Chaos is good, Boredom... not so good (anyone)

Wildstrike

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^{Sanity is overrated}

Wildstrike lay on one of the rocks that surrounded of the camp. Things were boring, they had been for a while. She had missed out on a good fight because Riverstar thought that she wasn't sensible enough to be brought along to a gathering. She huffed and flicked her ears back.

Then the calico she-cat stood and padded in a circle around camp. There had to be some way to stay amused. Some cat she could go patroling with. Patroling and hunting were no fun when you were on your own. Not much was fun when you were on your own.
The large she-cat sighed and rolled onto her back, and promptly rolled off the rock she was on, and landed on another cat...
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(Anyone can be the poor cat she landed on.)

SMALLWHISKER
Keep your stories to yourself

Smallwhisker had been peacefully dosing in the evening light. The keyword in that sentence was had.
The old she-cat was jerked awake when the weight of another cat landed right ontop of the older cat. A screech excaped her mouth and it wasn't even a second before she was off on one of her lecture, well, more of a rant that made no sense at all.
"What is the big idea! Mouse-brained furball!" she hissed, still under the weight of the other cat and feeling her weak bones bend unnaturally.
"Get off of me you large peice of dung! You should know better then to roll ontop of your elders! Why don't you know how much I have served this Clan in my prime? It's just like you young ones to do such a thing! Get off I say! Get. OFF!"

Wildstrike

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Wildstrike leapt off of the angry Elder and grinned apolegitcily. "Sorry about that Smallwhisker. I didn't mean to." She began to back up. "Fell off the ledge up there, was dozing and such." She turned to beat a hasty retreat and tripped over her own paws, landing on her face.
"Ooff."
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SMALLWHISKER
Keep your stories to yourself

Smallwhisker heaved herself up. "Now wait just a minute!" but Smallwhisker didn't need to say it, for just as the elder started to follow the retreating cats scent, she heard Wildstrike trip and soon Smallwhisker was ontop.
"Now look at what you made me do!" she hissed as she lifted herself up, not caring if she placed her paw right onto Wildstrike's muzzle.
"If I was leader you'd be cleaning out the elders den, dirt, and getting rid of their ticks even if you are a warrior!"
Wildstrikes only hope now was for another cat to come along and get on Smallwhisker's nerves. He rant continued on and on, mentioning when she was young and how elders were treaty like StarClan and much, much more.

Wildstrike

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Wildstrike got her paws under her and began to skitter off. She was getting away from this grumpy elder as quickly as her legs could carry her.
"It was an accident Could have happened to anycat!" She mewed loudly. "And I said I was sorry!"
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SMALLWHISKER
Keep your stories to yourself

Smallwhisker was on a rampage. "Sorry? Sorry is all you got to say! You could have broken my bones! And what if it had been a kit? How would you like to see a kit after a full grown, fat warrior landed on it?" She padded angryly after Wildstrike but at the same time, was cooling off. If ever so slowly.

Wildstrike

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Wildstrike put on a burst of speed, trying to put some distance between her and the lecturing elder. Then she stopped.
"I am not fat!" she mewed. "It's all pure muscle!" She snapped. "And it was an accident. I didn't mean to fall off the ledge."
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SMALLWHISKER
Keep your stories to yourself

"Pure musle? Pure musle indeed!" Smallwhisker retorted, still chasing after Wildstrike. "I don't care if it was an accident! I warrior shouldn't be so clumsy! You don't deserve to be a warrior sinse you are so clumsy! Not. At. All!"

{{xD You need to brine Old Talonstirke in if you can and get her all worked up again.}}

Wildstrike

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"I was half asleep." Mewed Wildstrike, sounding irritated. "Half asleep okay? No one is graceful when they are half asleep." She leapt up onto some rocks, she knew the blind elder couldn't reach her up here.

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^{I'll give you a tale to blow the man down}

The scents of bird filled the air as Old Talonstrike padded up to Smallwhisker. "Come on now, don't you have some one else to torture. I have this pulp partrige, do you want to share? I mean I can't eat it all by myself." He paused. "Sabertooth brought several types of rare prey into the camp. Good thing that cat is such a good hunter, else he would eat us out of camp and territory." He chuckled and dropped the fresh-kill at Smallwhisker's feet.

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SMALLWHISKER
Keep your stories to yourself

Smallwhisker growled as Wildstrike got out of her reach. "Coward! Come down here right now! Coward!" but before Smallwhisker could even attempt to go on, the annoying sound of Talonstrike's voice drifted to her.
She stiffened as she listened to him. She didn't move when he offered her the partridge. She was irritated already and now the mouse-brain elder she shared a den with had to come along. Would the day get any better?
Apparently not. Smallwhisker had gotten enough of 'Sabertooth this' and 'Sabertooth that' coming from that old warrior. She snapped.
"You think to highly of that cat!" she screeched out. "It'll only bring heart break when he goes off and breaks the warrior code! All of these new warriors do it once if not more these days!"

Old Talonstrike
^{I'll give you a tale to blow the man down}
The old tom bristled at her words.
"I don't know what possesed me to join the elders, if it means being stuck with a whiney little pain like yourself." He snapped. "Get over yourself. Oh you've had such a hard life and it's all about you. Well... suck it up! And try to be civil when some one is nice for you. As for the warrior code, it's overrated at times! I know that both you and I have broken it. Sometimes it needs to be broken for the good of the clan."

He paused.
"Come with me Wildstirke, we will leave this old Harpy to herself."

"If I ever catch you bullying any cat... things will not be pretty Smallwhisker. Not pretty at all, and that is a promise."
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SMALLWHISKER
Keep your stories to yourself

"Oh-ho! So you're threatening me now, eh Talonstrike? Going to stick to your word? Huh? Hurt me then get kicked out of the clan why don't ya." Smallwhisker snapped back, her voice low and cryptic. Even though they where the only cats around, the silence that followed her words was motionless. The birds that had been chattering only moments ago had stopped so suddenly no one could have notice it. The gentle breeze froze and the small sounds of the prey scurrying just out of camp had even fallen silent.

Only the she-cat elders whiskers twitching broke the silence as she waited for the old tom to reply-or even to make true his threat. She was pushing a lot of buttons, buttons better left untouched. And they weren't just Talonstrikes and Wildstrikes buttons she was pushing, she was also pushing hers.

Smallwhisker despised Talonstrike. She despised most of the Clan really. After all, they all had friends and family while poor little, pitiable, blind, testy-old Smallwhisker was all alone. She never had an apprentice, her only love had died. And because of her, so had their kits.

If a cat took the time to pay attention to the poor she-cat, they would see behind those sightless eyes, matted fur, and irritated face was a kit. A little, frail kit who just wanted to go back in time and change her life.

Smallwhisker's life was one people seemed to only imagine, or dream about. The life that no cat would ever even imagine having.

The elder only acted the way she did so no cat could ever break down the barrier she had built around her heart. She was always afraid that if someone got through it, then her past would be relived. Only those who had lived when she went through what she did knew the story. And it was only a quarter of the story at that. They didn't know what Smallwhisker felt during that time, nor would she ever let them.

Now Smallwhisker was pushing her buttons in a way that would probably confuse a person. By now, the old warrior would have let off and gone back to her napping. I suppose you could say she was testing her limits-and she didn't know how far she had gone.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book
known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.
~Virginia Woolf

Old Talonstrike
^{I'll give you a tale to blow the man down}
Talonstrike stopped and turned around, the old tom leapt at Smallwhisker and yowled in her face.
"Don't push me Smallwhisker." He growled. "Don't you dare push me. I know that I could seriously hurt you in a fight, but you need to be taught a lesson. And you will be taught that lesson." He snarled then stalked off.
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