wake up dreaming [skitt]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/foxpaw2.png] Foxpaw opened his eyes slowly, blinking quickly and squinting at the sun that spilled through the cracks of the apprentice den. Grunting, he forced himself to stand up, stepping over different bodies as he mumbled sorry's to anyone he stepped on. Not that he really cared about who he stepped on, and he certainly wasn't careful while he walked through. He was more for just tramping to the entrance. But he figured it was a nice gesture to apologize, even though he really didn't mean it and would more then likely do it the next morning. Shaking out his coat once he was in the clearing, he stretched out his limbs, kneading his claws into the dirt before he pulled himself back up and sat down. He looked around the camp, assessing who was up and who was still asleep, and of course checking to make sure his mentor wasn't in sight. He really didn't want to have to work just yet. Finally pulling himself up from his sit, he made his way to the fresh kill pile cautiously, looking around quickly. Technically he should go out and hunt, or at least feed the elders first, but he was hungry. Yeah, he was sure a lot of cats would be disappointed him for this. But he figured as long as Flamefeather didn't get after him for it, it didn't matter what everyone else thought. He picked up a small bird from the pile and trotted back to the apprentice den quickly, laying down beside it, mostly hidden. Flicking his tail, he began to pluck the feathers off the bird, spitting them out beside him. He grumbled when one feather clung to his tongue, desperately trying to get it off by rubbing his tongue against the rough of his mouth. Growling to himself, he stuck out his tongue and narrowed his eyes, crossing them to try and figure out where the feather was located. That didn't work so well. Shaking his head as his eyes began to hurt, he bent his head down and ran his tongue over his paw, huffing in satisfaction when the feather came off. He quickly lifted his head up, peaking to look around the clearing before he returned to plucking the bird. This is what he hated about birds. The plucking of their stupid feathers. He would be perfectly content if there was a featherless bird. They were ugly creatures either way. Sighing when he was done, he pushed the feathers away from him with his paw and sank his teeth into the flesh, tearing off a chuck. Purring happily as he chewed, he peaked his head out from his hiding spot one more time before twitching his ears. notes; reserved for skitt with honeypaw <3

[xSKITT!]

so tell me darling,
do you wish we'd fall in love?

Opening brown eyes, a tiny mew escaped her. She blinked, slowly stretching out her back and shaking out her fur. Honeypaw scanned the apprentice's den, noting who was missing. Foxpaw was, of course, already gone. He was always gone whenever she wanted to see him. Sighing heavily, she shook out her fur one last time before bouncing over the sleeping bodies. She narrowly avoided stepping on someone's tail, silently scolding herself for her foolishness. Exiting the apprentice's den, she stepped out into the sun and stretched once more. Honeypaw lifted her face to the sky for a moment before looking around the camp. Not many cats were up at this hour, normally she wasn't either. She didn't know why she felt the urge to be up and about but she wasn't tired in the least bit. Maybe she should sneak a bite of mouse before bed more often. She sniffled the air, catching the usual scent of bird in the air. Confused, she mewed faintly and looked around. Many cats didn't eat this early, they were suppose to hunt for the others before they could eat.

Honeypaw followed the scent to the otherside of the apprentice den, flicking her ears. "I should of known it was you," She giggled faintly from behind him. She'd leap on his tail like a kit, kneading it softly before leaping away from him. Twitching her ears, she'd sniff the bird again, hungry. "We're not suppose to eat until the elders do," She whispered and batted at a stray feather. When she finally pounced on it and tore it apart, Honey let the pieces flutter away before turning her attention back to Foxpaw. "What do you plan to do today Foxpaw? I sort of need a hunting partner," She mewed softly, embarrassedly staring at her paws. She yawned once more, laying down on the ground behind him and setting her head down on the pile of feathers he had made. Honey watched a bug crawl by, batting at it with her paw. Her ears twitched when it fluttered its wings and escaped her grasp, huffing slightly before looking at Foxpaw again. "So, how's Flamefeather?" She asked awkwardly in a desperate attempt to make conversation with him.

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/foxpaw2.png] Foxpaw jumped, his fur bristling when he heard Honeypaw's voice. "Mouse-brain." He muttered to himself as he relaxed his heart rate. "I thought you were Flamefeather or something." He huffed playfully, attempting to move him tail when she pounced on it. "I need that you know." He teased and took another chunk of the bird, chewing it slowly as he flicked his tail. He watched her from the corner of his eye, shrugging his shoulders lazily. "Oh come on, the elders won't be awake to at least sun high, I can feed them then." He muttered softly and took yet another bite, pushing the bird to her to silently offer her a bite. Looking up at her, he tilted his head much like a dog to see whether she would take a bite or not. But she seemed occupied by the feather she was playing. He laughed softly and took another chunk. He shrugged again when he asked her what he was going to do. "I don't know, I was debating hiding away until Flamefeather came and dragged me out by the tail," He purred teasingly, flicking his ear. "I can go hunting with you." He added, taking the last of the meat off the bird. Standing up, he dug a hole and buried the bones of the bird, finally sitting down and looking at her as he ran his tongue over his muzzle. "I don't know. Peachy I suppose." He laughed and shook out his coat. "Come on then, off to hunt we go." He purred and looked around the clearing before slipping out of the entrance and into the forest. Glancing around, he lashed his tail back and forth, twitching his whiskers as he took in the scents around him. More then anything he wanted to make sure there wasn't a patrol that was coming back to camp. He hadn't been instructed by his mentor -or anyone for that matter- to go hunting, and he figured he and Honeypaw could get in a bit of trouble for wandering off, even if it was just for hunting for the clan. Flopping down in the dirt, he looked up at the sky, watching the rain clouds roll around. He loved rain, but never had liked the fact that it scared away prey. It also meant that leaf-bare wasn't far off. Shuddering, he turned to look at Honeypaw then. "Well, what were you wanting to hunt today?" He asked, swiveling his ears around to pick up any sounds of animals storing food for leaf-bare. But all he mostly heard was the river not far off. He knew that if nothing else, they could probably find a few water voles there, or even attempt to catch a fish or two. Glancing back at Honeypaw, he stood up and batted at her ear gently.

[xSKITT!]

so tell me darling,
do you wish we'd fall in love?

Honeypaw's eyes shined when she noticed she startled him. She mewed out a giggle and ducked her head. Honey shook her head to and fro when Fox said he needed his tail. "I don't think so, I think you could hobble around perfectly fine without it," She giggled and blushed deeper. Honeypaw looked down and pawed the ground softly when he spoke again. "But Foxpaw..." She trailed off, telling herself to shut up before she annoyed him. She didn't need to nag him, he knew the warrior code just as well as she did. She shook her head slightly to shove her thoughts away, looking up at him when he offered the bird to her. She took a small bite, not wanting to look foolish in front of him. Then she realized that she had already made a fool of herself by chasing a feather, blushing a deadly shade of red, Honeypaw slouched down ready for the ground to open up and eat her alive. --