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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
"A natural, huh? We'll see about that," Obsidiansky smiled at her. Already he thought of her as a younger sister type of figure. In the most adorable way, of course. There was nothing annoying about Jitterpaw, she was one of the most precious apprentices he had seen in a long time. He guessed she was exaggerating - fighting didn't come naturally to a lot of cats, and the last one he would have expected to be a "natural" at fighting was this young feline. She seemed more like the type to be a, a... lover. Not a fighter. Obsidiansky was neither, he was more of the in-between awkward stage where it was a constant battle between fight, flight, and freeze instincts. Freeze generally won. Fight was second. Flight was last. Rare was the occasion when Obsidiansky would just back down, run away, even if it meant that he looked like a coward anyways through freezing up. But hey! He couldn't help it, now could he?
That was what he always told himself, that it wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault that his instincts were a little... haywire, might be a good way to put it. Chaotic was another. Maybe they were both, maybe his brain was just messed up altogether. He listened to the other cats talking, keeping respectfully out of their conversation. Fear might have played a part in it. Or not so much fear, but more of an intimidated awe. Hearing their story - and knowing what part Infernosky had played in their Clan's history, it was amazing. Here was a cat who had been through a lot. And Obsidiansky was glad that he was getting to know her, and all of them, and know what made them - well, them. A feeling that he was being watched settled over the tom's mind, sending an icy stabbing feeling into the pit of his stomach, and he glanced up to see the former deputy's hawkish gaze on him. It wasn't quite like the bird of prey - but close enough to the point where Obsidiansky felt as though he should be doing something. Apologizing, perhaps?
Saying that he felt bad? And then a smile crossed her maw. It was small, it appeared to be something he would have in a dream, and he could hardly believe this was happening, but Obsidiansky watched her with an expression similar to that of someone who had found treasure. Treasure they'd been looking a long time for. That treasure-finder expression faded after moments, and the tom cleared his throat, averting his gaze. Secretly (and he would have liked to tell her this, but was embarrassed to and nervous that he would embarrass her in front of her other friends and Cloverpaw) he thought that she looked a good deal nicer when she smiled. Maybe if she did that more often, it would be easier to approach her. Get to know her.
Maybe she just needed to be approached the right way. A dangerous outlook on life, or at least it had the potential to be, but it was also dangerous not to. "I'm not busy right now - Rainpaw's doing an, um.... assignment that I gave him at the moment, but maybe he would like to join us later." Sometimes he felt as though he should be calling her Infernostar - boy, she was really something. It was almost as though she were still in command. Things had changed with the High Ranks in WindClan if this was the way things used to be. If she was the type of cat who used to run things here.
"Ah, um, should we get going?" He mewed with a sudden start, glancing over at Jitterpaw and Russelfur as though he were expecting an answer from them instead before his eyes returned to the reddish feline. Yeah - like he had thought, she was really something. That reddish fur drew his attention - because it was so unique, and Cloverpaw looked similar. He wondered if she would grow up being just as impressive and commanding (and, dare he think it, intimidating) as the former deputy.
('chuckling in his deep butler voice' I'M DYING
lol Obsidian: omg it's beautiful please
also -
AbsurdJinx decided to take Cloverpaw out of the roleplay)
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"Don't believe me?" Jitterpaw looked up at Obsidiansky with a challenging tone and a playful smirk,
"Well, check out THESE moves--"
But before she could even begin to aimlessly swipe at the air, Russel cleared his throat as if to interrupt her thought process and calmly placed his large, soft paw over her small, unsheathed and poised claws, and lowered it back down, calmly to the soil. Ignoring her disappointed grunt, he ever so gently and politely responded,
"Perhaps we should wait on Obsidiansky's instructions, no?" His tone was a gentle, deep chide.
Infernosky looked at Jitterpaw with slightly pursed lips, her face habitually conceiving an unamused expression. She loved the kid, she wouldn't deny that, but sometimes her childish and ecstatic personality just rubbed her fur backwards. That single look brought Jitterpaw's excitement down a few levels. Perhaps the apprentice would realize that fighting isn't all fun and games; it's survival, and in Infernosky's no-nonsense perspective, it was not meant to be joked about.
She slowly rose from a sitting position and gracefully but firmly stood on all fours, in such a way that each leg seemed perfectly steady and balanced with each other. Rarely did Infernosky let her posture slump or slouch, for it would simply portray a mood of laziness, something of which she suspected she didn't have a drop of. Unless, perhaps, the sun was just the right temperature, gleaming peacefully through the canopy over a softly trickling stream, with little minnows circling about. Rarely has she ever encountered such a serene place, and only sparingly did she allow herself the pleasure of relaxation. Her mind was just a constant bee hive of thoughts, worries, plans, schedules, suspicions, and observations, all humming together behind her firey gaze.
After she had inquired about Obsidiansky's time availability and ever so slightly offered that crooked smile, what she saw next in his face took her off guard, yet again. No one had ever looked at her like THAT before---she had looked into the faces of young kits and apprentice's who's eyes gleamed with admiration, yes, but this was...different. She stopped smiling, and before she knew it, the moment passed, and she began to wonder if it was a trick of the light or if she had mistaken it. It certainly made her feel like she needed to keep the conversation going before the long few moments of uncertainty got too long and awkward.
Thankfully, Obsidiansky spoke up first, who replied that his apprentice was busy, in which she returned with a flat but understanding,
"Of course." Unfortunately, another small gap of quiet proceeded, and before the firey red fae could speak up, Obsidiansky initiated the team's departure into the forest, and she recovered a bit better this time, nodding and responding,
"Yes, Obsidiansky, if you could lead the way, it's been a while since I've roamed Windclan's moors. Jitterpaw, stay by Russelfur and don't get yourself lost. I'll take the rear. Let's move out." And with that, she gave a curt nod to the black tom. She felt her paws itching to move, as if she had always been a clan cat cooped up in camp for most of the day, even though she and her two companions had traveled many a mile the day before, and her paws still felt a little sore because of it. Something in her just couldn't wait to be doing the duties of a clan cat again---like an excited kit ready to be apprenticed.
(XDD yess Russel is such a butler ham. And alright so after this we can move to the territory?)