[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

Caracalpaw managed to calm down and stop rolling on the floor like an idiot, laughing her head off. She used her forepaws to wipe away the tears of laughter and looked back up, still feeling rather still after her giggle fest. She didn't get up thought, finding that the ground was actually quite comfortable. "Excuse me but i'll have you know that my english isn't basic! It's way more advanced than any language you'll ever know!" Caracalpaw quickly snapped. She was quickly regaining her temper after her big fit of laughter. The apprentice was going back into business. Did this tom think she was dumb? The she-cat believed she was anything but dumb! She was pretty, smart, awesome, and better than him.

The next sentence's that the tom spoke nearly left Caracalpaw at a loss for words. Nearly. "Just look at you," Caracalpaw replied, shaking her head in disappointment. "You're so dumb you don't even know what you're saying. That sentence was incorrect and you should've replaced the 'something', with a 'nothing'" the she-cat continued smartly, in a tone of voice that made her sound like a mentor correcting their apprentice's grammatical error. The apprentice would never admit it, but the tom's most recent comeback was actually pretty good. Unfortunately for him, Caracalpaw was not only pretty, but smart. Not only do I have the looks, I have the brains, Caracalpaw thought, smirking confidently to herself.

Caracalpaw rolled her eyes. "That's not possible because of the simple fact that we could never be the last two cats on the planet, I would've killed myself by the time the third last cat was dead," the apprentice replied in a matter-of-fact voice. "After that, i'd be too busy being better than you in StarClan," Caracalpaw continued, not waiting for a response from the tom. "No matter where we are and what we're doing, i'm always going to be better than you. You can't deny the truth," the she-cat said persistently, clearly feeling very confident in herself. Looking at the brindled tom, she realised just how amusing he was. Stupid, but amusing. Well, to put it more clearly, his stupidity was amusing. "Then puffy clouds have just turned into rocks," Caracalpaw said coldly, feel rather offended by him. How dare he calls me weak! The abyssinian thought, getting more annoyed by the minute. Oh how I would love to show him just how 'weak', I am, the she-cat thought bitterly. Caracalpaw took the moment that Spiralpaw went to climb the rock, to imagine punching that ugly little face of his. For that moment, the apprentice was in her own world and small smile crossed her maw as she basked in the feeling of punching his face. Even if she hadn't actually done it. Her imagination was enough for her. For now anyway.

As the tom responded, Caracalpaw herself was brought back into reality, and for a moment, she stared dumbfounded at Spiralpaw's face, trying to work out why his face was still intact. A wave of disappointment washed over her as she realised it had only been her imagination. How disappointing, Caracalpaw thought, sighing loudly. Sometimes she wished that what she dreamed and imagined could come true. She'd love to have the chance to break the ugly face of the brindled tom. "What life would that be? You don't have a life," Caracalpaw shot back smartly. Her bottom jaw dropped down ever so slightly at his next statement. "Oh please, there are so many cats who would love to be in my presence. Especially toms. I bet I probably have more toms trailing after my good looks than you have she-cats. I mean, you don't even have any good looks," Caracalpaw continued, smirking smugly. The abysinian believed this to be half true. She knew that she had good looks and the other apprentice didn't, but did toms actually like her? The apprentice was almost certain she was a likeable cat, so surely she did have some followers right? Well, she would have to worry too much about that. Caracalpaw was certain that she would be liked by more cats than Spiralpaw ever would.

The she-cat rose to her paws as Spiralpaw walked off, sick of putting up with a she-cat like her. Caracalpaw tilted her head to the side, an expression of curiosity quickly growing on her face. Should she just let him go? After all, she really didn't like his attitude, so it would be great to get rid of him. But at the same time, she had nothing else better to do, plus, he had just left a fight unfinished. Caracalpaw never left a fight unfinished, that was just a sign of cowardice. "Leaving already? Are you too much of a coward to fight me? Scared you're gonna lose to someone as awesome as me?" the abyssinian taunted, raising her voice to make sure the tom heard her. She had attracted the stares of a few other cats but quickly got them to look away by giving them a sharp glare.

The brindled tom only go so far away. He gave a delicate stretched, allowing his claws to extended as he slowly got up and shook his short pelt. He turned his head towards the she-cat, contemplating what her name was. How could he have already forgotten it? It was something...weird-like. Something peculiar, but he couldn’t grasp to what her name was. His eyes widened for a second, and took a moment to look away from her, but he heard her comment clearly. The tom muttered something inaudible to hear before he turned back around--slightly, only to look at her. ‘’I never walk away from a fight!’’ He says, proudly. ‘’But, some fights are not really worth my attention. An example? This one.’’ Honestly, she really wasn’t worth his time. At least, that’s what he wanted to think. She was confident enough to stand on her own, and in the process, bring others down. Though Spiralpaw had a high self-esteem himself, he loved to think of himself as some type of balanced aura of peacefulness. But, her?...

What was her name? Spiralpaw clenched his teeth because he did not remember it. Granted, he hardly ever remembered anyone’s names. He was always too busy planning his next move, his next adventure. Spiralpaw thought it was also rude to not remember someone’s name--whether they were acting stuck up or not. The tom liked to think of himself carrying wisdom and bringing love wherever he went. The tom lingered there for a moment, just staring at the abyssinian. His head clicked at her earlier insults. She was definitely not a cat worth remembering at this point.

‘’Perhaps, I would have a life if it revolved around you, huh?’’ He replied with much hinted sarcasm, and tainted carelessness. She sure was full of herself! And, he thought he was, but she...was the epitome of it all. This cat, though he ever truly caught onto her name, acted as if she was on a high pedestal, and everyone was around her, admiring her. As if she was some queen. Some goddess that they bowed down to. The tom gave a deep huff, displeased that she would even bother to say anything of the sort to him.


Oh please, there are so many cats who would love to be in my presence. Especially toms. I bet I probably have more toms trailing after my good looks than you have she-cats. I mean, you don't even have any good looks.

As far as he was concerned, he didn’t see any toms lining up to soak in her appearance. Another thing was that he hardly paid attention to when, or if she-cats liked him. He was aloof to the she-cats’ presence, and certainly didn’t care for them at this age. Though he did find many that were pretty and awesome to be around. Way more awesome than being in the presence of this pathetic she-cat that was across from him. ‘’I don’t see any toms begging to take your attention. And, each it’s own opinion. I think there may be a lot of she-cats who may find me good-looking. You clearly need to let Surgestorm check your eyes.’’

Yet, he was still trying to contemplate her name. He didn’t know why he cared to know, he just didn’t want to seem rude because he never paid heed to when she said anything about it. ‘’I’m getting the impression that rocks hit harder than you.’’ He scoffed, and once again turned away, swishing his tail behind him. The moors were definitely clear, small shrubs was around, but other than that...they were exposed.

No matter where we are and what we're doing, i'm always going to be better than you. You can't deny the truth.

That was something. That saying was something. The tom felt a twinge in his heart but he continued to keep a feigned look of friendliness plastered on his maw. What was the use of bickering with her? Might as well join her. Build her up, and tear her down in the process. Even knock a grain of sense in that noggin’ of hers. ‘’Better than me, eh? Last I remembered we’re all the same. No one is greater than the other, and you clearly are not exempt from this process...umm,’’ What was her name? What was her name? A panicked look crossed his features, making his eyes dance around them, hoping to remember the simplest clue of what her name was. In a state of disheveled thoughts, the tom let out a name, hoping it was correct. ‘’...Ca...Cactuspaw, right?’’ It sounded like it would fit her perfectly. She acted like a thorn from those eerie plants. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was her name. Then again...if it wasn’t, he had to embrace himself from the retorts she would be ready to give.