Camp rp central clearing and warriors den.

[SkyPelt]

Skypelt walked calmly out of the warriors den eyes taking in the camp. Once it was a great center of activity, now it's full of sluggish repairs. He shook out his fur with a sad sigh and pasted on his smile. "Ashpaw come on lets clear out some of the brush." He fllicked his plumy tail waiting for an answer. His leg was hurting.

[Adderpaw]

does it feel like a head to lean on?

The silence was tangible, and he could feel the lethargic-ness that seemed to be seeping from Thunderclan. He could almost taste it with his useless tongue that formed no words. It tasted like despair and war. It tasted red and metallic. It was much like blood in that sense.

The boy's mind would wander for a moment, falling out of such a morbid mindset only to land on the idea of Where's Venompaw? He hadn't seen her all day today, and being unable to communicate with anyone was beginning to get to him. The mute was rarely this mute. There was always his sibling there to communicate with him, or to allow him the ability to talk to others. He felt almost incomplete without her. Oh well...Maybe she's out training. Where was his mentor, for that mentor? He needed to catch up to Venompaw! He refused to fall behind!

The sound of a warrior caught the boy's attention and bi-colored eyes would instantly settle onto the form of the lame warrior, Skypelt. He'd nod to the warrior, a universal constant. At least he could answer yes and no questions without his sister, right? Otherwise such frustration would fill the apprentice. Get over it. You're an apprentice now! You've got to control yourself better! The boy would give an exasperated sigh before padding over to Skypelt.

Soon, he'd move over towards a pile of brush and beginning taking to shove as much of it into his mouth at one time as he possibly could, after all, it wasn't like he could talk, even if he wasn't gagged with plant-life. Head was down, shoulders slightly sagged, and tail dropping on the flame point. Why did he get stuck with the menial labor while his sister got to be out training. Whatever! They know that I'm better anyhow. Yeah! They just want to give her a chance to catch up! Someone was bitter.

a snapshot from where you were born?

name adder
tagged skypelt
muse 5/10
word count 334
song witchcraft by pendulum
comments not my best post. ^^;

[SkyPelt]

Skypelt just shook his head eyes sad. He limped up beside adderpaw and grabbed a mouthful. The sharp thorns pricked his younger leaving a thick metallic taste. He could see the frustration in the young ones shoulders, but he had no idea how to make it better. With a wherry sigh he touched adderpaw's shoulder, and continued onto the entrenched dropping off the load before turning back for more.

[Adderpaw]

does it feel like a head to lean on?

Adderpaw went about his work silently, as he went about everything. It wasn't worth motioning to someone who would just stare at him funny anyhow. Besides, what would he say to a warrior he barely knew? How's your leg? He's just get strange looks. He already got enough of those. No need to add more to his hoard of 'em. Maybe one day he could sell them. Awkward stares, a mouse-tail a piece. He could make a fortune.

Adder ignored the spikes that pricked the inside of his mouth, cutting his tongue and lips, and instead devoted his time and energy to moving the dead foliage to where it was supposed to be. If he couldn't be out training, he'd simply do the best he could with what he could do. He would be simply the best there was. He didn't need to talk to do that. He'd prove that he could be better than the other cats! Such ambitious thoughts for such a young cat.

Adder'd pull back from the touch that broke him out of his thoughts, only to stare for a moment, questioning, and then accepting it. It wasn't violent. Skypelt was just trying to be nice, besides, it was always pleasant to know someone cared, or at least was willing to pretend to, even if you couldn't hold a real conversation with them. He'd follow after the lame tom, dropping his huge mouthful off as well, before heading back for more brush.

a snapshot from where you were born?

name adderpaw
tagged skypelt
muse 3/10
word count 257
song witchcraft by pendulum
comments sorry, not my most exciting post.

[SkyPelt]

(That's fine CD better then mine)

Skypelt rolled his eyes up to the rolling clouds that had started forming as they worked." I hope your ready to get drenched young one. Looks like we're in for a doosy." His voice was gruff and almost cracking at the end of that sentence. It had been a long time since he said so much, and to a mute cat at that. His whiskers twitched at the thought. Shaking his head and nodding to adderpaw he reached down for another mouthful.

[Adderpaw]

does it feel like a head to lean on?

The wind blew, carrying the scent everywhere, and sending the smell of Thunderclan all over the camp. It wasn't like it was any different than usual though. It always was like this. It always smelled earthy, like the forest, like leaves, like grass, like home. Even if he was the quietest about it, and he couldn't even give his opinion. It was home.

The older warrior spoke of rain, and he almost wanted to laugh. He wasn't going to melt. Instead, he'd merely nod. It wasn't as though he could explain that he enjoyed the cold drops. It'd be nice, that they cooled the forest, that they would send a temporary chill over the heat that had covered the mountain. He didn't mind.

The small, white cat would pad over to the pile of bramble and carry it to where it belonged. He'd once again stuff as much as he possibly could into his mouth, determined to finish this job as quickly as possible. Maybe then he could do something more useful.

a snapshot from where you were born?

name adderpaw
tagged skypelt
muse 2/10
word count 172
song witchcraft by pendulum
comments They're shrinking! D:

[SkyPelt]

Skypelt took a finishing mouthful to the entrenched and smiled as the fresh wind blew again. He streachedd out his good leg gripping the ground. "So adderpaw want to go for a hunt". He was itching to leave the camp and its oppressive attmoshere.

[Adderpaw]

does it feel like a head to lean on?

It seemed as though the cat he had been helping had finished carrying the plant corpses over to the pile at the camp's entrance, as when Adder had returned to where they had been collecting the stuff from, there was none left. Soon, the lame tom would return, and Adderpaw would just stare at him, almost blankly, with those strange, bi-colored eyes of his.

Well sure, a few cats had them, but that wasn't the strange part about his eyes. They were bright, pretty bright, and held a lot of contrast. They also had that funny habit of seeming to see right through you. Adder had become the master of disconcerting other's with his eerie silence and those awkward stare's of his. It was skill, one in which he had mastered. It was the skill of making everyone else uncomfortable.

The offer of going hunting would sit in Adder's mind for a moment, and he'd consider it. Well, of course he wanted to go hunting, but he couldn't really. No one had ever taught him how! And could a lame cat truly hunt? They'd both just embarrass themselves and scare off all of the prey in Thunderclan's territory. Someone was quite cynical. Adder personally thought of himself as a realist. He'd shake his head, No. If they were going to work on repairs, they may as well finish, rather than just carry about useless, spiny plants that bit at the inside of your mouth. You know, something useful.

a snapshot from where you were born?

name adderpaw
tagged skypelt
muse 3/10
word count 249
song witchcraft by pendulum
comments not my best post. ^^;

[SkyPelt]

Skypelt shrugged seeing adderpaws strong reaction. He sighed knowing that adderpaw only acted so strongly because he couldn't talk, but then again no one in this camp knew about snowshadow and her deafness. He wincer remembering. "Alright Adderpaw, shall we weave stuff back in, or work on more Clem up?" He pointed to the choices unconsciously falling back on his old habitat o
f talking more with body language then speach.

[Adderpaw]

does it feel like a head to lean on?

Adder would continue his blank, soulless stare, eyes unblinking for a while, as cats tended to do when staring at something directly. He knew he shouldn't be acting like this to a warrior, after all, it wasn't his fault that Adderpaw couldn't be out training, and hadn't even gone on a single lesson yet, besides, helping out around camp was useful, and helped keep the clan safe. Didn't make the young tom any less bitter. He was too young to understand, and too naive to realize he was doing just as much for the clan as hunting would, like his sister was. Maybe it was just the fact that his mentor hadn't even bothered to fetch him that was so aggravating. Oh well, wasn't worth crying over. His mentor would get him whenever the hell his mentor felt like it.

A question was given to him, and he'd think about it a while. He could choose between re-weaving the walls around the camp, or he could choose to continue shoving prickly plants in his mouth. Reinforcing the walls quickly won. He'd motion towards the group of cats that were working on the camp's walls, and then begin padding over towards them. Hey, at least that helped keep enemies out, right? And maybe he could listen to what the other cats were saying, see what gossip he could pick up on. Seemed like the next best thing to communicating with someone at this point, seeing as Venompaw was busy doing something.

a snapshot from where you were born?

name adderpaw
tagged skypelt
muse 3/10
word count 251
song witchcraft by pendulum
comments

[SkyPelt]

Skypelt smiled he liked spending time with the spunky apprentice. There was so much you could say without saying a thing. When adderpaw got older things would be simpular on him. With a learching hop and a sudden gasp of pain he started walking curseing at the ground for getting tangled around phosphate bad leg. He glared hotly at the others giving him a simpathetic glance. Oh if they had met him in battle before he left shadowclan, they wouldn't look at him with such pitty.