[Seraphon]

Originally Posted by Constellation

It was highly doubtful if Daturapaw would grow. As she aged, her height wouldn’t grow any taller. She assumed that she was stuck in this phase which made her very insecure but it didn’t deter her. Daturapaw knew that within time she would have to adapt to a new fighting style fit for her height when it came to battling. Hunting should be no problem for her, however. As she had small, lithe physique and hiding among the grass because her small side should be able to make her an expert. Whatever trails she had to face, Daturapaw only wanted to be someone in her clan. Who others saw instead of stepped on. No one said life would be easy, and whatever challenge that was thrown her way all she had to do was take it and embrace it. Turn whatever was bitter into something sweet. Daturapaw squinted her eyes at the tom, “No one is invincible,” she concluded. “There are some really, really big cats in Shadowclan though,” other than her father, “I would think they were invincible with their size but nope! They live normal lives. They get hurt like everyone else. They’re...my role models if I’m honest.” Daturapaw held an aspired look, her thoughts settling on to some of the bravest cats in Shadowclan. Daturapaw always been very loyal to her clan - too loyal perhaps that it was considered a fault. “It never hurts to play the heroic card, I suppose. Everyone wants to feel protected, right?” Daturapaw knew Smokepaw wasn’t invincible, but she liked to think of the tom being that way. She was far from being invinicible, as if that wasn’t obvious, but it wasn’t a crime to fantasize. In order to keep the tom’s attention directed on her, Daturapaw had asked him if he was ready to become a warrior. She didn’t get the response she wanted, as instead he grumbled in reply to her. This made her pin her ears to her head and quietly hum. Daturapaw was a thoughtful cat, and she may had a tiny liking for Smokepaw, but she wasn’t completely oblivious to the way he often addressed her. Yet, she buried this down and continued to be nice to him. Although she felt that it was hard because he wasn’t being as cooperative. Maybe that was a tom thing...? Nightfallpaw was somewhat the same way. Only Nightfallpaw wasn’t only mean, but he liked to play leader and boss others around. “I’m certainly not ready.” She finally days after some thought process time. “I have a lot of training to do. And, what’s better than starting today?” She piped, once again as brightly as she could manage. The small cat shuffled to her paws, giving a quick stretch of her limbs. “I think I’m going to go find Larkdrizzle to see what we’re gonna do today!” She smiled, softly beginning to turn around. She flicked her tail towards the tom. “I hope to see you around sometime!” She called back before trotting away. As she did, she reflected on their conversation. She didn’t think Smokepaw liked didn’t like her - possibly she had caught him at a bad time? Maybe he was in a sulky mood all day? Whatever it may have been, Daturapaw normally did not like to be around others who had attitudes. She silently hoped the next time she talked to him, he would be in a more - well - upbeat mood.



Bullheaded gave a long luxuriously stretch. With his claws unsheathed, he purposely dug them deep into the ground to hear them make that annoying scratching sound. Bullheaded looked up, the cats bustling around him. Each of them caught his attention - too many that he could mess with. It wasn’t a good thing to catch the attention of this bull. If he laid his eyes on a specific target, he was ready to bulldoze into it. Bullheaded got to his paws, his coat falling around him like a downy blanket, though his chest fur was untidy and stuck out every way, including the tuft of fur on top of his head, staying in a style that he preferred to be kept unkempt. Bullheaded prowled around, his movement graceful with a hint of troublemaking swagger that he knew others couldn’t perfect. Bullheaded walked around with a confidence that was obvious that he beheld. Without looking down, his amber gaze flicker from one cat to the other. Each he had dismissed with a flick of his tail because they wasn’t worth his attention. Maybe that was a good thing on the other cats’ part. Finally, his eyes landed on the perfect target. Just sitting under a tree was a cat grooming themselves. On a day like this why would anyone want to just sit around? Granted, he just finished relaxing himself, but his selfish thoughts didn’t want other cats to be serene. So, Bullheaded rounded the turn and pushed himself against the other cat. “Ayy wassup! Need some company?” The black and white tom’s whiskers twitched in mischief, and quickly he added, “Ye, I know ya do. Kinda bored and have no one to bother - so it’s ya lucky day, buddy!” Bullheaded announced brilliantly, using a paw to jab the tom in the chest. Whether any cat liked him or enjoyed his company, never bothered Bullheaded as he was the type of tom to do as he pleased whenever he pleased. Settling himself down, he brought up a paw to give it a couple licks. “Why ya look so down on ya self? Got a nail in yer paw or sumthin’?” He questioned, snorting.

Smokepaw looked away and let her leave, slightly relieved to see her go, but in a way, it kind of felt a little more boring. Maybe even a little to... Quiet? Smokepaw wasn't sure, but he did know that Daturapaw wasn't actually as bad as she she may have seemed at first. He shrugged,"I guess all cats have some sort of 'secret identity' ..." he mused to himself.

[ Well, that was fun X3 ]