Speedy Skidding (Open)

[NapkinGhost]

Rosewood

Rosewood flinched a little as she stared at her pink pads of her two front paws. They were looking pretty bad around now. They were a deep, dark shade of pink. In fact, she had never seen pinker pads on any cat, and now she was seeing them on herself. She wondered if they would even glow in the dark, since there seemed to be a burning heat coming from them.
She decided that they probably wouldn't, and gave them a gentle lick.
Not too long ago, she had been sliding clumsily on the ice in an attempt to catch some prey, she had spotted a mouse scuttling over the snow, and had begun to run...
She sighed and looked toward the thorn-filled bush she had just clawed her way out of. She shook her head sadly. Minus one mouse to eat. she thought grimly.
She put her burning paws to the ice, and gave a sigh of relief. That was better.

Somehow, she could never catch anything on this path. She always ended up sliding away and hitting into something, trees, bushes, and on one occasion, she even hit into a rabbit, which she had been too stunned to catch at the time. A cat once told her not to use too much force in her movements and let the ice gently slip her forward. At the time, when that cat was by her side, she did it perfectly, but ever since he left she just couldn't get it right.
Riddle... she thought sadly. She shook the thoughts of her loner friend away, and stood up slowly, testing to see if her paws would still hurt. She was glad to find that they didn't. As she moved to walk back to camp, she heard a noise behind her. She whirled around, not full of anger of fear, but of hope.
She was disappointed to find that it was not Riddle, but a different cat.
"Hello." she said, trying to hide the disappointment clear in her voice. "What're you doing here?"

[fryingpan]

Step by careful step, the russet figure slid across the ground. Little more that a soft humming sound could be heard. Large ears twitched and swiveled, carefully listening to the sound of the rabbit inching across the ice. Perhaps most couldn't pick up the soft sound of its paws sliding across the ice, but if anyone could, it was Canyonpaw. Just a bit closer... He inched forward just a few more inches, and with a powerful leap, he landed right on target, though slid a bit before regaining control of his paws. With a swift bit to the neck the rabbit went limp, and he carried on down the path where the scent of an IceClan warrior lead him.

Carefully placing his paws, Canyonpaw was determined to keep from sliding much. The scent was growing stronger, and he knew he was close. The warrior couldn't be to far away...Of course, there really was no purpose to tracking this scent other then Canyonpaw enjoyed doing it. There! The scent was quite strong now, this cat was just a little ways down the path he guessed. Padding forward, he knew he was close. But with on paw placed wrong, he began to slide. As he dug his claws into the ice, the scratching noise was one that annoyed Canyonpaw so much. Just because you're close doesn't mean you can stop paying attention to your paws! he scolded himself, pulling himself back to his paws. In front of him, the steady sound of a cats breath could be heard. By the scent and voice...Rosewood, for sure., he guessed, noting the disappointment ringing in her voice. "Hello, Rosewood." he began, hoping that he'd guessed right. "And I'm hunting, like always. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I'm not able to go out alone." he finished, a bit of an edge to his voice. That was Canyonpaw for you, taking a simple question and thinking it meant something else.

((Allo Napkin! I haz come to RP wif you again! No worries about this one dieing, I always seem to have muse for Canyonpaw xD))

[NapkinGhost]

Rosewood

Rosewood was a little taken aback at the younger cats attitude, but laughed nonetheless. "I didn't mean it that way!" she mewed, her whiskers twitching with amusement. "You shouldn't jump to conclusions." she added, somewhat gruffly. "Also, a warrior," she said, with an air of superiority. "Should be more understanding. If cats don't think you can do something because you can't see, well, they have reason to be doubtful. You just have to prove 'em wrong." I know I did, when they thought me too kittypetish. she added inwardly to herself, somewhat smugly. She felt that she could understand him a little. Of course, being blind and being of kittypet blood are two different things, but in some ways it was a little the same. Both had to work for acceptance, and everyone was always doubtful about them.
She poked at Canyonpaw with her tail. "Don't let it get you down. So, have you caught anything yet?"
She felt somewhat guilty at being glad it was a blind cat with her. He couldn't see her ruffled and out-of-order fur--which still had some thorns in it-- or the faint red smudges the cuts on her paws were leaving on the icy ground.

[Not to worry! Even if it does die because of either you or me, I'll make a new thread some other place. :3]

[fryingpan]

“Whatever…” the apprentice mumbled with an annoyed flick of his tail. He wouldn’t dare admit that he needed to learn to think before speaking, his pride simply wouldn’t allow it. Perhaps I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. But I wouldn’t have to if they would just give me a chance! he thought, deciding to keep his comments to himself. Precisely. A warrior should be more understanding. But yet, there they go, treating me like some helpless kit, always thinking I’m going to fail… Okay, so maybe that wasn’t true of all warriors, but Canyonpaw still believed that all cats believed he was a failure. I shouldn’t have to prove myself to them. They shouldn’t judge a cat before they know what they can do, even if they’re blind.

Canyonpaw flinched slightly as Rosewood prodded him with her tail. He was a bit too deep in thought to detect it, and it startled him slightly. “Hm? Oh, um, yeah. I caught a rabbit a little ways back, it’s buried in the snow back there. I’m going to grab it on my way back to camp.” he replied, quite content with the change of subject. “Have you?” he asked, noting that he couldn’t detect any scent of freshkill. But the scent of blood reached his nose nonetheless, and the apprentice wondered if Rosewood was okay. Despite that though, he decided to keep quiet. Canyonpaw didn’t want to get the warrior mad or anything by mentioning her injury, no matter what it was.

((There, I finally posted for you xD Now, to post for Senna...))

[NapkinGhost]

Rosewood felt somewhat guilty at making him jump by poking him. She wondered if she should have said she was going to poke him first, before she actually did poke him, but that seemed a mouse-brained thing to do, since pokes were supposed to be spontaneous. Well, they were in her opinion, at least. She was staring hard at the younger cat as he spoke, thinking what she should do in case she felt like poking him again.

She was impressed to hear that he caught a rabbit, however. More then I could do. the thought popped into her head, and her tail thumped from side to side in annoyance. She gave a slight start when he asked her if she had caught anything. "No..." she sighed. "No, not yet, anyway. I actually just ran into a thorny bush trying to catch a mouse." she admitted, meekly.
"I think I may need proof that you, of all cats, caught a rabbit, though." she teased him laughingly, aiming another poke at him.
Somehow, she felt a deep sense of interest in the little cat. She was curious to know how this small, blind cat would ever become a warrior, or if he became one at all, for that matter.

[I... I thought I would never see the day! :'D]