Bah! Boredom {Open}

[RiiRii]

While his sister was fascinated in other business, Frostpelt was busy eating and becoming the antisocial tom he generally was.
With her sleek, thin tail wrapped around his forepaws and his head down to eat the prey that rested on his white and black spotted paws he closed his eyes and let out a small grunt of disgust as he ate.
Good grief he was bored! Ears pinned back, he growled slightly and let out a meow of disgust.
"Honestly, what's so fascinating now I will never know."
As he looked up, he finally finished his munches and licked his maw, removing the bit of blood from his muzzle and let the last lump of meat seep down his throat into his small round muscular stomach.
After a few minutes of enjoying the feeling of a full belly, the warrior decided to just rasp his tongue over his fur and ruffled his fur up before smoothing it down by licking the reverse way. He was too caught up in cleaning his fur he didn't realize he was purring. Eventually he noticed that a vibration was in his throat and he suddenly stopped, letting it trail off and he licked his chest in mere embarrassment of purring to himself grooming. Something he usually caught his sister doing every single second of the day, or what seemed to be that.
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((Sorry for short post, was unsure what to post. Wanted to get both my cats alive. ))

[Cloudbat]

[bg=141414][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Oh, it was sure to be a terrible day indeed! That shadow cast by the fresh-kill pile...those clouds in the sky, promising a storm to kill prey and send floods that would sweep them all away! Someone must know! Jaegerstar? No...she would be too busy and not welcome my interruptions. Shadowclaw? The same. Even Storkflower...actually I need to go to him anyway for pad balm and a poultice for my aching joints (although they might be infected and splintering inside me already....) But after poking his head into the den, it was obvious neither Storkflower nor Cinderpaw was there. He heaved a great sigh, whiskers drooping as he shivered. Who could he possibly warn? He looked around warily, uncertain if anything would attack him. No...nothing his old nose could scent except...oh, a soul by the fresh-kill pile! They were saved! Bounding up to them as quickly as his old limbs would allow, skinny tail waving, he leaned right into the unknown tom's face. "My dear sir! We are in peril! This is no time to be lying about! We must...we must...DO SOMETHING!" the black and white elder wailed as his green eyes turned wild, darting in every direction as he tensed. "See! The clouds! There is sure to be a flood! You seem like a good, strong tom - help me build a barrier." Thus the deluded old tom began diligently gathering up piles of twigs, satisfied he'd found an answer.

[RiiRii]

Everything was relaxing and tranquil, suddenly an elder appeared out of nowhere and began to scream and become crazed over a flood?
Watching him dart about getting twigs, the tom looked awkwardly to the side instantly beginning to wish his sister was here talking to the elder and sorting him out.
"You're crazy..." He meowed, his ear twitching with amazement " It's just a bit of rain, it wont flood the stream is soft and tranquil and none of the animals are acting up..." He swayed slightly side to side, unable to think of what to say.
What was this old elder on about? He honestly was curious now, just staying silent he waited until KItewhisker decided to stop panicking and actually talk to him; if the male decided that was. He picked a barrier up and snapped twigs between his teeth and let them fall on the ground just to bat them aside with his paws.

[Rolo]

((Hey there, sorry to interrupt, however I'm going to have to ask you if you can make your signature smaller, Rii. It's currently stretching the board. If ya need any help with it, PM me and I'll see what I can do :3 Thankyou <3))

[RiiRii]

(( there :3))

[Cloudbat]

[bg=141414][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Kitewhisker ignored what the tom was saying until he snapped one of the twigs. Blasphemy! "You fool! Do you not understand how wrong it is to meddle in affairs of the future?!" cried the agitated tuxedo tom, thin tail waving furiously and his shoulders hunched. He glared at the pale, spotted warrior for a few moments, but the bi-colored elder rarely stayed angry long. After all, so few understood what his life's purpose was. His body relaxing as much as it could in the cold, he calmed himself and spoke, lying down and wrapping his tail around himself. "You only see the present, warrior. I see what will come. If you'd care not to sabotage my attempts, I could get something accomplished. If you wish not to help me, you may go, but kindly do not meddle in my affairs. One last thing...what is your name?" So many cats. Kitewhisker's weary old brain could only remember the names of a few. Dovepaw and Stonepaw, of course. Jaegerstar, Shadowclaw, Storkflower, Cinderpaw. Anyone beyond that...it was a matter of chance. Nevertheless, he deserved respect. I am an elder, after all. This silly spotted young nip had no business telling him what he'd been around far longer to know! With a shake of his head, and a last sideways look at the warrior, Kitewhisker raised his creaky old bones to look for more sticks and pebbles, his nose to the ground, sniffing out what his ailing eyesight could not see in much detail.

[RiiRii]

Why you..
Kitewhisker was certainly insane, Frostpelt gave him that.
"Excuse me, but I am not meddling with any affairs..." Frostpelt stood up and circled Kitewhisker once before resuming his place and sitting back down. "We're streamclan cats, we can just SWIM it... We do have paws and we do have a tail..."
You only see the present, warrior. I see what will come. If you'd care not to sabotage my attempts, I could get something accomplished. If you wish not to help me, you may go, but kindly do not meddle in my affairs. One last thing...what is your name?

Frostpelt stared at this elderly like was insane, Frostpelt had been in this camp since he was an apprentice and the elder hadn't a clue who he was... Was the elder hit on the head in his sleep and been given amnesia?
"My name is frostpelt, you crazy fool! You've known me since I was an apprentice, you were here when my mother was murder by that stinkin' badger!" he was so caught up in yelling at the elder, he had not realized his fur was standing on edge and his body was haunched for attack, sitting down instantly and taking a slow deep breath to calm himself down - the Tom took one last glance at the elder. Can't beat them, may as well join them.. "Here, I will help you..." brushing one paw over a twig and shoving it at the random pile Kitewhisker was forming, the Tom's amber eyes snapped back up to the tuxedo-coated tom and rolled his eyes. "I suppose you've forgotten my sister too..." Shoving a pebble towards the twigs, he shook his head and sighed. What would some twigs and pebbles do to stop a flood anyway? They would just get washed away by the water... Was Kitewhisker alwas this insane? Oh how he hoped not.

His sister was off hunting, or so she said and he was stuck with a crazy tom-cat who was screaming about a flood which clearly would of never happened, or so Frostpelt believed. "To stop a flood, you'll need huge trees and branches to barricade and stay safe, not twigs and pebbles." Man frostpelt wished he was anywhere but here right now, but he couldn't know what to do; was he bored or what?

[Cloudbat]

[bg=141414][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Again? Why did this whippersnapper feel the need to flap his jaws so much? Kitewhisker looked up from the damp ground as the silver-and-black tom circled him and flicked an ear in irritation. Turning his head to look at him, the elder replied in his high, raspy voice "You most certainly are! My affairs! And I'd like to see you swim in THIS flood." He glanced fearfully at the sky again. Darker...darker...it was coming. Frostpelt! Much better. Ignoring the insult as usual, his interest was piqued at the tom's mention of his mother. A badger? Did I foretell it? Probably. But some cats simply never listened, and went to their dooms again and again. Though his ears were flattened and he hunched up from the yelling, he did not back down from the stronger cat. "Then I am sorry for her doom, but there was nothing I could have done to alter it. I can only see the future. I cannot change it." However, the frail tuxedo tom did dip his head to this Frostpelt. I can understand about losing one's mother, after all. Though that thought brings back memories better left untouched. . . Kitewhisker shuddered at that, then blinked as the silver StreamClanner had evidently seen sense after all. A smile broke across his aged black face, the white spot on his muzzle curling up. Help! It is a wondrous thing. A small bunch of twigs was abruptly shoved under his nose and he automatically recoiled, whiskers laid back, but then sniffed them and found them free of any poison or traps. Sister? The small old tom looked back up quizzically. "I suppose?" He said politely. Kitewhisker hadn't even been aware that the Frostpelt had a sister. Wait...badger...sister...a fuzzy memory floated to his mind. "She's...Mottletail, right?" He said, hoping to be correct. Oh goodie! The StreamClan elder promptly stopped wondering about the name of the spotted warrior's sister and was busy being happy about the stone he'd so wonderfully been presented with. His tail waved happily and he purred momentarily. "Why thank you, Frostpelt! Stones are good, you know. Strong and protective. Unless they're in an avalanche." Kitewhisker momentarily looked worried, but then remembered it was a flood that was coming, not an avalanche. Conveniently ignoring the logic spoken by his reluctant companion, he joyfully picked up the pebble and a few twigs and trotted to the edge of camp, so glad he had an assistant.]

[RiiRii]

Mottletail... No, just no.
Mottletail was the annoying tom who as always following his sister around.
"No... Mottletail is not my sister, Mottletail is not a female..." He narrowed his eyes angrily towards the tom, hoping he didn't notice.
"My sister is Speckledfur" there was a harsh and cold tone to his voice.

Moving onwards, his paws tapping the ground as he sniffed the ground and picked up a twig; amazed there was twigs lying around.
The cold frost from the twig sunk down his tongue and throat, causing him to shiver and take a deep breath. Chucking it down on the tiny pile, he sniffed the air. "It's too cold for rain.... It'll snow?" he blinked at the crazy elder, completely forgetting that he should be objecting the male and being against him..
Soon he himself was picking up stuff and putting it down on the pile, completely engrossed in it.

Before he realized it, he was helping and causing him to stop and drop the last twig. It was boring, but now it wasn't.

[Cloudbat]

[bg=141414][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Yes, whatever. As long as the tom helped him, he could babble on however long he wanted. "Mmhmm, that's nice." said the elder in a distracted tone of voice. Speckledfur...Speckle...mother...no. I will not think about that. "Speckledfur...is a good name. I will...remember that now." He said, his mew quavering slightly. He wanted to believe it was just a coincidence. Even though he knew there was no such thing. If Holly taught me anything, he remembered sadly, it is that all of our dooms are more intricate than we can ever know. I must keep an eye on this Speckledfur. I must ensure she does not meet the same fate as mother did. Tang of blood, screeching metal, blaring horns, carrion birds pecking - "Please." whispered the tom to himself, trembling. "Please, no. Why now? My life is peaceful now. I - " Fortune chose to save him from his own mind with Frostpelt's query. He turned, not realizing he had not moved from the edge of camp the whole time and raised himself stiffly (he really did need that balm from Storkflower) his delicate white paws making little sound as he padded back over the slightly damp brown earth. Looking up at the tall, young warrior with sad eyes, his gaze was far sharper than it had been before, refreshed by the pain of seasons long past. "Perhaps. Snow, rain - it is only certain it shall be a doom. But...you are right. When it comes, we cannot hold it back with twigs and pebbles. Yet when it comes to that, are there any dooms we can really prepare for? Any fates that can be averted, truly? Why do we bother...no, I know. We bother because the alternative is insanity." Kitewhisker, thinking of only of warmth and comfort, padded up beside Frostpelt and leaned against him, eyes closed. In this rare time of clarity, he asked himself: They never believe me. Why do I keep on trying? Because I know that one day I will be right.

[RiiRii]

As the tom sneezed, feeling the tips of his whiskers quiver in the cold; he blinked the stinging of the bitter frost and began to wish his sister was here, by his side and keeping him warm.
He was dazed, staring off into space. As time passed, seconds fell into minutes before he realized he had been staring off into space.
Snapping his gaze back to the elder, listening to what he said;
Perhaps. Snow, rain - it is only certain it shall be a doom. But...you are right. When it comes, we cannot hold it back with twigs and pebbles. Yet when it comes to that, are there any dooms we can really prepare for? Any fates that can be averted, truly? Why do we bother...no, I know. We bother because the alternative is insanity.
The desperation in his voice made Frostpelts eyes widen.

"You're really serious about this, AREN'T you?" He gaped, lashing his tail side to side and tilting her head to the left. "Why not just accept fate? If it is what Starclan had set on us..."
He tilted his head, blinking. "One clan cat is bound to die if that's the case. Harsh but true." affection and worry filled his eyes, how he hoped it was not his darling sister.

Perhaps the elder could tell him about his life, Frostpelt was intrigued now.
"So, Kitewhisker..." He trailed off, wording his sentence carefully. "What was your life like being a kit and growing up in Streamclan?" the tom was completely unaware that he was a rogue before he came to Streamclan

[Cloudbat]

[bg=141414][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] "What? Of course. It is my duty." Kitewhisker was surprised. Naturally he was serious. Any cat would be about their life's work. Accept fate? Well....yes and no. He remembered fondly how Holly had explained to him when he'd asked. The way her face scrunched up when she was intent on teaching him, her dark gray stripes running together like water down a stream. Beautiful. "Ah...it is a complicated thing. Whether StarClan sets us on our paths or not, I do not know. I believe they exist, but I am no medicine cat or leader. I could not tell you what their role is in our fates, exactly. I do not see them when I look to the future, but then, I was not trained to. Perhaps they work in ways beyond my understanding. To answer your question, though...yes and no. We should accept our fates, for we cannot change them, but at the same time, to not come to meet them with honor and dignity is as bad as not taking heed of them at all. That is why I tried to build the wall...before you reminded me. I thank you for that." He dipped his head to the younger tom. Kitewhisker's black brows wrinkled as Frostpelt spoke of death. It was possible, yet he had not foreseen death in the flood or storm. Not to say it wouldn't happen, but it was not likely, at least not this time. "Do not worry." He reassured his companion. "I foresee no deaths, at least not this time. We shall probably wake with soaked pelts, however. I pity you as a young warrior though, having to sleep near the edge of your den." Though he knew it was traditional, the tuxedo tom couldn't help but feel it was a tad unfair. The next question caught him off guard, and he blinked his lime green eyes. "I? I was not raised in StreamClan, Frostpelt. I was born long before you and your kin came to these lands. My mother was a rogue who fell in love with a kittypet, and I was their only kit. If things had been reversed, I might have been raised in the Twolegplace...but mother was not one for being restrained by anyone, even to be able to join her mate. Father was too much of a coward to help raise me in the wild, so she bore me on her own. If I had been any more than a newborn at the time, I would have put together the signs for what happened next." He sighed heavily, pausing in his tale. It was odd...he'd told Dovepaw and Stonepaw about part of his life, but never the darker details. They were too young. It was strange to spill the story to a warrior who could understand. "Life was difficult for us, but mother and I lived together happily as I grew up. I was a lonely kit for the most part...insects and birds were my playmates. Afraid of losing me, Mother taught me all about the world and its dangers, and I grew wise and wary, wanting to please her with my caution. Alas, her own teachings were not enough to save her. She died, struck on a Thunderpath by the very Twolegs my cowardly father clung to. I have hated them ever since. I have hated them for keeping my father from me, for killing my mother...Speckle." OOC: DUN DUN DUN the dramatic reveal. Total coincidence though, since I called his mom Speckle long before Speckledfur ever showed up. XD The sad part is this is only the beginning of his life story. (Then again, he's pretty dang old for a Clan cat, so he's had a full life.) I wonder if Frostpelt will let him continue.

[RiiRii]

Streamclan never had him? They never had Kitewhisker? Now he got curious. "So you were around before Streamclan was created?" suddenly he realized what he was saying and completely forgot what he was meant to be doing.

As the tom trailed off, Frostpelt waited for Kitewhisker to continue. "Say more, I want to hear more - if that's okay..." He was beginning to like Kitewhisker, despite the age difference; the elder and him could become really friends. They understood each other well.
Suddenly, hearing the word Speckle made his fur ruffle.

"Speckle...? She was your mother? " His eyes widened, taking a paw step forward and staring in surprise at the elder. "That's a mere coincident, but that's somewhat amazing."How old were you? How many moons when you lost her?" Questions began to flood out as he asked multiple, surprised and amazed. "You're actually really interesting..." He then took a slow deep breath and then nodded. "Carry on... Say more, I'll stop interrupting"

((Dramatic revelation!))

[Cloudbat]

[bg=141414][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] "Of course." answered Kitewhisker, surprised. He was...er...how old am I? Must about eighty moons by now. He smiled tentatively, unsure - Frostpelt truly wished to hear more? That was...good. It might be the beginning of a friendship. The old tuxedo tom loved Dovepaw and Stonepaw as the kits he'd never had, but this was different. Equal. An adult who might respect him. On the other paw, it might just be another cruel trick of fate that would to lead to a doom. I can't know, can I? He sighed to himself. I've never been able to see my own future, for whatever reasons. But come what may, I must try. Clearing his dry throat, he answered the silver tom. "I was...only about seven or eight moons. Apprentice age, you might say. I'm glad you think I'm good enough to listen to." He chuckled wheezily. "Ah well, it's all right if you have duties or something...but never fear interrupting if you have something to say, or questions." Collecting his thoughts, breathing in the cold air, Kitewhisker resumed his tale. "I'm not sure how I survived after mother died. I had only basic survival skills, and no aunts or uncles to take me in. I almost considered going to the Twolegplace and begging my father to take me in, I'll admit...but I was born a wild cat, and even that young I was too proud to do it. Oh, I made a few friends, had a few adventures in time...but the climax of my life was when Holly appeared." The beautiful gray tabby she-cat. His teacher. His friend. His unrequited love. "She was a traveler, a rogue who was once a kittypet. Before I met her, I'd heard from other cats she'd visited that she claimed to have learned the art of fortune-telling from a Twoleg circus she had once been a part of: she could see the future. Others scoffed at her and at first, I did as well...though I knew such a thing, were it to be true, would be immeasurably useful. One night, she came to visit me as well. At first, I told her to leave, not wishing to be bothered by her. However, she said there was a fox on the prowl and she needed shelter. I was inclined to think she was lying, but then I scented the air for myself - it was true. Reluctantly, I let her into my den. I curled up, pretending to be asleep to escape her lies...but then she told tales of such incredible things, places far away, events too detailed and thought-out to be mere fabrications. Well, perhaps she offered light to me in a dark world. Perhaps I was just lonely. Either way, I let her stay. She taught me the art of reading the future, and told me more stories. In return, I shared what little I had with her: prey, my favorite climbing trees, the very stream of our Clan that I liked to swim in when it was greenleaf, once. They were the best moons of my life. We were best friends...and then, and then it all went wrong." He sighed. Here came the saddest part of his tale. "I fell in love with her. At first I didn't even understand what was happening, for I had never known a she-cat so closely before, save my mother. But after some moons...I adored her with every fiber of my being. But she did not feel the same way, and I was too shy to tell her my feelings. Eventually, she began to grow solitary and wistful, always staring off into the distance. One day, confused and afraid, I finally asked her what was the matter. She told me that she had seen her own future, and she was doomed to die beyond these lands. It was in her heart to keep traveling. Holly was...too free to be kept by anyone. I suppose that's why I loved her so much, though it broke my heart. So I let her go that day, never telling her how I felt about her, and I never saw her again." The elderly tom sighed. Ah, bittersweet memories.

[RiiRii]

As the tom listened to the elder, he grew more and more interested. His boredom had gone and he had not noticed the scents of two cats having returned to the camp. As he felt the heat of the setting sun on his back and cats become to crowd in after a busy day, he finally realized that he had began to lean in to listen to the Tom.

"What makes you think she's dead?" He asked, blinking as the end of Kitewhisker's story finished. "She could be out there looking for you, having somehow never found her death?" It was hope, but Frostpelt hoped he saw the logic.
His eyes had widened and he looked like a kit who was listening to an elder story about bad guys.
He hadn't realized just how fond he was growing of the male and quickly it was happening too.

He couldn't imagine living a life without his sister, finding her dead on the floor lifeless or having left to go on travels with another cat...
He lashed his tail and tilted his head. "If she has gone, she is still with you in your heart" He was beginning to sound like Speckledfur, always talking about where everything truly cared for belongs.