share breakfeast?" he asked, prodding her once again. These days, Poppyfeather was the only cat who talked to him. They had gradually became great friends ever since they first tumbled down the slope a quarter-moon ago.
Pikefang felt like she would be the nonly one who would ever be able to understand him, even if he made other friends in the future, which he highly doubted. Poppyfeather was his one and only friend, and he wanted it to stay that way.
 Notes: Tags:[/i][/color] Poppyfeather Words: 166 [/size][/color][/size][/center] |
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Post by patchy on Nov 12, 2011 22:56:07 GMT -5
 Words: 248 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none
Poppyfeather was chasing a mouse in her dream when suddenly her dream-self was knocked over by an unseen force. A few seconds later, Poppyfeather blinked awake to find Pikefang peering at her. She yawned, a dazed, half-asleep expression on her face. Sitting up, Poppyfeather shook the moss from her pelt and faced Pikefang. "Really, Pikefang? I was having a great dream." she whispered with a half-hearted attempt at sounding angry.
"Poppyfeather, do you want to share breakfast?"
Though she'd gotten used to sharing meals with Pikefang, Poppyfeather couldn't help but feel excited every time. "Of course I would." she whispered, turning to carefully pick her way out of the warriors' den. Once out, Poppyfeather turned to wait for her friend to appear. Seconds after Pikefang emerged, she butted her head on his shoulder. "I didn't mean to yell at you back there. I'm glad you woke me." she said quietly, looking him in the eyes.
Poppyfeather had known for a while that she was falling for the brown tabby tom, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him. What if he didn't like her back? It would ruin their friendship. She knew that if she told him and he didn't feel the same way, he'd revert back to his old, awkward self. She didn't want to risk their friendship. Not when she'd worked so hard to build it.
Poppyfeather shook the thoughts out of her head and glanced at the fresh-kill pile. "Would you like to choose, or should I?" she asked.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 12, 2011 23:25:47 GMT -5
 Pikefang smiled when Poppyfeather agreed and he followed her out of the warriors' den. Though when he met her outside, he felt her nose bury into his shoulder. "Don't be a fool," he meowed dryly, though his forest-green eyes shone with humor.
Pikefang had gotton so used to talking with Poppyfeather that he was able to smile again. But only when he was with Poppyfeather, of course. As the duo reached the fresh-kill pile, he thought for a moment. He didn't want to pick something out this time because he did so last time. "Go ahead," he meowed simply, gesturing with a flick of his tail toward the prey.
Pikefang watched Poppyfeather for a moment. He thought about the day when he first met her. She asked if she could share a piece of prey with him, and they did. After that, they took a long walk. He smiled at the memory. He felt differently about Poppyfeather than any other cat, even his own mother when he was a kit, before he found out about his father. Poppyfeather was the only one who understood him and listened to him, and he appreciated her and was grateful for being such a wonderful companion.
Notes: NoneTags: [/i][/color] Poppyfeather Words: 200 [/size][/color][/size][/center] |
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Post by patchy on Nov 13, 2011 10:42:00 GMT -5
Words: 111 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: sorry it's so short.. :/
"Okay, I'll go pick something." Poppyfeather said, turning and taking a few steps towards the fresh-kill pile. She picked out a small raven and brought it back to Pikefang. "Is this good?" she asked after setting it down.
Without waiting for an answer, Poppyfeather picked up the raven. She gently brushed past him and brought the raven to their usual prey-sharing spot. Once there, she set the raven down again and turned to look at him. "Since I picked it, you get first bite." she meowed, gesturing to the piece of food in front of her with a flick of her tail.
She sat down and waited for him to take a bite.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 13, 2011 11:06:49 GMT -5
Pikefang watched as Poppyfeather chose a raven from the pile and he nodded in agreement. After brushing past him, he followed her toward a corner of camp, where they usually shared their prey together. It was in a sunny, open space, but no one bothered them. That's why they chose to eat there. The duo would also share tongues there because of how peaceful and quiet it was.
Pikefang settled down a whisker-length away from her, no longer worrying if they were phsyically close to each other. Rolling his eyes, he ripped a chunk of feathers and meat out of the raven, the meat a bit stringy, but it was better than nothing. With a large paw, he passed it back to Poppyfeather.
While Poppyfeather took her share of the raven, Pikefang thought of what to say. Just because he and Poppyfeather became friends, didn't mean that starting conversations was any easier for him. He glanced around camp, hoping for something to inspire him. He noticed Jaggedstripe emerging from the camp entrance, a smile on his face as he started toward Badgerstep. Pikefang raised a brow and turned back to Poppyfeather. "Have you seen Jaggedstripe these days? Ever since he and Badgerstep became mates, he's become a big softy," he sniffed scornfully. Pikefang didn't mind the idea of mates, but Jaggedstripe was quite a respected warrior up until he turned into a cheerful pile of kits. He shuddered, imagining what it would be like if he changed like that.
Notes: Tags: [/i] Poppyfeather, Jaggedstripe, Badgerstep[/color] Words: 248 [/size][/color][/size][/center] |
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Post by patchy on Nov 13, 2011 12:40:39 GMT -5
Words: 202 // Tags: Pikefang, Jaggedstripe, Badgerstep // Notes: none
Poppyfeather couldn't help but feel a tingle run up her spine every time Pikefang was close to her. This time was no different. He was less than a whisker's length away from her, and suddenly she felt as though the world had been tipped upside-down.
She leaned forward and took a bite of the raven after Pikefang passed it towards her. As she was chewing, the large tom spoke.
"Have you seen Jaggedstripe these days? Ever since he and Badgerstep became mates, he's become a big softy."
Poppyfeather turned her gaze towards the two cats Pikefang had just mentioned and smiled. Her light blue eyes flashed with hope as she thought, 'Maybe that'll be me one day.' Turning to Pikefang, her smile turned into a slight frown. "I think it's cute the way they act around each other." she said, slightly disappointed that he seemed put-off to the idea of being romantic. "He cares for her."
Poppyfeather looked at the ground and sighed. If he were any other cat, falling in love would have been so easy. She could have told him that she liked him, and they may have already been mates. "I hope to have a mate like that someday." she said, almost inaudibly.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 13, 2011 13:20:15 GMT -5
Pikefang noticed the gleam in Poppyfeather's eye as she gazed at the couple, and he rolled his eyes. "Pfft, if he cares for her than he should get a den," he scoffed, irritated at how Jaggedstripe was muzzling Badgerstep's cheek.
It wasn't that he didn't like the idea of romance, he just didn't understand it. After all, Pikefang had difficulties expressing his feelings toward anyone, even Poppyfeather. The most he would ever show her was a smile, and that was just about it. On the inside though, he enjoyed her company, and cares for her. Though he cares for her, Pikefang doesn't show it. He doesn't want to look like a softy, like Jaggedstripe.
As Pikefang was taking another bite out of the raven, he coincidentally heard Poppyfeather's remark. He snorted and looked at her. "Someday? You wouldn't have to wait that long for a mate. I'm sure there are plenty of toms in this Clan who would offer to be yours," he pointed out. Poppyfeather wasn't very popular in the Clan, but most cats often liked how kind she was. Even me? Pikefang wondered for a moment. He didn't know what it felt like to like someone, so he wouldn't know.
Notes: Tags: [/i] Poppyfeather, Jaggedstripe[/color] Words: 200 [/size][/color][/size][/center] |
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Post by patchy on Nov 13, 2011 17:25:57 GMT -5
Words: 185 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none
Poppyfeather looked up at the couple across the camp. "I don't think it's that bad." she said, looking at him as he chewed on his meal. She tilted her head, wondering why he was irritated. "Why are you irritated?" she asked softly.
Poppyfeather knew better than to question his angers, but this was one that she couldn't bring herself to ignore. She knew that the tom had difficulties understanding things like love, but.... couldn't he just accept it?
"Someday? You wouldn't have to wait that long for a mate. I'm sure there are plenty of toms in this Clan who would offer to be yours,"
Poppyfeather snorted. "But... oh, I don't know. None of them are right for me." she said. 'But you are.' She couldn't keep the phrase from running through her head. He was the tom she wanted as a mate, but she couldn't tell him.
"Pikefang..." She said after a couple seconds of silence. No matter how much she wanted to tell him, she just couldn't. "I'm full. You can have the rest of the raven." she finished, turning from him to look the other way.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 13, 2011 17:41:35 GMT -5
Pikefang ignored Poppyfeather's question, and instead carried on eating his raven. He just didn't know how to reply. He didn't know why he was irritated. Though deep, deep down, he knew he was irritated because he was just jealous that he didn't have anyone to care about him. It wasn't like him to envy someone, but love was something he had never felt before, and he was lonely most of the time, even when he didn't notice it.
Pikefang was about to pass the raven to Poppyfeather when she told him that he could finish it. Shrugging it off, Pikefang went ahead. Licking his chops afterwards, he noticed Poppyfeather turn away from him out of the corner of his eye. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, suddenly concerned. His content expression deepened into a frown. Poppyfeather was acting so strange lately, and it worried him. Did he say something to her? Did someone else make her upset? Pikefang felt his claws instictively unsheath, vowing that if he ever found the cat who hurt Poppyfeather's feelings, he would rip their tails off.
Notes: Tags: [/i][/color] Poppyfeather Words: 179 [/size][/color][/size][/center] |
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Post by patchy on Nov 13, 2011 18:03:21 GMT -5
Words: 348 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: At the end, the thing that kept running through my mind was: this
Poppyfeather listened to the sounds of Pikefang finishing the raven. She almost felt like laughing at how think the tom could be sometimes. She'd been working up the courage to tell him how she felt for a while now, but even a kit could tell that she was in love. Not Pikefang, though. She'd flirted, brushed up against him, and pretty much had done anything and everything she possibly could to get him to guess without her saying. He'd never even mentioned a thing, and it had been eating away at her.
She thought back to the moment when she first realized she was falling for him. It was almost dusk, and they were returning from a hunting patrol. Neither had caught anything, but Poppyfeather wasn't going to let him sulk. She'd been trying to get him to laugh (without much success), but when he'd finally smiled, she realized how happy seeing it made her. She loved being around him, and it was that moment that showed her that she didn't only love being with him. She loved him as well.
Poppyfeather pulled herself back into the present in time to hear him ask her what was wrong. She shrugged and looked up at him. "Lots of things." she said after a long pause. "It just makes me sad to see you get irritated at something I find so beautiful." she said, sighing. She looked up at the sky, mentally asking Starclan why this was so hard for her. Poppyfeather sighed again and looked back at the couple across the camp once more. "It just makes me feel like I don't have a chance."
It took a second for Poppyfeather to realize that she'd actually said it out loud. It may not have been a direct 'I love you', but the meaning was the same. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away from Pikefang once more, desperately hoping he hadn't understood the meaning of the last sentence. However much she hoped, Poppyfeather couldn't bring herself to believe he didn't get it. She just hoped he felt the same.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 13, 2011 18:13:33 GMT -5
Pikefang sighed and felt the irritation vanish from him. He brushed his tail-tip against Poppyfeather's shoulder and frowned. "You know how hard it is for me to understand some things," he argued lightly, face expressionless. If he understood what love was, maybe he wouldn't have been confused or angry by it.
Pikefang was startled and confused by Poppyfeather's next remark. While he was trying to comprehend what she had meant, she had turned to look away from him again.What she said was hard to figure out in his mind. She didn't have a chance? Chance at what?
Pikefang thought back to when she said that love was beautiful, and then back to what she had said just now. But either way, he still didn't understand. All he understood was that she didn't have a chance with someone... but who? "Poppyfeather, what do you mean?" he asked slowly, curious on her answer.
Notes: Gah! So short! D: Tags: [/i][/color] Poppyfeather Words: 150 [/size][/color][/size][/center] |
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Post by patchy on Nov 13, 2011 19:37:49 GMT -5
Words: 202 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none
Poppyfeather gave a slight nod at Pikefang's weak argument. "Yeah, I know..." she said. It was true. He had a hard time understanding things. She was never sure why it was hard for him, but up until now, she'd just accepted it as part of him. But now, at this moment, she just couldn't accept it.
She sat in the silence after her comment about not having a chance while Pikefang tried to figure out what she meant. When he asked her about the statement, half of her said to tell him it was nothing and go on like nothing had happened. But she knew that wouldn't work out well. He knew something was wrong, and she had doubts that he would just let it go.
Poppyfeather took a deep breath and turned slowly back towards him. "With you." she half-whispered. After a short pause, she went on. "It makes me feel like I don't have a chance..... with you." As she said the last two words, Poppyfeather lifted her eyes to his. She looked for any sign of his feelings, and hoped desperately that anything she might find in his forest-green eyes would tell her that he felt the same way she felt.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 13, 2011 22:27:40 GMT -5
At first, Pikefang didn't hear Poppyfeather. She said it in a whisper, and he perked his ears, trying to make out what she was saying. She must've noticed that he didn't hear, and she spoke louder. This time, she finished her sentence. He stared at her for a long time, wondering if he heard her right again.
A chance with him? With him? A million thoughts flooded into his mind. Was she trying to tell him that she liked him more than a friend? Or was she saying that she didn't want to be friends with him anymore? Though when Poppyfeather looked up into his eyes, he confirmed his first guess. He opened his jaws, but no words came out. Instead, his eyes widened slightly in a dumbfounded expression.
"Poppyfeather... I, uh... I don't know what to say," he meowed quietly, for once, his voice cracking a bit. He was just shocked, is all, and it was a bit hard to conceal it. Though his face was almost expressionless besides the sparkle of surprise in his forest-green eyes.
Pikefang would never had guessed in a thousand moons that Poppyfeather had stronger feelings than she had for him now, which was already enough. He was fine with sharing tongues with her in the evening, and hunting together, and going on patrols together. He had a better life now than he had ever had before, and he appreciated Poppyfeather so much for that. But here she was now, telling him that she wanted to be more than just friends? Pikefang was unsure how to react. He certainly had feelings for Poppyfeather, strong ones at that, but being the unsympathetic tom he was, he had no idea if he was in love with her. After all, he hadn't the slightest idea as to what love felt like. However, deep down, very deep down, Pikefang did love her, he just didn't know how to show it.
Notes: Poor Pikefang. D: Now Poppyfeather's gonna explode on him. Tags: [/i][/color] Poppyfeather Words: 320 [/size][/color][/size][/center] |
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Post by patchy on Nov 14, 2011 16:26:17 GMT -5
Words: 259 // Tags: Pikefang // Notes: none Seeing the tom’s reaction made Poppyfeather want to laugh. Though, she didn’t want to laugh with joy or happiness. She wanted to laugh at her own stupidity. 'Of course he doesn’t love you back.' she thought bitterly, returning her gaze to the ground as Pikefang told her that he didn’t know what to say. She blinked a few times, trying to keep the tears out of her eyes. "No. You don’t have to say anything." she said with a rather edgy tone. "It was stupid of me to say. I’m sorry."
With a shuddering sigh, she stood up. She turned towards him, but kept her eyes lowered, not wanting to show Pikefang just how devastated and angry she was; not only at him for making her fall in love, but at herself for believing she had a chance to make it work. "Um, I- I think I'm going to go for a walk." she said quietly.
Poppyfeather took a couple of steps away before turning towards Pikefang. "I just wish you would have...." she began, the sharpness of her tone giving away just how chaotic her feelings were at the moment. She raised her gaze to meet his, a small part of her still hoping to see something there. After a moment, she shook her head and turned away without finishing her sentence. She debated whether or not she should go back into the Warriors' den, but decided against it. Instead, she padded to the opposite side of camp and crouched down, facing away from Pikefang, lest he see her crying.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 14, 2011 16:56:38 GMT -5
As soon as he heard the edge to Poppyfeather's tone, he immediately knew something was wrong. He stared at her with wide eyes and a frown on his face as she apoligized. He opened his jaws to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he stood in silence as Poppyfeather walked away from him, his paws suddenly frozen to the ground.
When she turned around to look at him, he wanted to rip his ears off so he couldn't hear the agony in her voice. Still, however hard he tried, he couldn't say anything. As she walked away again, this time, not looking back, Pikefang suddenly felt something that he had never felt before; his heart breaking. He had always thought that the expression, "I'm heart-broke", was on over-used exageration, but now he realized that it wasn't. He could literally feel his heart shattering into a million pieces, making him feel dizzy. Now he knew what it felt like to lose someone he cared about.
Pikefang wanted desperately to go over to Poppyfeather and apoligize, but he couldn't. He knew that if he tried to talk to her, she would only become more upset because he was the srouce of her pain. He was the reason why she was in a state of grief. He turned away, unable to look at Poppyfeather for any longer. He just wanted to stop the strong pain that he felt, to make it vanish and be friends with Poppyfeather again, and act like nothing happened. But he couldn't just forget about it. The pain intensified with every heartbeat, making Pikefang want to drown himself. He never meant to hurt Poppyfeather.
He never said that he didn't love her back, it was jsut that he couldn't recognize his feelings for her. Being betrayed by Leafstripe so long ago had built a wall around his heart, a wall that only Poppyfeather was able to break through. But she had only created an entrance to his heart, the rest of the wall trapped his feelings.
Pikefang did lover her, he just didn't realize it. Though he tried, he tried desperately to venture into the depths of his heart and try to find his feelings. He knew they were there, he just needed to find them. With his head hunched below his shoulders, he stalked off toward the warriors' den, eyes dull. He curled into his nest but couldn't sleep, his eyes remaining open just in case Poppyfeather came into the den later. But she didn't. He sighed, feeling more lonely then he'd ever been before.
Notes: Teehee for long post. :3 Tags: [/i][/color] Poppyfeather, Leafstripe Words: 427 [/size][/color][/size][/center] |
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