Discovering a New World [Kestrelpaw]

<sup>Silentpaw
I walk alone

Silentpaw followed the mysterious she-cat out of camp with incredibly confused feelings. Her sudden change of attiude just dumbfounded him. What made her so...so...flirtatious? He couldn't believe he spoke that in his mind. An annoying, trouble-some she-cat flirting with him? Didn't she hate him? What made her act like that? Was it a trick?

For some reason, it didn't feel that way. Her eyes were full of a warm fire, not the kind to be threatening. It always seemed she had a kind of bitter sarcastic tone to her whenever she was hiding a scheme. This time, though, he couldn't help but take her seriously, no matter what her intentions were.

When he thought about what happened, he felt disgusted with himself. He found Kestrelpaw rather cute when she blushed. And his heart beated faster as a strange sensation creped in as her words filled his mind. Even her mere presence made his fur tingle. It felt weird, but good. He never felt anything like it. Though, he didn't know what this feeling was, the cause, nor how to cure it. All he knew was he wanted to be near his ex-enemy, just to embrace the new emotions he was experiencing.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he felt almost afraid of himself. What is the matter with him? He felt weak and fragile in this state. Strong with emotions. Confining his thoughts he rushed back into the confused state, padding to the tabby apprentice's side. He forced out words that can prove to himself that he was still him. He almost felt like a different cat in this chaos of feelings.

"Happy now?"</sup>

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KESTRELPAW
Let's Start A Riot!, A Riot!

Kestrelpaw scrunched her nose as the bitter taint of the metal monsters infiltrated her senses. Sticking out her tongue she ignored his tart reply and murmured, "Smell that? It smells icky." Scraping the top of her tongue with her teeth she attempted to free herself of the taste but it was to no avail. With a sigh she decided to distract herself, casting Silentpaw a devious glance she batted her eyelashes.

"Since your in love with me, how about a game?" Stepping rather close to the tom she breathed her warm breath into his fur, "Please?" Purring she circled him, Why hadn't I tried this before? She remembered ages ago when Tigerpaw had told her what toms like. Back then she thought his advice was stupid since 'boys were yucky' but as she gazed at Silentpaw's lean figure she had to disagree. He was startlingly attractive. This new feeling was strange, but it wasn't bad. Instead she felt as if she were atop a cloud, floating in a warm abyss.

Curling the tip of her tail she ran it along the bottom of his chin, "Come and find me." she cooed. With a bounce in her step she galloped away from her former enemy. So long ago they had been bickering and ripping each others fur out. But now she couldn't glimpse the day where she wanted to be away from him. As she rounded the corner of a log she found herself gazing back. There he stood, the sun did his pelt well. Every muscle rippled beneath his fur, he would be a rather handsome tom. Blinking she found herself wondering if she could even compare to his beauty. Curious she found a lonesome puddle and gazed in. Her stature was small, but her fur was long. When did I look so grown up?

She had tiny, petite paws. Tabby stripes spiraled down her pelt, and a long furry tail. But what surprised her most was her face. No longer was her muzzle broad and kitten-like. It was thin, and cat like. The she-cat looked like an adult; they both did. Was it because she looked like an adult that made her feel this way? Every day she couldn't feel any changes but as she saw her reflection in the puddle she could hardly believe it was her. "My Starclan, I've grown." Even her voice had change, no longer was it high-pitched and squeaky. It was grown and distinct. She wasn't a kit anymore.

ooc: Surprisingly they're around eight moons now, most cats are full-grown at nine moons. So--yah xD Just wanted to point out that they're not little kits anymore.

<sup>Silentpaw
I walk alone

Silentpaw watched her gallop away in her attempt to not be able to be found. What was the point of this childish game? Just to allure him in her web of arousal? It was just another item to add on the list of why he was so attracted to everything she did.

It wasn't too hard to find her, for it seemed she was delayed with something more interesting than the game she challenged him with. Closing in on her side, he caught her words that seemed to be only casted to herself. Smirking he commented as he approached her figure, "What, did you still think we were young, carefree kits that always got in trouble, idiot?"

Brushing his pelt against hers he breathed into her ear, "Not only did you get older, though, but you've gotten more beautiful too."

His voice was bitter-sweet and flirtatious. He didn't know why he said that or why he even said it like that, but he was too caught in the swirl of emotions to care right now. All he cared about were two things: being with Kestrelpaw and how to express what he was feeling. He wasn't for sure how, but his mind and body seemed to know exactly what to do. He wasn't for sure if he really did know himself now.</sup>

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KESTRELPAW
Let's Start A Riot!, A Riot!

Yes actually I-" Her words were swept away at the touch of his pelt. She gulped nervously. What were they doing? Why were they doing this? Thousands of reasons swarmed her brain; thousands of shouts and screams. Kick his ass! Beat him to a pulp! Push his away! Run! But she didn't listen instead she raised her muzzle and licked his cheek. "Oh so now I'm beautiful." she whispered quietly, "I thought I was worse than the plague." Now the she-cat was on her paws, circling him with a deep rhythmic purr. The she-cat's long fur brushed against his. What am I doing? It was so wrong and strange; and weird. It was definitely weird. But it felt so damn right.

She stopped, her body was perfectly aligned with his. Her tail swept carefully next to his; and then they entwined. Her thin, petite muzzle rubbed against the side of his face. It was wrong. They were apprentices. Apprentices were meant to spend their time training to become warriors. Crushes were fine. But this? This isn't what little apprentices do.

But they were never really used to following the rules anyway.

"So what now?" she breathed. It was his turn to take the reins. He was in charge. She'd follow him to Starclan and back if he wanted her to. She was so caught up in the rush of his skin; the touch of his fur. A smile flickered across her mouth. She wasn't a little kit anyway; she wasn't Owltalon's little girl anymore. It was her turn to begin her life. And she wasn't going down without a fight.

<sup>Silentpaw
I walk alone

Silentpaw totally lost himself now. His serious, tough nature was replaced by some monster. All he wanted to do was touch her body, feel the rush of the emotions and heat that devoured them both. He still couldn't identify what this feeling was. There was only one thought in his mind, and it was the thought of the monster controlling his mind and body.

This monster wasn't chained up in the back of his mind anymore. It was growing from the time he was born, and it finally broke free of its restriction. But, it seems as if it got free a little too early. He was mature, though. He could control the beast lurking in his body, right?

Not.

Silentpaw didn't even think. All of his mind was focused on one think. The beast's desire. Of course, he gave in, not even forcing himself to stop. He actually wanted this. The gray tabby didn't know why, but he did. It was such a strong urge it was killing him inside. Brushing his body against hers, he lifted her chin with his tail, licking her lips. "I got a fun idea," Silentpaw purred, smirking. "Follow me." Brushing his tail against her chin as he padded away, he gestured her into the bushes, a shadowy place in the shelter. "Ladies first."</sup>

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KESTRELPAW
Let's Start A Riot!, A Riot!

Oh she was lost. So damn lost it was unbearable. Lost in his eyes. Kestrelpaw giggled to herself, what a lame joke. But it was true, as she pressed herself against his well-muscled body she couldn't help but melt. This tom was doing such strange things to her mental-health. Kestrelpaw couldn't think straight, she couldn't speak, she couldn't walk. All she did was let him lead her, and into what? Oh she didn't care, it was all such a magnificent blur. The petite she-cat purred and purred; rubbed against his cheeks; giggled at nothing, absolutely nothing. What was wrong? Nothing. She halted, for mere seconds her old rebellious self rekindled. A sharp scowl crossed her face, Hey! Wait, what's going on! He licked her cheek, right, nothing. She melted again, right then and there.

"Oh what a gentleman."she cooed as he led her into a bush. Nothing at this point crossed her mind. Nothing logical at least. The little she-cat could only picture his face, those green eyes. Then his body; oh they weren't kits anymore. Not at all. Then his touch, his fur, his whiskers, his nose, his paws; his everything. She purred louder.

Maybe at that moment she should have raced out the back. Or maybe slapped him across the cheek and screamed, "Tag your it!" Or simply tell him to stop. They were apprentices not warriors, this was forbidden; wrong; very wrong. But she didn't. She did not stop to think of any consequences. Kestrelpaw didn't think of the future; of what could happen. She didn't think of her father's face when he found out. Or her mother's disbelief. The taunts; the laughter; or the punishment.

Kestrelpaw only thought of Silentpaw.

Worst mistake ever.

( Ahhh good old kitty love. I feel perverted with Silentpaw now though XD Anyway we can end here if ya want. But it's up to you when we should do another SilentxKestrel role-play ^_^ )

ooc: Haha I felt strange roleplaying this as well. I was like, HMMMM how to write this without sounding terribly inappropriate. But yah it can end here 83 I'll probably take a break from the two for a week or so then we can jump all over it again xD