Post by The.Angry.Squall on Jul 20, 2007 19:36:29 GMT -5
Name:
Longstride
Age:
39 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Position:
Warrior
Clan:
DawnClan
Pictures:
xx Longstride [1]
xx Longstride [2]
Appearance:
Longstride is perhaps one of the strangest of cats to ever grace DawnClan's territory. After all, DawnClan cats are prized and honored for their grand size and strength and hunting capacity -- which more or less equals a cat of great muscle and mass to be effective within a harsh sandy setting.
Longstride, however, is a far cry from the quintissencial DawnClan cat. In fact, she's a far cry from any of the nearby Clans -- because she is such an odd and unique sight to behold, that - in fact - seems to frighten other cats.
For some reason or other, Longstride is an extremely thin cat, almost to the point that she looks emaciated or half-starved. However -- this is far from Longstride's actual health and -- other than the bone-thin appearance she is quite healthy and active, the she-cat herself composed of very lean muscle and sinew rather than packing the bulk that many of his Clanmates possess.
Perhaps what also seems to enhance the 'starved' appearance are her sharp features -- she has a wedge shaped head coupled with a pointed nose. And, true to her name, she is also a long-legged cat paired with an elongated body -- hinting at perhaps some DayClan ancestry since she is quite adept at running with these advantages. She almost has a streamlined appearance thanks to how long and lean she is -- which is, for the most part true, since Longstride is perhaps one of the fastest runners of her Clan.
As for her pelt -- it is quite short and clings to his body well, accenting her sharp features quite nicely. Not to mention, it is an interesting pelt comprised of white fur that is splashed with black -- forming patches and patterns across the white base color. Her eyes are the defining feature for this warriors: almond-shaped pools of bright amber.
Now, while it may seem disadvantagous for such a short-furred cat to be prowling about DawnClan's harsh-sandy shore, she has grown used to it and, perhaps even embraces her shorter pelt during the warmer Leaf-green months when the air can grow quite hot and dry. And, another interesting feature about this cat is that her skin is quite loose and - time and time again the emaciated-looking she-cat has proven that whenever a Clanmate has grabbed her rough in a scuffle; they meet with a layer of skin which can be pulled and tugged on which shows how loose it is.
Of course, this is quite a distraction, and - for better or for worse - it seems to disturb other cats which Longstride takes advantage of -- as much as it appalls her to do so.
Personality:
Longstride is definitely one of the strangest of cats to grace DawnClan's territory -- at least in appearance. In fact, Longstride is truly a respectable warrior and with good reason. Loyal, patient, and wise -- Longstride may lack the ferocious tendencies of her Clanmates but she has proven that she is of use and worthwhile for the Clan to survive.
Longstride has proved her loyalty to the Clan time and time again throughout her history. She constantly patrols the perimeter of Clan territory, and makes it a point to mark each scent-barrier dutifully and has - on more than one occasion - driven out intruders alongside her other Clanmates. However, it is not only loyal actions of a cat that prove that they are necessarily expressing devotion. Longstride has taken 'loyalty' to its limits -- always on-call if any Clan member, whether it be her leader to the tiniest of kits in the nursery, needs her assistance. Longstride has never made a fuss when asked these requests -- and, really, she is quite happy to be of service to her Clanmates -- which strengthens her loyalty and her bond to her Clan.
Longstride is also one of the most patient cats of her Clan. Perhaps it's because of her age but, for whatever reason, Longstride is always calm and giving -- able to sit still and listen whenever another cat needs counsel. Although, she isn't the type of cat to babysit kits (Too energetic for Longstride to keep track of at times) -- she does have a higher apptitude to deal with and get along with most types of cat ranging from the most annoying, to the most emotionally distraught, to the most stereotypical "bleeding-heart".
Perhaps, this is what has attributed to her "wise" characteristic; her patience has enabled her to simply sit and listen to a number of cats which has -- for better or for worse -- presented Longstride with enough information for her to draw on upon and use in every day life. Now, she is a relatively young cat of at least three years, but -- even still -- she feels that she has gained a wisdom that reaches beyond her seasons just from the simple action of taking the time to listen and learn from the cats around her.
Of course, no cat is without her faults - and Longstride is no exception. She is terribly self-conscious and is, in fact, quite appalled by her own appearance. She seems to avoid water at any cost lest she look at her reflection and often does her best to ignore the looks that are sent her way whenever she pads along at Gatherings. After all, she's such an oddity -- everyone can't help but look and, although there may not be any real malice in these stares, she shrinks back and grows quite upset and distracted whenever she is stared at.
History:
[E]arly Life[/u]
Longstride is one of the many proud cats to have a scandelous back-story -- a history that devles into the problems and conspiracies of many she-cats and a few mangey rogue tom-cats. For you see, seasons ago there was a case of assault, harrassment and -- in some severe cases -- rape which stained she-cats from all over the known Clan territories, ranging from Dawn to Dusk and Night to Day.
Of course, this sent great and mighty leaders such as Squallstar and Wolfstar yowling for vengence and although though were raids upon young she-cats and counter-raids upon the vermin that dare violate the clans that they were exiled from -- there was no way to reverse the damages. What was done was done and it was, more or less, a pyschological problem that many of the she-cats who were subjected to such abuse faced and who were shamed for the rest of their lives and yet --
-- There were those who simply picked themselves up and continued on despite such horrific crimes. One of these few she-cats included Gullwing of DawnClan. She was an impressive warrior, large and hairy with the thick blood of DawnClan coursing through her veins -- it was hard to imagine that such a brute was hurt in any way. But, she simply grinned and bore it -- often times joking of how she had been able to "gauge that mouse-brained pile of dung" across the face even as he forced himself upon her...
And yet -- there were some who wondered why did such a warrior as strong as Gullwing allow this to happen?
Theories and rumors spread about the large brute but, of course, she said nothing and -- sooner or later when it was found that she was pregnant -- the rumors flew faster on winged-paws. Was it perhaps that rugged tom that was tossed out from NightClan? Or was it that sly schemer that DayClan threw out into the woods? It must have been a secret lover who came under the guise of a raider -- it must have!
But, Gullwing kept quiet and -- soon enough -- she bore her one and only kit, Longkit who looked nothing like any of the cats to ever grace DawnClan -- or any Clan for that matter and so the rumors were silenced. Of course, that wouldn't stop the looks of disdain, disgust even whenever Longkit prowled about the Nursery with her long legs and her wide eyes and her skinny, slim body. She looked like a living corpse -- and, at the time, many cats tried to avoid her --
But it was Gullwing, sweet Gullwing who stood by her daughter and reared her up nicely. Now, while the kits who would have been her playmates shunned her, Gullwing made it a point to introduce Longkit to the Elders -- and it was the Elders who Longkit grew up around and listened to intently -- soaking up the stories of glory and the lore of DawnClan, which molded and shaped her...
She was going to be a warrior - a proud, fierce warrior for DawnClan, whether the other cats liked her or not
And it was thus and soon enough Longkit was named Longpaw and was given to perhaps one of the best mentors available -- a crotchety, old -- and somewhat slim and long-legged senior warrior by the name of Beebiter.
Longpaw's patience was tried under Beebiter -- who always had some sort of criticsm and something awful to say to Longpaw whenever she got the chance. However, Beebiter was an amazing warrior for DawnClan -- prized for her speed -- and so they were the perfect match with Beebiter passing down all she knew about speed and how to use her smaller body to a great advantage. Although Longpaw did not befriend Beebiter (And, really, no one had the power to make friends with that old hag) -- she grew to respect the she-cat, at least from a distance and took from her more years of wisdom to add to her own arsenal that she had gained from her days in the Nursery listening to Elders.
Soon enough, Beebiter considered and came to the decision that Longstride was a suitable candidate for warrior and -- with that -- she was given the name Longstride for her great speed and long body and -- she sat patiently through her warrior vigil when the time came...
[W]arrior Life[/u]
Longstride had -- time and time again -- proven her worth to DawnClan the moment that she was named a warrior.
In a "playful" sparring-match between herself and some of the warriors her age she proved that the wierd looking cat had a few tricks up her sleeve, dancing and feinting and using her speed and small size to overtake a few of the challenges that were brought on her. Of course, she lacked the thick hide of the DawnCats and -- although many a times lunges and bites that were exchanged met with her loose skin -- she found that she could not deal as much damage upon her fellow warriors' thick hides.
But - not one to be discouraged - Longstride worked daily and, still does, continue to upkeep her training to gather strength to overcome her fellow clanmate's thick hides.
Of course -- she has found that while her tactics might not work on the thick-skinned and thick-furred cats of DawnClan, her attacks are well affective upon cats from other clans. In more than one scuffle on clan borders and between rogues or tresspassing loners -- Longstride has shown a ferocity and a strength to match her fellow warriors that, more or less, sends her enemies running from her fast claws.
One momentous battle put Longstride right in the face of a large, NightClan warrior and -- although it would seem that Longstride would suffer at his claws -- she managed to duck under the brute and attack quickly with her claws, only to dance away again. She was honored that evening when the events were related back at camp but -- Longstride did not boast of her ability and, to this day, does not think that what she has done was that important.
Of course -- while any cat would have melted and would have loved to be showered with praise -- there was something about the NightClan warrior that had, and continues to make Longstride think and wonder. After all -- that warrior had a startling resemblence to her and, although the other cats did not mention anything wrong, she knew there was something about him that almost made her think twice before she lashed out at his side...
[T]he Mysterious Loner [ZERO][/u]
There is also another glitch in Longstride's life that, more or less, has its own spot and category within her historical records. And that glitch goes by the name: Zero
Longstride isn't sure when she met this cat but -- for better or for worse -- Zero is a constant distraction, appearing and reappearing on Clan borders only to sit and stare at her. It was only the first encounter during a misty morning that she was able to have some sort of conversation with the cat -- who Longstride demanded to "Get off" of DawnClan territory.
Zero had not moved, then, and -- when Longstride lashed out at the Loner she found that they were well matched. Zero fought in a similar style to Longstride and -- blow for blow, dodge for dodge, Zero was almost a perfect mirror. So perfect -- not only in fighting ability but appearance -- the Loner had the same, long-legged body, although upon closer inspection, Longstride noted that this Zero was white, with brown -- and with duel-colored eyes but, nonetheless Zero was Longstride's perfect match.
This was perhaps the only time that Longstride's patience ran out. She was furious, frustrated -- she demanded to know who this cat was! And it was perhaps after Longstride caught this cat with one claw -- and this cat did the same that the loner she-cat-- because she had a distinctly feminine voice -- spoke up, one raspy meow.
"I am Zero."
Now, if Longstride wasn't with a patrol she would have considered herself a lunatic but, yes, there were other cats with her who witnessed the strange loner but -- never again did they mention or even realize her presence. But, Longstride is well aware of those eyes -- bright blue and gold -- that seem to watch her as she slinks along Clan-borders, but -- ever since that first scuffle -- she had only seen the she-cat in passing but has yet to actually talk to her again...
[C]urrent Life[/u]
Currently, Longstride is living quite happily. Yes, her thoughts sometimes are muddled with the strange NightClan cat and the strange loner but -- she has more important things to worry about, such as keeping her clan safe.
Other:
WOT, WOT?! WOT DO YOU MEAN?! SUSPICIOUS BIRTH?!?
OH NOES - DO I SMELL PLOT?!?! D:<
Wot, I got a plot - wot's that you say? It involves Owltalon and Kestrelclaw of NightClan of all things?!
And who is this Zero character that is strutting about?!
It's all suspicious, isn't it? :I
Oh yeah, and Beebiter is available if anyone wants to adopt a crotchety old senior warrior :U
IC:
D: DO I HAVE TO?!?! OTAY, FINE D:>
For one thing, Loudowl didn't know when to give up. For another thing, he was very much aware of how much he was annoying both cats -- which caused him to grin.
How quickly those that he kept in his usual company could lose their cool and become pompous poofs of annoyed-ness, scathing retorts, and the usual cool glare! It was quite intreaging, this strange metamorphises of a cat from something described as "cool, calm and collective" to something short of "if you don't shut up you are dead".
But - perhaps that was why Loudowl liked staying with cats such as these. They were just so much fun to annoy -- and it was just so much fun to watch their expressions change and shift in the matter of miliseconds!
"If only you two could see your faces," Loudowl grinned -- quite happily ignoring the retorts sent his way. The large WindClan warrior let his tail twitch and flick behind him and, deciding that "ladies first" was best protocol - he addressed Chainstrike. He gave her a low flourish - dipping his head and extending his forepaws in a facimile of a bow before he stood back up and onto his feet.
"Oh come on, Chainy-mumsy-dearest - it's not that hot!" the tom crooned, golden eyes alight with his unmasked amusement. Any cat would have cowered in regal Chainstrike's subtle rage, but then again Loudowl wasn't any cat.
... He was a catnip addict, Don Juan incarnate in a cat, and a fool - but that was besides the point.
Anyway, he approached his old mentor quite mannerly - and he would have kissed the ground at her feet if he wanted but, really, she was his 'mumsy-dearest' ever since 'old-mumsy' passed on so... He wouldn't necessarily suck up, but he decided that throwing one of his not-so-flattering compliments her way (Which was a common uccurance, really) wouldn't be so bad.
"Besides - I think the sticky-air makes you look smaller, you know?" he purred. And, lest he fall to her wrath (Which was going to happen whether he chose to "run" or not) the tom took a step back and quite happily towards the black and white Trickstump.
He then shot the other tom another one of his lopsided grins before he rolled his broad shoulders in a shrug and meowed casually golden eyes landing on the tom that was noe beside him, "Chaineh-mumsy-dearest isn't in the best of moods right now, that nose-kiss can take a raindate."
Children should not play with blades, nor should they play with starving rabid felines.[/i]
Longstride
Age:
39 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Position:
Warrior
Clan:
DawnClan
Pictures:
xx Longstride [1]
xx Longstride [2]
Appearance:
Longstride is perhaps one of the strangest of cats to ever grace DawnClan's territory. After all, DawnClan cats are prized and honored for their grand size and strength and hunting capacity -- which more or less equals a cat of great muscle and mass to be effective within a harsh sandy setting.
Longstride, however, is a far cry from the quintissencial DawnClan cat. In fact, she's a far cry from any of the nearby Clans -- because she is such an odd and unique sight to behold, that - in fact - seems to frighten other cats.
For some reason or other, Longstride is an extremely thin cat, almost to the point that she looks emaciated or half-starved. However -- this is far from Longstride's actual health and -- other than the bone-thin appearance she is quite healthy and active, the she-cat herself composed of very lean muscle and sinew rather than packing the bulk that many of his Clanmates possess.
Perhaps what also seems to enhance the 'starved' appearance are her sharp features -- she has a wedge shaped head coupled with a pointed nose. And, true to her name, she is also a long-legged cat paired with an elongated body -- hinting at perhaps some DayClan ancestry since she is quite adept at running with these advantages. She almost has a streamlined appearance thanks to how long and lean she is -- which is, for the most part true, since Longstride is perhaps one of the fastest runners of her Clan.
As for her pelt -- it is quite short and clings to his body well, accenting her sharp features quite nicely. Not to mention, it is an interesting pelt comprised of white fur that is splashed with black -- forming patches and patterns across the white base color. Her eyes are the defining feature for this warriors: almond-shaped pools of bright amber.
Now, while it may seem disadvantagous for such a short-furred cat to be prowling about DawnClan's harsh-sandy shore, she has grown used to it and, perhaps even embraces her shorter pelt during the warmer Leaf-green months when the air can grow quite hot and dry. And, another interesting feature about this cat is that her skin is quite loose and - time and time again the emaciated-looking she-cat has proven that whenever a Clanmate has grabbed her rough in a scuffle; they meet with a layer of skin which can be pulled and tugged on which shows how loose it is.
Of course, this is quite a distraction, and - for better or for worse - it seems to disturb other cats which Longstride takes advantage of -- as much as it appalls her to do so.
Personality:
Longstride is definitely one of the strangest of cats to grace DawnClan's territory -- at least in appearance. In fact, Longstride is truly a respectable warrior and with good reason. Loyal, patient, and wise -- Longstride may lack the ferocious tendencies of her Clanmates but she has proven that she is of use and worthwhile for the Clan to survive.
Longstride has proved her loyalty to the Clan time and time again throughout her history. She constantly patrols the perimeter of Clan territory, and makes it a point to mark each scent-barrier dutifully and has - on more than one occasion - driven out intruders alongside her other Clanmates. However, it is not only loyal actions of a cat that prove that they are necessarily expressing devotion. Longstride has taken 'loyalty' to its limits -- always on-call if any Clan member, whether it be her leader to the tiniest of kits in the nursery, needs her assistance. Longstride has never made a fuss when asked these requests -- and, really, she is quite happy to be of service to her Clanmates -- which strengthens her loyalty and her bond to her Clan.
Longstride is also one of the most patient cats of her Clan. Perhaps it's because of her age but, for whatever reason, Longstride is always calm and giving -- able to sit still and listen whenever another cat needs counsel. Although, she isn't the type of cat to babysit kits (Too energetic for Longstride to keep track of at times) -- she does have a higher apptitude to deal with and get along with most types of cat ranging from the most annoying, to the most emotionally distraught, to the most stereotypical "bleeding-heart".
Perhaps, this is what has attributed to her "wise" characteristic; her patience has enabled her to simply sit and listen to a number of cats which has -- for better or for worse -- presented Longstride with enough information for her to draw on upon and use in every day life. Now, she is a relatively young cat of at least three years, but -- even still -- she feels that she has gained a wisdom that reaches beyond her seasons just from the simple action of taking the time to listen and learn from the cats around her.
Of course, no cat is without her faults - and Longstride is no exception. She is terribly self-conscious and is, in fact, quite appalled by her own appearance. She seems to avoid water at any cost lest she look at her reflection and often does her best to ignore the looks that are sent her way whenever she pads along at Gatherings. After all, she's such an oddity -- everyone can't help but look and, although there may not be any real malice in these stares, she shrinks back and grows quite upset and distracted whenever she is stared at.
History:
[E]arly Life[/u]
Longstride is one of the many proud cats to have a scandelous back-story -- a history that devles into the problems and conspiracies of many she-cats and a few mangey rogue tom-cats. For you see, seasons ago there was a case of assault, harrassment and -- in some severe cases -- rape which stained she-cats from all over the known Clan territories, ranging from Dawn to Dusk and Night to Day.
Of course, this sent great and mighty leaders such as Squallstar and Wolfstar yowling for vengence and although though were raids upon young she-cats and counter-raids upon the vermin that dare violate the clans that they were exiled from -- there was no way to reverse the damages. What was done was done and it was, more or less, a pyschological problem that many of the she-cats who were subjected to such abuse faced and who were shamed for the rest of their lives and yet --
-- There were those who simply picked themselves up and continued on despite such horrific crimes. One of these few she-cats included Gullwing of DawnClan. She was an impressive warrior, large and hairy with the thick blood of DawnClan coursing through her veins -- it was hard to imagine that such a brute was hurt in any way. But, she simply grinned and bore it -- often times joking of how she had been able to "gauge that mouse-brained pile of dung" across the face even as he forced himself upon her...
And yet -- there were some who wondered why did such a warrior as strong as Gullwing allow this to happen?
Theories and rumors spread about the large brute but, of course, she said nothing and -- sooner or later when it was found that she was pregnant -- the rumors flew faster on winged-paws. Was it perhaps that rugged tom that was tossed out from NightClan? Or was it that sly schemer that DayClan threw out into the woods? It must have been a secret lover who came under the guise of a raider -- it must have!
But, Gullwing kept quiet and -- soon enough -- she bore her one and only kit, Longkit who looked nothing like any of the cats to ever grace DawnClan -- or any Clan for that matter and so the rumors were silenced. Of course, that wouldn't stop the looks of disdain, disgust even whenever Longkit prowled about the Nursery with her long legs and her wide eyes and her skinny, slim body. She looked like a living corpse -- and, at the time, many cats tried to avoid her --
But it was Gullwing, sweet Gullwing who stood by her daughter and reared her up nicely. Now, while the kits who would have been her playmates shunned her, Gullwing made it a point to introduce Longkit to the Elders -- and it was the Elders who Longkit grew up around and listened to intently -- soaking up the stories of glory and the lore of DawnClan, which molded and shaped her...
She was going to be a warrior - a proud, fierce warrior for DawnClan, whether the other cats liked her or not
And it was thus and soon enough Longkit was named Longpaw and was given to perhaps one of the best mentors available -- a crotchety, old -- and somewhat slim and long-legged senior warrior by the name of Beebiter.
Longpaw's patience was tried under Beebiter -- who always had some sort of criticsm and something awful to say to Longpaw whenever she got the chance. However, Beebiter was an amazing warrior for DawnClan -- prized for her speed -- and so they were the perfect match with Beebiter passing down all she knew about speed and how to use her smaller body to a great advantage. Although Longpaw did not befriend Beebiter (And, really, no one had the power to make friends with that old hag) -- she grew to respect the she-cat, at least from a distance and took from her more years of wisdom to add to her own arsenal that she had gained from her days in the Nursery listening to Elders.
Soon enough, Beebiter considered and came to the decision that Longstride was a suitable candidate for warrior and -- with that -- she was given the name Longstride for her great speed and long body and -- she sat patiently through her warrior vigil when the time came...
[W]arrior Life[/u]
Longstride had -- time and time again -- proven her worth to DawnClan the moment that she was named a warrior.
In a "playful" sparring-match between herself and some of the warriors her age she proved that the wierd looking cat had a few tricks up her sleeve, dancing and feinting and using her speed and small size to overtake a few of the challenges that were brought on her. Of course, she lacked the thick hide of the DawnCats and -- although many a times lunges and bites that were exchanged met with her loose skin -- she found that she could not deal as much damage upon her fellow warriors' thick hides.
But - not one to be discouraged - Longstride worked daily and, still does, continue to upkeep her training to gather strength to overcome her fellow clanmate's thick hides.
Of course -- she has found that while her tactics might not work on the thick-skinned and thick-furred cats of DawnClan, her attacks are well affective upon cats from other clans. In more than one scuffle on clan borders and between rogues or tresspassing loners -- Longstride has shown a ferocity and a strength to match her fellow warriors that, more or less, sends her enemies running from her fast claws.
One momentous battle put Longstride right in the face of a large, NightClan warrior and -- although it would seem that Longstride would suffer at his claws -- she managed to duck under the brute and attack quickly with her claws, only to dance away again. She was honored that evening when the events were related back at camp but -- Longstride did not boast of her ability and, to this day, does not think that what she has done was that important.
Of course -- while any cat would have melted and would have loved to be showered with praise -- there was something about the NightClan warrior that had, and continues to make Longstride think and wonder. After all -- that warrior had a startling resemblence to her and, although the other cats did not mention anything wrong, she knew there was something about him that almost made her think twice before she lashed out at his side...
[T]he Mysterious Loner [ZERO][/u]
There is also another glitch in Longstride's life that, more or less, has its own spot and category within her historical records. And that glitch goes by the name: Zero
Longstride isn't sure when she met this cat but -- for better or for worse -- Zero is a constant distraction, appearing and reappearing on Clan borders only to sit and stare at her. It was only the first encounter during a misty morning that she was able to have some sort of conversation with the cat -- who Longstride demanded to "Get off" of DawnClan territory.
Zero had not moved, then, and -- when Longstride lashed out at the Loner she found that they were well matched. Zero fought in a similar style to Longstride and -- blow for blow, dodge for dodge, Zero was almost a perfect mirror. So perfect -- not only in fighting ability but appearance -- the Loner had the same, long-legged body, although upon closer inspection, Longstride noted that this Zero was white, with brown -- and with duel-colored eyes but, nonetheless Zero was Longstride's perfect match.
This was perhaps the only time that Longstride's patience ran out. She was furious, frustrated -- she demanded to know who this cat was! And it was perhaps after Longstride caught this cat with one claw -- and this cat did the same that the loner she-cat-- because she had a distinctly feminine voice -- spoke up, one raspy meow.
"I am Zero."
Now, if Longstride wasn't with a patrol she would have considered herself a lunatic but, yes, there were other cats with her who witnessed the strange loner but -- never again did they mention or even realize her presence. But, Longstride is well aware of those eyes -- bright blue and gold -- that seem to watch her as she slinks along Clan-borders, but -- ever since that first scuffle -- she had only seen the she-cat in passing but has yet to actually talk to her again...
[C]urrent Life[/u]
Currently, Longstride is living quite happily. Yes, her thoughts sometimes are muddled with the strange NightClan cat and the strange loner but -- she has more important things to worry about, such as keeping her clan safe.
Other:
WOT, WOT?! WOT DO YOU MEAN?! SUSPICIOUS BIRTH?!?
OH NOES - DO I SMELL PLOT?!?! D:<
Wot, I got a plot - wot's that you say? It involves Owltalon and Kestrelclaw of NightClan of all things?!
And who is this Zero character that is strutting about?!
It's all suspicious, isn't it? :I
Oh yeah, and Beebiter is available if anyone wants to adopt a crotchety old senior warrior :U
IC:
D: DO I HAVE TO?!?! OTAY, FINE D:>
For one thing, Loudowl didn't know when to give up. For another thing, he was very much aware of how much he was annoying both cats -- which caused him to grin.
How quickly those that he kept in his usual company could lose their cool and become pompous poofs of annoyed-ness, scathing retorts, and the usual cool glare! It was quite intreaging, this strange metamorphises of a cat from something described as "cool, calm and collective" to something short of "if you don't shut up you are dead".
But - perhaps that was why Loudowl liked staying with cats such as these. They were just so much fun to annoy -- and it was just so much fun to watch their expressions change and shift in the matter of miliseconds!
"If only you two could see your faces," Loudowl grinned -- quite happily ignoring the retorts sent his way. The large WindClan warrior let his tail twitch and flick behind him and, deciding that "ladies first" was best protocol - he addressed Chainstrike. He gave her a low flourish - dipping his head and extending his forepaws in a facimile of a bow before he stood back up and onto his feet.
"Oh come on, Chainy-mumsy-dearest - it's not that hot!" the tom crooned, golden eyes alight with his unmasked amusement. Any cat would have cowered in regal Chainstrike's subtle rage, but then again Loudowl wasn't any cat.
... He was a catnip addict, Don Juan incarnate in a cat, and a fool - but that was besides the point.
Anyway, he approached his old mentor quite mannerly - and he would have kissed the ground at her feet if he wanted but, really, she was his 'mumsy-dearest' ever since 'old-mumsy' passed on so... He wouldn't necessarily suck up, but he decided that throwing one of his not-so-flattering compliments her way (Which was a common uccurance, really) wouldn't be so bad.
"Besides - I think the sticky-air makes you look smaller, you know?" he purred. And, lest he fall to her wrath (Which was going to happen whether he chose to "run" or not) the tom took a step back and quite happily towards the black and white Trickstump.
He then shot the other tom another one of his lopsided grins before he rolled his broad shoulders in a shrug and meowed casually golden eyes landing on the tom that was noe beside him, "Chaineh-mumsy-dearest isn't in the best of moods right now, that nose-kiss can take a raindate."
Children should not play with blades, nor should they play with starving rabid felines.[/i]
