Impatient {open}

Tigerfrost glared down at the water, muttering curses under his breath. The tiny silver fish refused to be caught. Every time he tried to catch a fish with his outstretched claws, they would slither quickly away. Riverclan cats were known to be great at fishing, but Tigerfrost was the opposite of that! He had caught a fish only once in his entire life, and the fish he had caught was old and slow; even a small kit could catch it. Grumbling, the impatient tom pounced again, this time landing right in the freezing cold water. With paws as quick as lightning, he jumped out of the water, his teeth chattering. How can those fish stand that coldness!? he thought angrily, with a swish of his tail. Shaking his wet fur, Tigerfrost carefully glanced around the small clearing. There wasn't a cat in sight, and that was how he liked it. Other cats weren't as clever or as fierce as him. They were all much too weak and soft-hearted, believing in dead cats in the sky. That would be impossible; cats couldn't live on once they had died. Tigerfrost was too intelligent to fall for little kit nursery tales. After all, he had been told of them as well, when he was a small kit. But he didn't fall for it like all of the other gullible kits; he knew the truth. With another annoyed growl, Tigerfrost stalked over to a small area of trees near the river. Perhaps he would have more luck hunting in the woodlands. ooc: Sorry it's a bit short, I'm bad at opening posts. xD [bg=00002d][atrb=border,0,true]

Sorrelstrike set out on a boring adventure alone outside of camp. It was rather depressing, really, to find her using a last resort just to have some fun. Yes, she would do some boring hunting. But that would be after her search for some trouble. She was rather jealous of Crimsonclaw to have an apprentice to train, while she was still without something to do besides the bore-some daily duties of a warrior. Even being an apprentice was more fun than this. While out on her stroll, though, something caught her attention. Peaking from the shelter of reeds, she observed a warrior in the distance, concentrating on the surface of water. Focusing on the cat in sight, she concluded it was Tigerfrost, a rather grumpy warrior much like Crimsonclaw, but less fun. The tortoiseshell she-cat didn't know much about him, but it was sure worth a try to now that she was a warrior. What could happen? As she watched the large warrior, though, before she set out on her quest, she noticed what a bad fisher he was. His attempts at snagging a fish were slow and forced. At his last attempt, she couldn't help but giggle when his fruitless aim resulted in his pelt becoming a storage for water. Then her green gaze widened. Duck! Sorrelstrike found herself flattening against the ground as if hiding from prey as Tigerfrost looked around. Slowly rising back up she wondered if he had seen her, but by the looks of things he didn't notice a thing. This was her chance! As the tom stalked away, she crept through the cover of reeds until she was positions a few fox-lengths away from his approaching form. Raising her haunches, her pupils lengthening, she flew out of her hiding place, landing clumsily, directly in front of Tigerfrost. "Having trouble?" ( I suck at that too XD ) [bg=d1df86][atrb=border,0,true]

The large tom let out a hiss, growling with his hackles raised. It took him a moment or two to notice that no, the cat that had randomly sprung out from a bush was not an enemy warrior. It was actually Sorrelstrike, a clanmate that Tigerfrost rarely spoke to. Then again, he hardly spoke to any of his dear clanmates. Growling again, he hoped that she hadn’t seen his lousy display of hunting. It would be just great for the whole clan to realize how great and fierce he was in battle, meanwhile he couldn’t even catch a tiny fish. Perhaps he could ‘convince’ Sorrelstrike not to blurt out anything to the clan. But, maybe that wasn’t such a great plan. It would just be his luck if another cat spotted him scratching Sorrelstrike’s tongue out. That would end well. In the end, Tigerfrost decided that perhaps it was best if he didn’t mention his fishing skills at all. If Sorrelstrike had seen it, hopefully she had some sense in her not to start gossiping about him. “What are you doing, leaping out of the bushes like that?” he hissed, narrowing his eyes. Maybe she had tried to scare him, even though that was an impossible task. No one could ever scare Tigerfrost, or at least, he didn’t show it. Hiding his emotions was one of those few things Tigerfrost was really good at. “You’re lucky I didn’t claw your ears off.” he added, glaring at the she-cat. Did she think he was going to invite her hunting, or something? Tigerfrost was rarely the one who hunted with his clanmates, he preferred being independent. All the other little furballs in his clan just got in the way. [bg=00002d][atrb=border,0,true]

Yes, Tigerfrost was another Crimsonclaw. Except meaner. And has no humor. This wasn't going to be as pleasant, obviously, but maybe Sorrelstrike could at least somehow make it more fun. He was easily angered, right? That was her perfect advantage over him. That was his weakness. All she had to do was play the right cards, and he would be her's. It was her new goal. Because obviously they weren't going to be friends as long as this kept up. Maybe it would end up like her and Crimsonclaw, sworn enemies then friends? Nah, probably not. Besides, who would want to be friends with this miserable furball? Sorrelstrike snorted. It was like he wanted to be alone. But maybe that was actually his intentions. Rather odd, but everything was odd about him. She didn't know whether to feel sorry and try to help him, or resent him for being so stupid. Even she, who is extremely independent, would rather have company than suffer alone. Even Crimsonclaw wanted company and to be liked, for StarClan's sake! It didn't matter, though. It was Tigerfrost's life, not her's. If he wanted to ruin it and be alone, that was fine by her. Unless, of course, it resulted in everybody being killed by him in rage and revenge in the end. That wouldn't be too good. And Sorrelstrike would be the first on his list due to this little confrontation. But if everyone died, why would it matter if she was the first? Actually it would be better off if she was the first. That way all she had to do was watch and wait giggling. Snapping herself out of her deep, making-no-sense conversation to herself, she replied to Tigerfrost's oh so frightening words, "Yeah, and if you did, both your ears and tail would be ripped off!" Sorrelstrike laughed, rolling her eyes. "You know, if you would stop thinking you were oh so greater than everyone else, a guy like you would be leader by now. But for obvious reasons you're not. Besides, you can't even catch a fish!" Grinning, she continued, "Hey, lets make a deal. I'll teach you some manners and how to catch RiverClan prey, if you ignore me like I am not as great or magnificent than the great and honorable fish misser!" [bg=d1df86][atrb=border,0,true]

Tigerfrost felt another growl rise up his throat. What was Sorrelstrike doing? Did she want to get hurt? Tigerfrost was definitely not the kind of cat you wanted to mess with, and Sorrelstrike was obviously trying to. If she thought she could get away with it, she was extremely wrong. He wouldn’t just stand there and let her hurl insults at him, instead he would challenge her back, and many swipe at her a few times, if there wasn’t any cat looking. But, how would he know for sure? Sorrelstrike seemed to have seen him fail at catching those slippery fish back in the river. There wasn’t anything stopping her from telling everyone in every clan, so Tigerfrost would have to back himself up with his claws. His fighting skills were much better than his fishing! Once Tigerfrost was done with her, she’d be nothing except a useless ball of fur. Even though, she already was one; an annoying, talkative fur ball that got in everybody’s business. If there was one thing Tigerfrost hated above all others, it would be talkative cats that got in everybody else’s business. He hated cats with those types of personalities. Couldn’t they just shut up and keep to their selves for once? He preferred the quiet cats that were gullible and followed everyone else, or fierce cats like him. They deserved much more respect than all those cats who chatted about mindless nonsense all day long. He could get alone much more easily with them, but definitely not with kinds like Sorrelstrike. “You think that scares me, little kitty?” he snarled. “Can’t you do better than that pathetic excuse for a challenge?” Tigerfrost added with a hiss, baring his fangs, ready to teach Sorrelstrike some manners. [bg=00002d][atrb=border,0,true]

Sorrelstrike flicked her ear in annoyance. For once, the cat she was trying to annoy annoyed her. Usually it would be extremely easy to be able to be sickly cool about anything that would usually bring her blood to a boil, especially since she was extremely short-tempered, but Tigerfrost was asking for a fight he wouldn't be able to win, despite his brute force. Sorrelstrike was as good of a fighter, though her slim body lacked strength. Or, at least she was determined enough to try out how clever she was in battle without hesitation. This pathetic excuse for a tom deserved it! He couldn't even respect his own clan-mates! She hated selfish cats like him, and everybody knew it. Except Tigerfrost, that was for sure. "A bet, not a challenge. What, do you think someone asking how your day is is a challenge, too?" growled Sorrelstrike, fur bristling. "You've just proven my point about learning some manners, Mr. I'm-better-than-anyone-else. Maybe the fish will let you catch them if they knew how nice you were." Licking her chomps menacingly she grinned, forcing her anger down, "Besides, if you take my offer, maybe rumors won't spread around camp about how great a fighter you are, but how bringing prey back to feed cats is a challenge when it should be a simple task. And you'll have me out of your fur! Sweet deal, huh? Plus you'll learn a thing or two from the best." [bg=d1df86][atrb=border,0,true]

Tigerfrost swished his long tail, annoyed once again at the foolish she-cat. She was either trying to anger him or annoy him until he gave up and walk away. Cats like her just wanted to get on everybody's nerves all the time. Didn't she have anything better to do than get under everybody's skin? What fool would want to be her friend? Tigerfrost definitely didn't want to, that was for sure. He didn't need any friends to tag along with him all day and get under his paws. It was so much easier and more efficient to work alone. Friends would just betray him and get in the way of his ambition; to take all the clans to himself and only keep the strongest. But, before he could achieve that he would have to get rid of all the weak, mouse-brained cats, which included Sorrelstrike. That should be easy. Tigerfrost thought, unsheathing his claws and digging them deep into the wet earth. For a moment, Tigerfrost thought only about his ambition and goals, he was vaguely aware of Sorrelstrike waiting for an answer. But a loud bird screech woke him up from the trance, and he got ready to snarl back a sharp retort. “Oh, you’re so modest, little she-cat. I’m sure I would learn a lot from a tiny kitty like you.” he said sarcastically, rolling his amber eyes. “Is it your goal to annoy every cat that has ever lived, or something?” [bg=00002d][atrb=border,0,true]

Sorrelstrike smirked. At least he had some sense of humor in that stupid heart of his. Maybe somehow she could get on some good side of his, unless this was the only good side he had. She wouldn't be surprise if that was true. She, nor anyone, has ever seen a pleasant happy side of his personality. Just full of dark, stupid humor! Sorrelstrike had no way to get that far. But maybe she could get his anger up high enough to show him whose boss in a battle. "Naughty naughty Tigerfrost, looks like you have some humor after all!" Sorrelstrike joked, smiling in amusement. "Nah, my job around here is to annoy cats like you so much they get so used to me they start to get more pleasant! Look at Crimsonclaw! Did the same thing to you, and he was just like you, and now look at him! Less of a grump now, huh? Now your the new Mr. Grump in the Clan." Sorrelstrike was very doubtful of doing the same thing with Tigerfrost, but the least she could do was entertain herself with his reactions toward her obnoxious teasing. It was more fun than hunting, anyway, even though she still needed to catch her first fish in the new territories, which would probably take a moon for Tigerfrost to do. [bg=d1df86][atrb=border,0,true]

Tigerfrost slowly sheathed his claws that were digging into the damp soil a moment before. This she-cat was getting on his nerves, and he was about a minute away from clawing her eyes out. Maybe then she would give up and live in the elder’s den, like his father had once done when he had been blinded. Then from the thought of being useless, she might ‘disappear’ in the middle of the night and never come back. That would be great, and the clan would be free from her constant chattering. No one would miss her, they’d all just forget about her. She would slowly fade away from everybody’s memories, just like Tigerfrost’s father, the only difference was that he always thought about the him, the old elder that disappeared on a harsh Leafbare night … On and on the she-cat chatted away. Tigerfrost hardly registered what she was going on about, and slowly her words just became an annoying buzzing sound in his ears. It took a moment or two for him realize that Sorrelstrike had stopped talking. She seemed as if she was waiting for an answer, but Tigerfrost had no idea what she had just said. “All you do is talk and talk, like all she-cats. If you’re so fierce and tough, attack me, instead of chattering on all day!” he said with a growl, clearly annoyed. Tigerfrost was ready to teach Sorrelstrike some manners and respect. Unsheathing his claws, he got ready to battle his clanmate. [bg=00002d][atrb=border,0,true]

What a little brat. His amusing humor vanished like prey running for cover. Now he was obviously asking for a fight. But no, she wasn't going to start it, he was. If they were to ever physically harm each other, it would be him to blame, and she would just defend herself by saying she continued to fight due to self defense. Tigerfrost would be in so much trouble, he would have to live like an elder for a moon, or maybe even get kicked out of the Clan! "Tsk tsk, Tigerfrost. I'm not stupid enough to attack my own clanmate, like you. If there's ever an instant where we battle, it'll be you who started it, not me. At least I don't try to pick fights with every cat I talk to." ( Bleh short >_< ) [bg=d1df86][atrb=border,0,true]

The young tom rolled his eyes at Sorrelstrike. The pathetic she-cat was making up some excuse so she wouldn’t have to fight. She was weak and small, unwilling to fight a much larger and fiercer cat than herself. Tigerfrost was the opposite of that and he wouldn’t just walk away from her insults and challenges. He was going to aim a few swipes at her, with unsheathed claws, of course. Maybe the scars she would receive will teach her not to disrespect and bother him. Although, Sorrelstrike would always be annoying as long as she lived, it was just her nature. “I believe you’re misunderstood, Sorrelstrike.” he snarled with a glare. “You were the one jumping out of the bush and challenging me. I simply only defended myself.” Tigerfrost was very, very close to taking an aim at her face with his unsheathed claws. One more of her cheeky comments, and he was sure to attack. ooc: Mine is pretty short as well. Dx [bg=00002d][atrb=border,0,true]

Sorrelstrike snorted. An ignorant, stupid, selfish brat! Did he know what he was getting himself into? What kind excuse would that be? She could just image in her mind how everything would turn out if they got into a fight. Full of fury, I stalked into camp, feeling many gazes pierce my pelt as I continued my rushed pace. Anger overrides the pain scarring my skin, my tail lashing back and forth like the fleeing wings of a bird. I was obviously enraged more than ever. Fawnstep was the first to ask questions, running to my aid. "What happened?" she asked, while I just replied with the loudest, angriest hiss I could muster. Cats were starting to crowd around in curiosity, trying to decipher the source of my nasty wounds. Crimsonclaw appeared with Snowpaw at his side, back from his training session. Quick as lightning he came over to me, also trying to get answers. Anger and concern dazzled in his brilliant green gaze. "Mouse-brained Tigerfrost attacked me! What gives him the right to do that?!" I snarled, my bristled fur making me look twice my size. I could already tell Crimsonclaw was searching for him, due to his eyes scanning back in forth in furious speed. Soon enough, Tigerfrost came in with his own few pair of scars, unaware of the danger that was lurking just a few fox-lengths away. Crimsonclaw sped off, beating Tigerfrost up until he could never be a warrior again. Yes, that was what would happen. Or, instead of her prince saving her sorry ass, she also came up with this. Rage filling his sight, he blindly attacked me. I was ready. I swiftly dodged the blow, his paw pathetically clawing at the air instead. With a smirk, I lunged at him, pinning him to the ground! "Pathetic loser, you will not attack me anymore! Treat me with respect, or I'll give you a few wounds to remind you of how superior I am!" I felt Tigerfrost shiver in fear under my paws, his eyes full of fear as he stared at me with horror. "I am sorry, Great Sorrelstrike. I will never treat you with such disrespect again." Satisfied, I got off of his traumatized body, shaking my pelt. "Good." Sorrelstrike smiled wistfully after her short day-dreams, now determined and ready for whatever could happen next. "Doesn't give you the right to hurt little old me, now would it? Who would the Clan believe? A miserable, cold-hearted loser like you or a popular, loyal, good-hearted warrior like me?" ( That was fun XD A preview of Sorrelstrike's mine of insanity! ) [bg=d1df86][atrb=border,0,true]

Tigerfrost narrowed his amber eyes at the she-cat. Her eyes had gone oddly misty, and it looked as if she was vaguely aware of him and his unsheathed claws. This continued on for a couple of seconds, until she finally snapped back into reality, replying at last. Although Sorrelstrike’s words did nothing to help Tigerfrost’s temper, they were true – for the most part. She was right about the clan trusting herself over him. Tigerfrost wasn’t the kind of cat who talked to everyone and treated them equally. But, the past few moons he hadn’t done anything that bad. Sure, he might have insulted a couple of the clan’s most senior warriors, but they deserved it! They always acted as if they were the best; Tigerfrost was merely putting them in their place. He could defeat any of them any day, but he kept his anger under control, like he was doing to Sorrelstrike at the moment. He would just love to give her a couple of wounds to remind him of her strength, but he was reluctantly keeping cool, or at least trying to. It wasn’t working so well, but attacking Sorrelstrike would not end well. Tigerfrost doubted he would be kicked out of the clan, but it would lose him the respect some cat’s had for him. Not many cats had respect for him, though. Tigerfrost was one of the most disliked cats in the clans. But, no one knew him for what he really was. They just thought they did. Tigerfrost dug his claws deeper into the soil. He would not be the one who attacked first. “You mean, a lying, annoying, chattering mouse-brain like you, dear Sorrelstrike? he retorted with a snarl. “If you’re just going to hurl insults all day, leave. I have more important things to do than standing here and listening to your feeble insults.” [bg=00002d][atrb=border,0,true]

Sorrelstrike smirked at his reply. It looked as if he was giving up the idea of starting any fight. Too bad, too, for she had everything planned out. Looks like he wasn't the manly, strong tom he had portrayed, especially to back down of a challenge. But at least he had smarts, which was surprising. "Finally have some wits all of the sudden, or are you too afraid that if I stick around you'll hurt me?" Sorrelstrike sneered, her whiskers twitching in amusement. "You know it's true, though. The Clan would trust me over you any day, no matter how annoying you think I am. Obviously I'm not that annoying, because I actually have friends, but I already know I am very annoying when it comes to cats like you. And I'm not afraid to hide, nor admit that. Actually, the more comments on how annoying I am flatter me, because I know I'm doing my job." [bg=d1df86][atrb=border,0,true]

Slowly Tigerfrost’s anger ebbed away. He didn’t care anymore about Sorrelstrike, she could say whatever she wanted. She just wanted to get him agitated and attack. He wouldn’t though; maybe she would realize that soon. But, from the short conversation he had with her, Tigerfrost realized that she was incredibly stubborn, and would probably stand there talking to him for the rest of her life. Once again, the talkative she-cat chatted away. It went on longer this time, and slowly Tigerfrost forgot all about her. Her words were just an annoying buzz in his ear once again. Did she ever shut up? Although Tigerfrost was hardly listening to her, he caught a few words to come up with a response. “You’re very, very useless, like all she-cats in the clans. You do realize this is accomplishing nothing? I have a real job that is actually useful, unlike you. Now leave so I can accomplish this job, because I, unlike you, realize that talking to each other for the rest of eternity won’t solve anything.” he said smoothly, all traces of anger gone. [bg=00002d][atrb=border,0,true]