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Re: s[o]me days are like this.
DIR By: paris
Date: September 25, 2012, 3:17 pm
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[center]note paw looked over to sweetpaw, who was talking to
minutemind. those two were like peanut butter and jelly- yum-
having the same rude personas. bouncepaw was also annoying, way
to friendly for notepaw's type. it seemed he had a word to say
about everyone- although he was friendlier that
sweetpaw.[/center]
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Re: s[o]me days are like this.
DIR By: Memmy
Date: September 25, 2012, 5:21 pm
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The siamease's blue eyes glittered, and she answered
Minutemind's question with another question, "Still no
apprentice?" to anycat with a good ear, one could clearly note
the hopefulness that polished the female's voice. It seemed as
if another cat completely entered Sweetpaw's soul when she was
conversing with the tom; the feline was friendlier, politer, and
more open than ever. The six moon old nodded too quickly and
stood up too suddenly at Minutemind's request, hesitating
slighty when she remembered that he had just gone for a run.
Her blue eyes shot him a questioning glance.
ooc;; draaaammmaa. xD
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Re: s[o]me days are like this.
DIR By: -- pengy
Date: September 25, 2012, 9:37 pm
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Minutemind shook his head, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
"Nope. But I've got someone in mind." Ugh. He was horrible at
dropping hints. "I plan to talk to Lavastar later." the warrior
answered, then moved on to the next subject. He understood the
quizzical look before there could be an awkward silence; the
kind that always occurred when Minutemind tried to speak to
cats. But with Sweetpaw...it was easier. The silence that killed
any hope of conversation seemed to vanish when she was around,
but it was surprising that Sweetpaw wasn't exactly...liked. The
oblivious tom hadn't really thought about her different attitude
she had around him, but a new light shone upon her now. Oh, no.
Sweetpaw didn't...like Minutemind, did she?
It wasn't that Minutemind wasn't fond of the WindClan
apprentice, because he really was, just not in that way. Where
would this go? Oh, right. His swirling thoughts had carried him
to that awkward silence again. "Oh, um, yeah..." Stupid!
"I'm fine, I like walks." And yet another stupid sentence. Why,
oh why, did StarClan curse Minutemind with his inability to
speak normally?
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Re: s[o]me days are like this.
DIR By: Memmy
Date: September 27, 2012, 6:08 pm
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The silence wasn't the thing that bothered her; it was the
feeling of something dying inside of her- what it was, she
didn't know. But until the tom dropped a hint about the
apprentice he was going after, the siamese was strangely
worried. Ear flicking with a hasty sort of aknowledgement,
Sweetpaw nodded and started off to the border, with disoriented
thoughts unraveling like threads inside her mind. Her chocolate
colored paws walked steadily forward, but her attention had
drifted somewhere completely different. Where? Anyone's guess,
really. But they came crashing back down to earth when the
female remembered Minutemind and the conversation that they were
both trying desperately to poke with a stick and get to move.
"Ahem..." goodness, she sounded unprofessional. What was she
supposed to ask him? Think, Sweetpaw, thiiink...
"What's your favourite season?"
Like, what the hell was that? Something that just popped into
her head, and so she decided to take it, transform it into
speech, and spit it out of her half-open maw? Facepaw for her;
Sweetpaw kicked herself for being so darn inconsiderate about
her choice of words. What then? He would answer, and then the
two of them would walk in a sort of awkward silence.
Stupid, stupid stupid.
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