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Post by Glowy on Jul 11, 2011 18:43:52 GMT -10
It was difficult for Hawkheart to fathom the extent of her boredom on this particular day. Nobody had been reacting to anything she did to get their attention, nobody had yelled at her, nobody gave her the time of day. And believe me, she'd tried. She had literally asked what time of day it was, and nobody had responded. That little apprentice who had seemed to be infatuated with her was nowhere to be found, so she couldn't amuse herself with him, and she was invisible to the rest of the clan anyway unless she was causing a scene.
Believe me, if she had anything to do at all, she would be doing it. The patrols had been sent out and she, surprise surprise, had not been selected, she had no apprentice to train, and she had no friends to pester. She was, for the first time in a long time, completely at a loss for what to do.
She didn't like it. No, sir, she did not like it one sorry bit!
So after a long time of sitting staring off into space, an idea popped into her mind and she grasped desperately to it, for it was the first hope of amusement that she'd found all day. There was Rhea, the local spitfire, in the Elder's den, probably just as bored as she was! Well, they'd be able to solve each others' problems very effectively. So she sauntered right in to the Elder's den with her familiar swagger in high gear, plopped herself unceremoniously down next to Rhea, and grinned widely at her, uttering a simple "Hi."
If things went according to plan, Rhea would be both flabbergasted and annoyed, and engage her in an oh-so-amusing battle of wits. Yep, Hawkheart, that would solve all your problems!
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Post by nightfall on Jul 13, 2011 9:31:34 GMT -10
Rhea was grumpy.
Not to say that Rhea wasn't grumpy at every waking moment of her life, it was just that she was extra grumpy today.
What do you do when you're overly grumpy? You hide and make sure no one can find so they don't have to suffer your horrible wrath.
It had worked for most of the day. The over - grumpiness was even starting to wear down, and Rhea thought the rest of the day would go smoothly. Eat some prey, avoid Lichenheart, go to sleep.
Then Hawkheart walked in. The grumpiness came back in full force.
Not to say Hawkheart was an annoying cat, it was just that on this day, Rhea didn't want to be bothered. And many cats knew very well what happened when Rhea felt bothered.
Bad, bad things.
The giant, goofy grin on Hawkheart's face didn't help either.
"Hi."
Poor, poor Hawkheart. She had no idea what she had just gotten herself into.
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Post by Glowy on Jul 13, 2011 21:20:10 GMT -10
Yep, Hawkheart was right. This escapade was shaping up to be amusing already, and they'd said, what?- a sentence each? Yeah, that was right. In fact, Hawkheart had only said a single word to set her off! It seemed that the rest of her clanmates were just stuck in a mental fog today, because Rhea was reacting to her antagonism, unlike everybody else. Ah well, she supposed it couldn't be helped. Everybody had their off days.
It tickled her to see Rhea reacting so violently already (actually, it scared her to death, but would she admit that to anyone? Nooooo. Especially not herself, StarClan forbid!), she near burst out laughing right then and there. So, she thought she could kill her, did she? What a joke. She was an ELDER, for StarClan's sake! Just a crotchety old bag of fleas who'd been hanging on to life for far too long. (That was what she would say in public, but really, she admired Rhea's strength and stubborn will to survive.) But seriously, any amount of stubbornness would not renew vigor to aged joints, nor speed to slowing reflexes, nor strength to muscles weakened by lack of upkeep.
"Ooooohhhhhh," she purred, standing to her paws with her standard mask of indifference+hint-of-mockery plastered on her face. It didn't change the fact that her body was hyper-alert, watching for any possible sign of the threat of Violent!Rhea, but that would go unnoticed, she hoped.
"The big, bad wolf is gonna eat me up. How incredibly frightening. Lighten up a bit, yeah? I was just popping in for a visit," again she purred, her voice laced with honey as per usual in these situations. In truth, her act was in itself getting to be a bore to her. She rarely changed her formula, because it worked so well, and cats' reactions didn't vary a whole lot. She wanted somebody to shock her, to really test her and force her to change her act. Maybe that was why she had come to Rhea in the first place. She didn't know. All she could do was stare at the ginger-furred elder with a false self-satisfied grin playing at her face, awaiting the storm.
She wished she had friends, so she wouldn't have to resort to this for amusement. Alas, it was not to be.
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Post by nightfall on Jul 28, 2011 15:21:50 GMT -10
"The big, bad wolf is gonna eat me up. How incredibly frightening. Lighten up a bit, yeah? I was just popping in for a visit,"
Okay now she was really getting pissed off. Rhea could take Lichenheart (on most days), that infernal medicine cat and even the ever - annoying Rabbitstep. But what she would not take was a general mockery of her usual attitude and inadvertently acting as entertainment for someone. It was obvious Hawkheart was bored, because a cat like Hawkheart did not casually walk into the elders den and say hi. And she definitely wasn't one to stick around for open threats to her life.
Now, Rhea knew she was more aggravated than usual. Not because of Hawkheart, but because of what was going on with the clan. While she was happy to see that Cindertail was spending more time with the recently - turned warrior (Pale... something, she couldn't remember at all), she could also feel that something within the clan was changing. Something similar to hostility.
Now, usually Rhea would wave it off as something between less than at the most 5 cats, but this feeling irked her because it was the entire clan.
But for now, she would have to keep those feelings a secret. She couldn't even tell Cedarstar, for the simple fact that it may just be her. No one else probably felt this anyway. Damn, she was getting old.
Back to the Hawkheart. Rhea knew that Hawkheart wouldn't leave until she had her fill of entertainment, so Rhea thoughtfully decided to play along until there was a chance for her to escape.
That didn't mean she wasn't still pissed off with Hawkheart, though.
"You want to have fun, eh? Why don't you find a tree and smash your head into it until you pass out? That would be very entertaining." Rhea smirked internally, pleased with her comeback. "Or would you prefer being in here when Lichenheart comes back and start raving about the Lichening? He nearly drove an apprentice crazy with it last time. I've always wanted to see if it could make a rough and tumble warrior go insane."
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Post by Glowy on Jul 30, 2011 13:22:07 GMT -10
Hawkheart wasn't used to anybody fighting back. This was extremely unusual, but what else had she expected from the infamous Rhea? In all honestly, Rhea's reputation was, if possible, more feared than Hawkheart's was. All Hawkheart did, most of the time, was tease, but Rhea... she was violent. Her threats carried weight, and Hawkheart knew that. Most of the time, cats only walked away from encounters with the sandy-colored she-cat a bit flustered, but with Rhea, visits to the medicine cat's den were almost commonplace.
Welp. She hadn't been hit yet. Was that a good thing? It must be.
But Rhea sure wasn't skimping on the verbal assault today. Go smack her head against a tree until she passed out? That did not sound like Hawkheart's idea of a fun time. Nor did going insane listening to that crazy son of a badger rant and rave about turning into lichen. How did one even acquire such a cracked notion? He was a cat for StarClan's sake. A. CAT. Cats didn't go around turning into a plant. How did he even choose lichen? There wasn't hardly a single spot of lichen in all of MeadowClan territory!
"Thanks, Rhea, but I prefer to keep my brains safely stashed away inside my skull. And being conscious is nice too. Thanks for the suggestion, though," she purred, nonchalantly licking a paw. "And I doubt that Lichenheart could make me go insane. Y'know, some of our clanmates doubt if I've even got any sanity left?" She winked at Rhea, smiling, like they were two old friends sharing a very old joke. That would either make the ginger she-cat even more angry (most likely), or would soften her up a bit. Perhaps... she might even smile. Either case would provide for some interesting interactions.
"In any case, how are you today? I mean, aside from normal." Yeah. That probably was not the smartest thing to say, Hawkheart. But, then, when did she ever say anything smart? She specialized in pushing buttons and showing superficial interest in the affairs of her clanmates. Anything else... well, it held the threat of somebody actually getting to know her. If she didn't constantly smash her clanmates into the walls she had so carefully constructed, she ran the risk of one of them actually getting to know her.
Who was she? She hardly knew anymore. What if somebody saw that? If anybody knew how insecure she truly was, her reputation would go down the drain! She'd be up a stream without a paddle! Marooned on a desert island with nobody but her newly rediscovered self for company. And she couldn't deal with herself. For StarClan's sake, her own father hadn't even loved her for who she was. If he couldn't, then her clanmates sure as heck wouldn't be able to.
So she sat there, smacking Rhea in the face with her walls, hoping that she didn't hit them so many times that a hole was formed.
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