Stupidity Killed The Cat {Open for anyone-

who wants to be publicly humiliated}

<sup>Blazingpaw waltz out of the apprentice's den, yes he waltz--quite fancy eh? So anyways to continue his magnificence prance he decided a full circle would be needed. Now if the regular cat, meaning they weren't insane nor were they stupid, saw this tom they would believe he was doing something quite pointless.

Which Blazingpaw couldn't argue to--he was doing something pointless. But why would a tom of such his stature, as high as that is, do something so pointless?

It was obvious, he was bored. Oh how bored this multi-colored, long-haired tom was. The pitter-patter of the rain was becoming quite boring. The sloshing mud was rather annoying, and the clap of thunder was yesterday's news. Basically Blazingpaw was going to die--a sad, very sad death of boredom.

So to sum it all up, Blazingpaw was bored so he decided to waltz from the apprentice's den. Causing him to act as if he were doing something pointless--when in fact he was just bored. Yes that's exactly it.

When Blazingpaw becomes bored he does stupid things--the reason for this? It's quite a mystery actually but Blazingpaw really couldn't figure it out--nor did he care. With a agitated humph, and an irritated snort he sat down. What in Starclan's name is there to do around here!

Blazingpaw rolled his eyes, every cat around here is too much of a wimp to show their faces in the rain.
"Pffft--kits." he grumbled as a large droplet of liquid precipitation landed right on his nose. Twitching his pink leathery sniffer, he let out a loud sneeze.

"Stupid Rain." he muttered at last.

ooc:No seriously I'm so bored I wrote this, and I've missed roleplaying my Number 1 tom. So if anyone's open to being humiliated then please entertain me.</sup>

Tick watched as Blazingpaw pranced around in the rain. His pelt prickled at how purposeful he seemed. Hissing at himself for not paying attention, he pulled a paw out of the sticky mud he just stepped in. He wasn't that hungry, but he felt that he should keep his strength up, just in case these strange cats turned on him. He made way past Blazingpaw and picked out the scrawniest mouse he could from the fresh-kill pile. As he made his way back to the den Tick shook his muddied paw and the mud flew all over Blazingpaw.

<sup>Blazingpaw's boredom instantly vanished, swiveling his head he turned to face his new 'opponent'. Who was this tom? He had never seen this silver-coated apprentice before. The tom's scent hadn't yet been covered in the usual aroma of shadowclan. It seemed to contain the pines, crow-food, and--perhaps the Thunderpath.

Narrowing his gaze he meowed rather hotly,
"Do you understand the meaning of elegance?" Perking his eyebrows he shook the mud from his paws, so it was simple--Blazingpaw didn't really know the meaning either. Well he did--but he didn't know how to act upon it.

"Because apparently not--civilized clan cats do not splash mud upon their fellow denmates." Snorting, he curtly turned his back to the tom and sat down,

"Shadowclan doesn't accept mangy flea-bag rogues, so I'd get lost if I were you."</sup>

Tick glanced at the arrogant tom and suppressed a mrrow of amusement. So, there was something to these cats. Tick turned back around to settle near him, but immediately winced at the sharp pain from his neck wound. He received the wound from a rogue who had tried to steal his food and would've died, had not the Shadowclan medicine cat treated it and brought him back to camp. Sniffing the air, he tried to pick out her scent but it was so mingled with the other cats' that he could not tell it apart. Laying down he bit ravenously into his mouse, tearing at its' flesh and savoring every bite. He hadn't realized how hungry he was before food was before him. He looked as small and scrawny as his mouse compared to the well-fed, muscular Blazingpaw. Finishing his mouse Tick got up and began grooming himself.

(Hey Wish, should I not use his name until we have a Clan meeting about this or something. I mean it would be kinda weird for a random cat just to walk in and decide to have a clan name and be all at home and stuff, instead of having to talk about these things with the clan... What do you think?)

ooc:You should probably make him have his old name xD Like you said it would be kind of weird.

Blazingpaw blinked at the tom, he thought his very important ramblings to be nothing but mere words of amusement! Snorting he turned around to watch him eat, repulsive, low-life, scum. Did anyone even know that the tom was sitting in the middle of their camp, eating their food?

Clearly this was something Blazingpaw could not properly handle, for many thoughts were gushing through his multi-colored head and in the end the only words that tumbled from his mouth were,
"You! Sitting right there in the silver-coated pelt, who do you think you are?"Stupid. Those exact words were the words of an idiot. Something Blazingpaw was often compared to.

With twitching eyes he slowly sat down and began grooming himself as well, the only sound left in camp was the sprinkling of the rain, and the gentle soothing licks of the two toms tongues. Awkward. Yes, this was awkward.

Gazing at the tom before him, Tick asked, "Do you want to hunt with me as soon as the rain clears up?" He could see it easing already. This strange cat seemed like his type of cat, and reminded him of his very agitated foster mother, when she was still alive. He seemed rather... different... unique... Well, he seemed odd anyway. Besides, he still needed to find out how these cats lived for he figured he would be here for a while.

The throbbing in his neck had slightly eased and he was used to these kind of injuries. Besides, who wanted to stay around for more stinging stuff to be put on it?

<sup>Blazingpaw's curiosity only rose when the tom didn't lash out at him in anger. Nor did he argue back, rather he just remained calm and asked him to--hunt with him. Well that's pretty odd.

"So after I basically insulted you--you want to go hunting--with me?" Blazingpaw asked finally, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. Was the cat serious? Blazingpaw didn't really know where this silver-coated tom had come from, nor did he really care. But he sure wondered why he was here.

Was he accepted into the clan? Did his oh-so-beloved mentor Thievingstar make an announcement without him knowing? That would be like Thievingstar to leave him out of things, since they weren't on the best turns. Blazingpaw had multiple scars to prove this.

But that theory didn't fit quite right either so to douse his burning curiosity, Blazingpaw simply looked the tom in the eye and asked,
"Who are you?</sup>

Tick looked thoughtfully into the distance. Who was he? "I am no one and yet someone. I am the fire yet the water. I am many things, and many things I am not. I come from distance lands you could only dream about. I am young, yet I have a mind of old."

Shaking his head Tick glanced at Blazingpaw. "Will you teach me how to hunt?"

<sup>What in Starclan's name was this tom blabbering about? All he wanted to know was his name--for starclan's sake! Blazingpaw chuckled slightly, the description of who he was was a little--over-done perhaps,

"No--I mean what's you name, I don't want to sit there and constantly meow Silver-coated tom the whole time." Sitting down he brought his mud covered paw to his muzzle and began grooming himself. Unusually his anger had receded and was replaced by a guarded curiosity.

Perking his ears at his questions he meowed,
"You don't know how to hunt?" The tom's statement had surprised him, if he had been a rogue then hunting would have had been mandatory for him to survive.</sup>

"My name is Tick because I had my first tick before I was one moon. And no, I don't know how. Sometimes I get lucky and something old or stupid runs into my paws or doesn't run at all, but I can't catch healthy prey." Tick raised his long gray tail high and mewed, "I don't believe I caught your name." Pausing, he added, " The rain is gone. Lets get on."

<sup>Blazingpaw nodded to the tom and slowly began to pad away from the mud-encased area and trudged onwards to the bramble tunnel. His ear pricked he listened for any sound of any other cats and then shot through the entrance. Sitting down he waited for Tick's arrival before meowing,

"So--Tick eh? I don't think that will make a very respective warrior name, saying that ticks are the things that elders hate most." he meowed amusingly. Blinking he smirked,

"If you want to join Shadowclan you'll need a name that fits your personality and your looks." Cocking his head to the side Blazingpaw muttered, "Well we can't have Silverpaw since we already have that stupid she-cat Silverwing. Graypaw--isn't fitting---" trailing off he shook his head,

"That's for Thievingstar to figure out." pausing he narrowed his crisp golden gaze,

"By the way my name's Blazingpaw."</sup>

Tick followed the odd tom out of the camp. Stretching, he listened to the him speak. Blazingpaw... What a peculiar name... Just as Blazingpaw finished speaking, Tick saw a mouse scurrying under the leaves before him. Crouching, not low but not high, he bunched his muscles, watching intently. Tick jumped high, stretching his muscles as far as he could, landing a few tail-lengths from where he had been, but the mouse was gone. Flicking his ears in disappointment, Tick sat down to groom himself.

^{ooc:I made a new board :3}