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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Feb 22, 2008 12:03:08 GMT -5
"Oh."
Nightpaw frowned slightly, digesting this information. His expression was rather odd; sheltered as he was and a tad bit naive, the young tom didn't seem to realize that the scene had resulted from Patchstar's misstep more than anything the loners had done wrong. He seemed almost disappointed with the results. The orange-brown apprentice unburied his face from his fur so that his voice wasn't muffled, although Jaypaw was no longer looking at him anyway.
"Wish I'd been there," he said wistfully, with the passion for violence of toms everywhere. "Sure sounds intense. How like Starr to cut things off when they were getting interesting."
Nightpaw would grow up, eventually, and hopefully be as mature as Jaypaw could be when the other tom shed his playful mask. But for the moment, unfortunately, he wasn't the ideal companion to chat about intrigue with.
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Post by pinepaw on Feb 22, 2008 18:14:00 GMT -5
Jaypaw shurgged and as quickly as it had happened his eyes were bright and playful again. "Ah, oh well. No blood shed and no death. That's always good, right?" The memory of losing Robinpaw and Finchpaw just the previous moon was heart wretching yet. More death wasn't the start of something to heal.
"Care to hunt some more? Or perhaps explore the territory a bit? You never know what's out there. We could find loads of things to do." Un-curling his back the front end of the gray tom streatched low to the ground as his hind quarters stayed in the air, his tail rolling over his back.
Shaking his pelt out Jaypaw twisted slightly to lick his shoulders, the bones more prominenate. The lean tom yawned and awaited an answer. His paws itched to be doing something. "Maybe we can help Patchstar with something?"[/color]
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Feb 22, 2008 20:08:02 GMT -5
"No bloodshed? Hmm." Nightpaw shrugged; he knew what the right answer was to that, but it certainly wasn't interesting. "Well, those rogues are probably long gone by now anyway. We'll prolly never see them again."
"Care to hunt some more? Or perhaps explore the territory a bit? You never know what's out there. We could find loads of things to do. Maybe we can help Patchstar with something?"
Nightpaw's nose twitched at that first suggestion -- it was roundly boring and something that he seemed to be doing far too much anyway -- but he brightened at the other two. "Exploring sounds cool," he volunteered, "or Patchstar too, or we could even -- I dunno -- stalk Moonwhisker or something." The comment elicted a snicker that Nightpaw hid by licking his paw and vigorously rubbing one ear with it. Their deputy wasn't likely to appreciate the "help" of two bored, troublesome apprentices, but it would be quite entertaining to see her reaction.
"Or," his eyes brightened at a sudden idea, "what if we try and track those rogues? We could, I betcha, they were younger than we were! And even if we can't find them I bet something cool'll hapen along the way, right?"
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Post by pinepaw on Feb 26, 2008 19:27:36 GMT -5
Not wanting to seem against everything that Patchstar did, Jaypaw quickly brightened and bounced on his paws. "Alright! Let's start now." Having a rather perky bounce to his step, Jaypaw started toward the camp entrance, hoping his mentor wouldn't pop out of somewhere and start screaming at him to clear the Elder's Den or something.
"We best hurry if we're going to get outta here." Laughing to himself he hoped Nightpaw didnt' want to start a fight with these cats. Sure he liked fighting, but he needed to be in the mood. Being in his happy state near all the time, it was difficult to just jump into that skin. Starting out of the camp he placed his dark pink and black outlined nose to the ground and began searching for that rogue smell. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.[/color]
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Feb 27, 2008 16:26:07 GMT -5
"Right!"
Nightpaw leapt to his paws, eagerly following the bouncy apprentice. He couldn't match Jaypaw for sheer exuberance, but when he dug his teeth into an idea he didn't let go. Frowning, the young tom put his nose to the ground and began to hunt for the scent as well, but the traces were muddied and tangled -- quite a lot of cats had been present at the scene.
After a moment Nightpaw managed, at least, to find where the fight took place; the sand was churned from the attack and subsequent flight, and he managed to orient himself and figure out what direction the rogues had headed off in.
"This way, right?" He glanced at Jaypaw. "Looks like they weren't headed for the forest."
All the same, he was raring to go.
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