Pure Curiosity (open)

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Rock and roll baby, don'tcha know that we're all alone now I need something to sing about.

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Riddlehawk padded along by the forest's edge, the Thunderclan tom looking as grizzled and battle-hardened as ever. Scars stood out from his shaggy brown pelt, his fur not being short, nor long and flowing. It was in between. Thick but light. His notched ears flickered, picking up the sounds and melodies of the forest. Picking up the sounds and harmonies of the Kittypet's lands. Smells drifted over the stone fences, and ivy grew up and around the rocks. Scars over his eye were obvious, the fur having grown back across the gaping socket where his beautiful golden eye had been, one that perfectly matched the one that currently scanned his surroundings. Finally, curiousity won out and the tom padded over to the stone fence, leaping up on it. The tom had no problem getting up onto the fence, seeing as he was large, very very very large. He sat down, his single ruined paw lifted slightly off the ground. All together he was a frightening sight. One that most kittypets would just stare at in wonder. After all, how often did the deputy of a clan come wandering around a kitty pet place? Or any warrior at all for that matter? Hardly ever to never, he'd say. He caught every detail with his eye, watching for any other cats. Seeing as it was early, just about dawn, he wouldn't have too many issues with being seen. After all, he was a brown tabby with a background of trees. And he had many many scars. That alone would deter most cats. Size alone would deter most cats. Why did he have to be so intimidating? He was really a cuddler in all actuallity, a really sweet and gentle tom. But, if they wants to be stupid and think him viscious, well go ahead. He was that way in battle anyway.

Character:

Riddlehawk
Dappledleaf
Stargaze
Ashstorm
Moonkit
Limepaw
Sparrowkit
Cactuskit
etc....

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The 3 Mmm's

Music:Crushcrushcrush- Paramore
Muse: Pretty bad good if I typed up this much
Mood: Neon

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This bouncy rag-doll was just going back to see the other fellow kittypets. They were nice, and she thought it might do her some good on seeing them once more. She missed some of them, for back then, she used to visit them often, but lately, she hasn't.

She was prancing along, while humming a tune, ""My name is Rose by NightCore"". It suited her well, for she probably could be called Rose, who knows. All she knew was right now, she wanted her plump and fluffy body with her old friends, who probably don't even remember her pretty figure.

Oh, she was a pretty sight for most, her pretty fluffy fur, white with dark brown ears and tail, with cream-colored splotches on the rest of her pelt. Her eyes could stun any tom in place, for they were sparkling blue, which is the color that most cats love to see, at least, that is what it seemed like. The only thing that makes toms usually go away is her personality. She was too bouncy and bubbly, too excitable.

Ah, that didn't matter, she had someone already, at least, that is what she thinks.

She was in tall grass now, which gave her a perfect time to play for a little while. She was on her stomach, and sliding across the ground, and then, she jumped in the air, swiping her little white paw at the grass, pink pad skimming across the top.

She landed on the ground her feet, and shook her pelt. Daisy then snorted, for she scented something that she usually doesn't scent. It was ThunderClan, yes, she remembered, which is a shocker. But this ThunderClan scent seemed different, musty maybe? Maybe not, it may just be her imagination.

She shrugged, and followed it, sliding her pink pads upon the ground slowly and silently. She actually didn't laugh nor giggle, for she knew she shouldn't.

She then saw him-- Riddlehawk the Deputy of ThunderClan. He was a fascinating sight, not a sight that is seen everyday. And of course, Daisy being a little stupid in the membrane, she slid up closer.

Then she sprung, it was a playful spring, for he should know this for no claws were unsheathed. Her pads seemed to just wrap around his neck, and then her teeth barely biting one of his ears.

"Grr! Hehe."

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Riddlehawk hadn't seen the little she-cat, seeing as she came up his blind side. It was only once she had pounced he reacted to the sudden burden upon him. He hissed, batting her off. It was rarely that a cat ever snuck upon him. "What the....?" he was clearly confused by her actions.

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The she-cat could tell that this tom was confused, for he batted her off quite easily, but at the same time, it seemed to be kinda jerky, if you know what I mean exactly by that.

So, when she did get batted off, all she did was giggle quite a lot and sat there, a cheesy looking smile upon her pretty little doll face. She couldn't help but admire this tom; he looked like a tom who would fight any cat at any moment , but he seemed to be nice and friendly, maybe even bubbly.

She giggled again, and fell upon her back which had three cream-colored spots that suited well with her white fur. She had her front paws swatting the air recklessly, while her back paws were kicking the air. It looked as if she was wrestling the air.

She sat back up and swiped her left paw across the side of her face in a short stroke, and then licked her small pink pad before swiping it across her left dark brown ear.

"How are ya? I'm Daisy! I don't think I've seen you around these parts."

She mew'd while her pink tongue rasped around her lips.

She got back up on her four paws, and padded closer towards the battle-scarred tom. Daisy sniffed his pelt, and grinned.

"ThunderClan, I think that's what they call themselves, yes?"

After mew'ing that, she started to bounce around him, giggling quite a lot.

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