Stop and Stare

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Jaywing was asleep. The light swirls of separate dreams whirled around Jaywing's mind, never fully deciding on one. Tales weaved in and out with one another, eventually forming one, strange picture. The oversized elder seemed to be dreaming of reliving her live, a flashback viewed in the subconscious dreaming mind. She saw herself, a flabby, uncoordinated kit. She saw herself decide to devote herself to a life in the nursery after her warrior skills proved rather useless. The growing suspicion that she was made to be a kittypet, not a clan cat. Retiring early for the simple life of an elder... Jaywing woke with a start. She had been restless for the past few days, getting bored with her generally happy, consistent lifestyle. She'd started eating more and more, out of sheer boredom. This was not the best thing for the clan, as prey was getting scarcer now that it was leaf-bare. But still Jaywing couldn't figure out what had been wrong. Now she knew. Jaywing was getting older, and she knew that she didn't have that many more seasons left, though she was still completely lively and healthy apart from her enormously flabtastic size. [OOC: Yeah, that's right, I said it. Flabtastic.] And, still, after all these years, what had she done with her life? What help had she been to the clan? Yes, she'd had kits, but what had she done other than getting pregnant? Nothing. Jaywing had contributed nothing to IvoryClan, and if she didn't make a notable impression now, she would be forgotten, no mention of her in a story or battle tale. So now what? How could Jaywing make her mark on the world? With a bit more than the usual strain, Jaywing heaved herself to her feet, determined to do something, but not exactly sure how. Swinging her heavily weighted head around, Jaywing caught sight of the kits and apprentices playfighting, having fun but unsupervised. If someone got hurt...maybe she could watch them?


[OOC: Eww this post totally deteriorated as I went and got tired. Try to make what you can of it.]

Edits: Carmeltail's got this one.

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You could hear her loud, raspy voice thought the camp when she yelled. Kits were afraid of her, apprentices loathed her, and warriors avoided her. Carmeltail's voice could indeed be herd through the hearing as she yelled, "And get me some fresh kill too! Some good stuff not some crap!" Rippedheart scurried out through the exit of IvoryClan camp. His tail was close to being in between his legs as he ran. Carmeltail's ginger tail flicked in annoyance as she made her way through the camp towards the elder's den. All she wanted was sleep. She hadn't gotten much of it, every cat in camp seemed to be content upon annoying her on this fine sunny day. In her mind, kits were useless, apprentices were annoying, and warriors were lazy. Her skinny, muscular body stopped as she saw Jaywing sitting up looking sorry for herself. Jaywing was a pitiful excuse for a Clan cat. She was fat, uncoordinated, and stupid. She'd retired early for StarClan's sake. Carmeltail looked at her, her face filled with disgust. Her son's voice entered the back of her brain, "Mommy, can you at least be nicer? I mean, to other cats. I know you thin-- I know that they're not as good as you and all... but do you think you can try to be social?" She sighed, how could she be social? Todays cats were nothing like her generation. They were all lazy and annoying. With no threats, apprentices didn't bother to learn fighting techniques. With no food shortages, warriors killed more then the Clan could handle. Too much fresh kill. She looked back at Jaywing, attempting to smile. "Hello Jaywing, how are you?" she asked, attempting to be polite.

ooc;// Laur Carmeltail is just mean, you know I don't mean this (:

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Jaywing's depression stayed, but the elder's boredom evaporated as she watched the skinny and nasty old elder boss Rippedheart around. The morbidly obese cat did not know Rippedheart well, but she was definitely on his side for this one. Carmeltail really was probably the meanest cat in all of IvoryClan. Jaywing suddenly felt slightly better. Well, a'leas' cats like me! Tha' nasty ball 'uh fur cert'nly has half thu clan 'gaist her!

[/i] Jaywing's outlook was slightly brighter, and she was just about to struggle over to the fresh kill pile and have a rather large mid-morning snack when the harsh, biting voice broke through the large cats thoughts. Jaywing automatically attempted to jump backwards out of harm's way. Being grotesquely fat, however, all the elder managed was a pathetic sort of jiggle that wobbled her flab comically. It was only then that Carmeltail's words actually sank in. Had she just said something...normal? Deeply and overly cautious, Jaywing mewed tentatively back, "Oh, no' too ba' uh'guess.[/b] Jaywing's deep unhappiness colored her tone as she spoke, as well as her well-justified fear of the other she-cat. Her bred in politeness also kicked in, and Jaywing hurriedly added, "Oh, an' you? How's life ben treat'n ya, C'rmeltayel?" Jaywing nearly winced inwardly at speaking the vicious elder's name. Honestly, she'd never even spoken to Carmeltail, but the rumors hadn't been kind. Apparently the skinny old elder was very claw-happy. She'd claw your ears and tail off as soon as look at you. Jaywing shivered at the mere idea of violence. It made the kindly old elder sick. And now...civilized conversation. Ah w'nder wuh n'fortuneh cat forced 'er intuh this?[/i] Jaywing though in amusement as she tensely waited to see if the elder would attack her or actually reply in a civilized manner. Jaywing was betting on the first and, for the first time in her life, regretted being so big that moving an inch was the equivalent to any other cat sprinting a mile. Fear was starting to churn in the pit of Jaywing's stomach, wondering just how violent the cranky elder would get in full view of others. [/blockquote][/size]

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Carmeltail sighed in disgust at Jaywing's accent. It was obnoxious. Where did this horrible excuse for a cat learn to speak in such a disgusting way? It repulsed her. "I'm fine. I guess, besides the fact that my son is trying to tell me how to live my life," she meowed. This is enough right? Now I can go find Rippedheart and prove to him that I he was wrong. I mean, I'm talking to this stupid cat here and-- she stopped as she noticed Jaywing just tense up all of a sudden. "Whats wrong with you?" she meowed, the sighed realizing she'd made more conversation. The sooner she could get out of this the better.

ooc;// Short post, sorry XD. And I was thinking, what if they became like, secret friends?