Post by Scruffy on Jul 21, 2012 0:31:47 GMT -5
Before I give away three of my neopets I found this on one of the petpages, something I'd written about two of my characters from Arishia's and my roleplay, and decided to post it here.
Squirrelfang & Coldfield
Squirrelfang took a calm stroll through the forest, pondering about Dewstep's newfound deputyship. She had been jealous, and she still envied him, but not as much. The dark-pelted she-cat had always been rude to her brothers, and she realized they were as good of warriors as she was. The first never last long. She recalled whispering to him. She shouldn't have said that.
As she beant down to drink from the stream, Squirrelfang heard pawsteps in te bushes behind. Her neck snapped up, and she twisted it around, expecting a badger or dog to leap out and seize her. The ginger-bellied warriors turned completely around and stood her ground, but wasn't quite prepared for who trotted out.
A snowy white tom with a nick in his perked ear stepped out, blinking in the dawning sun and calling out Squirrelfang's name. Squirrelfang thought she saw the faintest smile on his face, but she could've been imagining it. "There you are." He purred.
Squirrelfang relaxed, slightly surprised. She sat down and glanced at the only cat in LightningClan she'd ever gotten along with. "Coldfield. What are you doing here?" She swished her tail along the dirty ground.
Coldfield came closer and sat down squarely in front of her, looking into her eyes, "You were due for patrol. They left without you, so I came looking." The icey-pelted tom told her. His pale green eyes glittered in the dappled light.
Squirrelflight misunderstood, "Oh, so you didn't even remember I existed until you heard the patrol calling for me. How sweet." Sarcasm flooded her voice, but Coldfield lashed his paw out and gently cuffed her.
Coldfield purred unexpectantly in amusement, "No, you mouse-brain. I came because I wondered where you went." He stood up and began to walk away, past the stream. His paws splashed water at her, but she didn't notice, "Follow me." He ordered, and scampered off.
Stupid tom! She darted after him, trying to keep his trail and figure out where he was off to at the same time. Her paws scrabbled to a stop as she crashed through the bushes lining the top of a cliff. Water splashed down from it, and she stood on the edge, earching for where Coldfield had fled to. "Gah!" A voice yelled, and she felt paws brace her neck.
Coldfield had jumped for the aggressive young cat, and they began to tumble down the waterfall, like many cats in the past had. Squirrelfang expected it to be quick and suffocated, and awaited death to come to her, but none did. Her head arose from the spring-river below. The water was warm, and she searched frantically for Coldfield, then stopped-Why did she care? Had Coldfield tried to kill her? No. He was a peaceful, but trouble-making tom. She felt paws again on her face, this time covering her eyes.
She heard a familiar voice, "Guess who. No, don't guess. You'll get it wrong." Coldfield swam around to the front of her, and before she could do anything, he laughed and splashhed at her. This led to a frantic splash fight between the two, with Squirrelfang finally getting her friend to surrender. He shook his fur, climbed out of the war waters, and shook his pelt again. Squirrelfang repeated his actions and soon they were both dry.
Squirrelfang looked into his eyes again, cocking her head slowly to find any sense of attempted murder behind his gaze. Nothing. Just pure fun and happiness. And something more pure behind those handsome pale green eyes she couldn't describe. Coldfield just smiled. Squirrelfang smiled too. Coldfield was more then a friend, and as long as she lived, she would never lose him.
Squirrelfang & Coldfield
Squirrelfang took a calm stroll through the forest, pondering about Dewstep's newfound deputyship. She had been jealous, and she still envied him, but not as much. The dark-pelted she-cat had always been rude to her brothers, and she realized they were as good of warriors as she was. The first never last long. She recalled whispering to him. She shouldn't have said that.
As she beant down to drink from the stream, Squirrelfang heard pawsteps in te bushes behind. Her neck snapped up, and she twisted it around, expecting a badger or dog to leap out and seize her. The ginger-bellied warriors turned completely around and stood her ground, but wasn't quite prepared for who trotted out.
A snowy white tom with a nick in his perked ear stepped out, blinking in the dawning sun and calling out Squirrelfang's name. Squirrelfang thought she saw the faintest smile on his face, but she could've been imagining it. "There you are." He purred.
Squirrelfang relaxed, slightly surprised. She sat down and glanced at the only cat in LightningClan she'd ever gotten along with. "Coldfield. What are you doing here?" She swished her tail along the dirty ground.
Coldfield came closer and sat down squarely in front of her, looking into her eyes, "You were due for patrol. They left without you, so I came looking." The icey-pelted tom told her. His pale green eyes glittered in the dappled light.
Squirrelflight misunderstood, "Oh, so you didn't even remember I existed until you heard the patrol calling for me. How sweet." Sarcasm flooded her voice, but Coldfield lashed his paw out and gently cuffed her.
Coldfield purred unexpectantly in amusement, "No, you mouse-brain. I came because I wondered where you went." He stood up and began to walk away, past the stream. His paws splashed water at her, but she didn't notice, "Follow me." He ordered, and scampered off.
Stupid tom! She darted after him, trying to keep his trail and figure out where he was off to at the same time. Her paws scrabbled to a stop as she crashed through the bushes lining the top of a cliff. Water splashed down from it, and she stood on the edge, earching for where Coldfield had fled to. "Gah!" A voice yelled, and she felt paws brace her neck.
Coldfield had jumped for the aggressive young cat, and they began to tumble down the waterfall, like many cats in the past had. Squirrelfang expected it to be quick and suffocated, and awaited death to come to her, but none did. Her head arose from the spring-river below. The water was warm, and she searched frantically for Coldfield, then stopped-Why did she care? Had Coldfield tried to kill her? No. He was a peaceful, but trouble-making tom. She felt paws again on her face, this time covering her eyes.
She heard a familiar voice, "Guess who. No, don't guess. You'll get it wrong." Coldfield swam around to the front of her, and before she could do anything, he laughed and splashhed at her. This led to a frantic splash fight between the two, with Squirrelfang finally getting her friend to surrender. He shook his fur, climbed out of the war waters, and shook his pelt again. Squirrelfang repeated his actions and soon they were both dry.
Squirrelfang looked into his eyes again, cocking her head slowly to find any sense of attempted murder behind his gaze. Nothing. Just pure fun and happiness. And something more pure behind those handsome pale green eyes she couldn't describe. Coldfield just smiled. Squirrelfang smiled too. Coldfield was more then a friend, and as long as she lived, she would never lose him.