“So! What do you think Starclan wants us to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“You think they’ll send us on some kind of quest?”
“I don’t know.”
“I wonder if we’ll have to leave the forest for a while. Oh my stars! That would be intense! What if we have to go to the Two-leg place? Or the mountains! They did that long ago! Oh! What if we had to go to the old territories?!! You think that could happen?”
“I don’t know! Third times the charm. There’s no point asking me, I don’t have any kind of idea what Starclan wants! I don’t really want to know.”
“What? What do you mean? Come on, Crescent! Up your dukes! We could be going on a journey for all we know! Imagine that, heh! The five of us, victorious, noble warriors returning with the scars of battle! Just imagine it!”
“I am. It’s giving me a headache. Look can we just get to Shadowclan already, the sooner we get those three mollies with us, the sooner you’ll get your precious questions answered. And don’t call me Crescent!”
“Why not? You call me Rowan?”
“No I don’t. You tell me to call you that, and I tell you that’s frog-brained.”
“You still could call me Rowan? I wouldn’t mind! We’re friends after all.”
“Ugh! I would, and do, mind. So I’m not doing it.”
“Oh... well alright! If that’s what you want to do. So what do you want me to call you then?”
“You know my name, don’t you?”
“Heh heh, alright then, CrescentMist! ... So how far is Shadowclan from here?”
“Not much further. Say I have an idea. You like games, don’t you?”
“Oh! Well duh! Of course! Every cat does! Why?”
“How about we play the quiet game?”
“...I’ve never heard of that.”
“Oh it’s really fun. We take turns not saying anything. Whoever lasts longer wins.”
“Pfft! That doesn’t sound fun at all... That’s not even a game!”
“Grrr! I’m sure if you tried it you’d...”
“Oh! Back in Thunderclan, the apprentices always like to rough house a little before training! My sister and I would always pounce on each other and try to throw the other off! It was great!”
“Sounds ‘great’. Well in case you haven’t noticed, we’re not apprentice- ARGH!”
“Ha ha! Got ya, Crescent!”
“Get off of me!”
“Come on! You haven’t even tried to push me off yet! Show me your muscle, man!”
“I’ll show you my claws if you don’t get off!”
“That’s the spirit! But you’ll have to get me off first!!”
“You little... Get... your... paws... off... me... now!”
“If you tried throwing me off you could make me! You aren’t even trying, bud! I haven’t even moved once!”
“... You are not trying... right.”
“Ugh!! Just get off already!”
Another amazing art commission @dawnmist-designs completed for me!! Thank you so much!
This time we have my OCs RowanBark and CrescentMist heading to gather the chosen cats for a mission. RowanBark takes a moment to have a little fun, to the anger of CrescentMist.
Rowan is always trying to have some fun with the other chosen cats, he really wants to make friends with them. Especially Crescent since they are the sole two toms among the five. Unfortunately, Crescent has never been much for Rowan’s sense of humour. It doesn’t stop Rowan from trying though! He wants some friends!
There are two reasons Cresent doesn’t just claw at Rowan. For one, he knows deep down that Rowan’s actions are just the innocent playing of a mouse-brain. It would be too pathetic to attack a cat just because they’re an idiot who don’t know their own strength. He only has to take one look at Rowan’s silly grin to know he means no harm. Therefore, Crescent just growls and snarls at him until he gets off with a beam.
The second reason: that Thunderclan Tom has some remarkably strong legs.
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