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TWG : Not My Problem

Needlefur, stretched out in the warm sunlight beside the warriors den, took a deep, relaxing breath. Things were finally back to normal. He had spent at least one day in the medicine cat den, worried about his injuries. Badgergaze had kept shooing him off, telling him there were far worse cats out there and that he was going to be fine. When he finally agreed, he had gone to Chillstep where she was recovering from her heavy wounds, especially on her front shoulders. They had spent most the day sleeping side by side. The next few days had been spent with Chillstep, although he had gone down to the lake to fish with his apprentice, Brackenpaw, who seemed to have missed him quite a lot. Now, Chillstep had invited him hunting but he had declined, telling her he wanted to spend one day sunning. She'd been slightly irked by that but had instead caught a patrol heading out and left him to himself. He yawned, loving the feel of the warm sun on his belly, thanking StarClan for helping him get home to his haven by the lake, to his sister. Nothing could be better than this.

"Hey," Fastfin meowed to the brown tom, interrupting his moment of peace, "Shiverclaw asked us to go hunting, so come on."
Fastfin wasn't sure what to think of Needlefur. He's only had short conversations with him, and most of them had been excessively boring. As far as he could tell, Needlefur was the most uninteresting tom in the whole Clan.

Needlefur peered up, frowning a bit. He didn't feel bitter, just disappointed. He ran a paw over his ear and stood.
"Oh, okay," he mewed. He wished quietly he would have been able to hunt with some cat besides Fastfin. He didn't really care for the way the tom acted, the way he obviously disliked Ebonystar. Yet it was more than that. To tell the truth, Needlefur was jealous. He wished he had social skills like the ginger tailed warrior. Everyone seemed to like Fastfin, but no one really payed attention to Needlefur. Sure, he liked his solitude, but you had to wonder if that was because no one talked to him anyway.
The brown tom stretched and waited for Fastfin to take the lead. He knew cats like him liked to do that and he liked to keep cats happy.

Narrowing his eyes, Fastfin turned around with a quick swish of his tail. He was a little exasperated, being partnered with such a dull tom. The least Shiverclaw could've done was sent him on a patrol with someone more enjoyable.
"Do you care where we go?" Fastfin asked flatly.

"No," Needlefur said, trying to be agreeable, "you can choose. Unless you want me to choose, then I can but whatever you want." He closed his mouth with an audible thunk. He sounded like an idiot. He glanced away, paws shuffling.

Fastfin sighed with irritation.
"Alright, we'll go look by the DawnClan boarder and see what we can find."
He walked quickly towards the camp entrance, as far as he was concerned it didn't matter where they went, he just wanted to get it over with so he could get away from Needlefur.

Sighing, Needlefur followed, his muscles a tensing a bit. He hadn't moved this fast since he escaped from MoonClan. He didn't know why, but he wanted Fastfin to like him. He made it over tjere without too much pain. Now he just had to hunt. He glanced at his companion, wondering why he was so grumpy.
"You know," he said quietly, "if you need to vent or something, you can. I won't mind."

"I just can't figure out why I got stuck with you," Fastfin meowed, his tone sharp with irritation. He spun around and shoved his nose into the smaller tom's face.
"What's your deal anyways?! You never talk to anyone, you avoid eye contact, you're a coward, and you basically act like you're a lost kit all the time." Fastfin's fur stood on end and his pelt burned with agitation. "Seriously, Needlefur, what's your problem?!"

Needlefur instinctively flattened himself to the ground, ears pressed flat against his skull, eyes wide. He hadn't expected Fastfin to explode so quickly or violently. Still, all the things he said were true.
"I..." he didn't know what to say, "I just..." His eyes flicked over the other tom's green pools as he tried to gather his thoughts.
"I just prefer to keep to myself," He said, loosening his posture and standing up again. "I find things are more peaceful when other cats aren't involved. True, I am a coward. True, I barely fought when I got kidnapped. But It's cause I've never had to fight before. Chillstep has always been there to protect me, even when we were kits." He looked at the river just behind Fastfin's shoulder, watching it fly past in all of nature's beauty. His eyes flicked back to meet the other cat's and he shrugged, sitting down with a tall, relaxed posture.
"I guess, to answer your question, my problem is I have a sister who loves me too much. I know it sounds stupid and that other cats have it worse, but it's true and the fact that I've had such a soft like is what makes me weak."

He snorted and turned away, but, somewhere deep inside, he was he was actually impressed that Needlefur had handled it so well. Fastfin pulled away and gave the tom some room to breathe.
"You're a PebbleClan cat, hiding behind your sister isn't a very good excuse. It makes the whole Clan look bad," he shook his pelt, forcing his fur to flatten. "Badgergaze is a lot softer than Emberlight but he can still hold his own against her. Just because you're quieter than her doesn't give her the right to treat you like an apprentice."

"You're right," Needlefur meowed, "I have no excuse. It's something I have to work on. We all have something. Some of us are too kittish, some of us too agressive. Some too arrogant, too lazy, too judgemental." He slowed down on the last word, hoping to stike a chord with the warrior, possibly help him work out a few issues so they could both come out better off.

"Sounds like you have a lot to work on then," Fastfin meowed curtly before turning and stalking away towards the river before he said anything more. He could not stand being in Needlefur's presence. Just knowing he was there irritated him.
He stopped at the waters edge and looked for the rock he always fished from. Quickly spotting it, he leaped from the bank to the stone and positioned himself into his usual fishing crouch, his paws sliding into the same spots they always did and wrapping his tail carefully around the rock so it wouldn't get wet, the tip of his tail twitching with agitation.

Needlefur sighed. It was obvious Fastfin disliked him and Needlefur was okay with that. Some cats just didn't like each other. He stood and padded over to the river a ways off from his hunting partner. Best to give him some space, he thought. He leaped onto a smooth boulder that peeked just above the water. Curling his tail around one leg, he sat quietly, watching the water with large eyes. He made sure his shadow wasn't over his fishing space and readied his paw. Watching the blurred silhouettes of the fish swim by, he waited for the right moment to strike. His paw flashed in, pulling out a slick fish which he killed with a sharp blow to the head. Setting it to the side, he glanced subtly at the other tom, wondering how he was doing.

Frustration burned through Fastfin's pelt. He ran his arguement with Needlefur through his head over and over, thinking of things he should've said, and retaliations he could've used. He imagined a scenario where he was angry enough to smack the tabby tom in the face and shot his paw into the water, snagged a fish, and bit down on it's head in a swift, aggressive movement.
The truth was that Fastfin wanted to help the tom, but after Needlefur's reaction, Fastfin was quickly considering changing his mind.

Needlefur quickly looked back to the water. Had he made Fastfin that angry? He definitely wanted to stay out of the tom's way now, his timid side overruling the part of his brain that had all the wisdom in it. He wondered if Fastfin was always like this or if it was just him.
"I'm sorry," he said after much deliberation, "that I've upset you." He wondered if his apology would make the tom even angrier and subconsciously fixed himself to the rock on which he was perched.

He quickly glanced at Needlefur out of the corner of his eye, hiding his surprise.
"You don't need to apologize," he meowed flatly. "It's just who you are, you shouldn't apologize for that."

"Oh," Needlefur relaxed a bit and then realized what that meant. "Oh..." he frowned and turned back to fishing. He dipped a paw into the water, tossing a fish out and catching it in his jaws. he killed it with a bite and then tossed it onto the shore. "Maybe it's just who you are," he muttered to himself.

The flame-point tom shot his paw into the river and snagged another fish. He placed it next to his previous fish before allowing his gaze to drift back to Needlefur.
"Well, I'm done here. I'm going back to camp," Fastfin said before gripping both fish in his jaws and leaping back onto the riverbank.

"Alright." Needlefur said grumpily. "I'll just stay here a little longer." He huffed and focused on the water again. What was going on with him? He felt so gross just thinking about Fastfin. He'd never really felt this way about a cat before. Something about the way the tom hated him for just being him made him upset, like he couldn't even try to see his reasoning because there was none. He glanced up one more time and growled under his breath before snagging another fish and taking his anger out on it.

Fastfin shot the tabby an anger filled look before pushing through the yellowing plants that lined the river and darting up the bank. He'd initially thought maybe he could talk some sense into the tom, maybe find out why he was so shy and try to help him out, but it was obvious that he wasn't wanted.
Oh well. It's his loss, doesn't hurt me at all, he thought, frustration flashing through his pelt. It was no longer his problem.

-x-

So here we have Fastfin making more friends~

Rp between Rowan-Falls and myself in which Fastfin has good intentions that come across wrong and Needlefur tries to be understanding and misunderstood.

Needlefur belongs to Rowan-Falls
Fastfin is mine

Description
TWG : Not My Problem

Needlefur, stretched out in the warm sunlight beside the warriors den, took a deep, relaxing breath. Things were finally back to normal. He had spent at least one day in the medicine cat den, worried about his injuries. Badgergaze had kept shooing him off, telling him there were far worse cats out there and that he was going to be fine. When he finally agreed, he had gone to Chillstep where she was recovering from her heavy wounds, especially on her front shoulders. They had spent most the day sleeping side by side. The next few days had been spent with Chillstep, although he had gone down to the lake to fish with his apprentice, Brackenpaw, who seemed to have missed him quite a lot. Now, Chillstep had invited him hunting but he had declined, telling her he wanted to spend one day sunning. She'd been slightly irked by that but had instead caught a patrol heading out and left him to himself. He yawned, loving the feel of the warm sun on his belly, thanking StarClan for helping him get home to his haven by the lake, to his sister. Nothing could be better than this.

"Hey," Fastfin meowed to the brown tom, interrupting his moment of peace, "Shiverclaw asked us to go hunting, so come on."
Fastfin wasn't sure what to think of Needlefur. He's only had short conversations with him, and most of them had been excessively boring. As far as he could tell, Needlefur was the most uninteresting tom in the whole Clan.

Needlefur peered up, frowning a bit. He didn't feel bitter, just disappointed. He ran a paw over his ear and stood.
"Oh, okay," he mewed. He wished quietly he would have been able to hunt with some cat besides Fastfin. He didn't really care for the way the tom acted, the way he obviously disliked Ebonystar. Yet it was more than that. To tell the truth, Needlefur was jealous. He wished he had social skills like the ginger tailed warrior. Everyone seemed to like Fastfin, but no one really payed attention to Needlefur. Sure, he liked his solitude, but you had to wonder if that was because no one talked to him anyway.
The brown tom stretched and waited for Fastfin to take the lead. He knew cats like him liked to do that and he liked to keep cats happy.

Narrowing his eyes, Fastfin turned around with a quick swish of his tail. He was a little exasperated, being partnered with such a dull tom. The least Shiverclaw could've done was sent him on a patrol with someone more enjoyable.
"Do you care where we go?" Fastfin asked flatly.

"No," Needlefur said, trying to be agreeable, "you can choose. Unless you want me to choose, then I can but whatever you want." He closed his mouth with an audible thunk. He sounded like an idiot. He glanced away, paws shuffling.

Fastfin sighed with irritation.
"Alright, we'll go look by the DawnClan boarder and see what we can find."
He walked quickly towards the camp entrance, as far as he was concerned it didn't matter where they went, he just wanted to get it over with so he could get away from Needlefur.

Sighing, Needlefur followed, his muscles a tensing a bit. He hadn't moved this fast since he escaped from MoonClan. He didn't know why, but he wanted Fastfin to like him. He made it over tjere without too much pain. Now he just had to hunt. He glanced at his companion, wondering why he was so grumpy.
"You know," he said quietly, "if you need to vent or something, you can. I won't mind."

"I just can't figure out why I got stuck with you," Fastfin meowed, his tone sharp with irritation. He spun around and shoved his nose into the smaller tom's face.
"What's your deal anyways?! You never talk to anyone, you avoid eye contact, you're a coward, and you basically act like you're a lost kit all the time." Fastfin's fur stood on end and his pelt burned with agitation. "Seriously, Needlefur, what's your problem?!"

Needlefur instinctively flattened himself to the ground, ears pressed flat against his skull, eyes wide. He hadn't expected Fastfin to explode so quickly or violently. Still, all the things he said were true.
"I..." he didn't know what to say, "I just..." His eyes flicked over the other tom's green pools as he tried to gather his thoughts.
"I just prefer to keep to myself," He said, loosening his posture and standing up again. "I find things are more peaceful when other cats aren't involved. True, I am a coward. True, I barely fought when I got kidnapped. But It's cause I've never had to fight before. Chillstep has always been there to protect me, even when we were kits." He looked at the river just behind Fastfin's shoulder, watching it fly past in all of nature's beauty. His eyes flicked back to meet the other cat's and he shrugged, sitting down with a tall, relaxed posture.
"I guess, to answer your question, my problem is I have a sister who loves me too much. I know it sounds stupid and that other cats have it worse, but it's true and the fact that I've had such a soft like is what makes me weak."

He snorted and turned away, but, somewhere deep inside, he was he was actually impressed that Needlefur had handled it so well. Fastfin pulled away and gave the tom some room to breathe.
"You're a PebbleClan cat, hiding behind your sister isn't a very good excuse. It makes the whole Clan look bad," he shook his pelt, forcing his fur to flatten. "Badgergaze is a lot softer than Emberlight but he can still hold his own against her. Just because you're quieter than her doesn't give her the right to treat you like an apprentice."

"You're right," Needlefur meowed, "I have no excuse. It's something I have to work on. We all have something. Some of us are too kittish, some of us too agressive. Some too arrogant, too lazy, too judgemental." He slowed down on the last word, hoping to stike a chord with the warrior, possibly help him work out a few issues so they could both come out better off.

"Sounds like you have a lot to work on then," Fastfin meowed curtly before turning and stalking away towards the river before he said anything more. He could not stand being in Needlefur's presence. Just knowing he was there irritated him.
He stopped at the waters edge and looked for the rock he always fished from. Quickly spotting it, he leaped from the bank to the stone and positioned himself into his usual fishing crouch, his paws sliding into the same spots they always did and wrapping his tail carefully around the rock so it wouldn't get wet, the tip of his tail twitching with agitation.

Needlefur sighed. It was obvious Fastfin disliked him and Needlefur was okay with that. Some cats just didn't like each other. He stood and padded over to the river a ways off from his hunting partner. Best to give him some space, he thought. He leaped onto a smooth boulder that peeked just above the water. Curling his tail around one leg, he sat quietly, watching the water with large eyes. He made sure his shadow wasn't over his fishing space and readied his paw. Watching the blurred silhouettes of the fish swim by, he waited for the right moment to strike. His paw flashed in, pulling out a slick fish which he killed with a sharp blow to the head. Setting it to the side, he glanced subtly at the other tom, wondering how he was doing.

Frustration burned through Fastfin's pelt. He ran his arguement with Needlefur through his head over and over, thinking of things he should've said, and retaliations he could've used. He imagined a scenario where he was angry enough to smack the tabby tom in the face and shot his paw into the water, snagged a fish, and bit down on it's head in a swift, aggressive movement.
The truth was that Fastfin wanted to help the tom, but after Needlefur's reaction, Fastfin was quickly considering changing his mind.

Needlefur quickly looked back to the water. Had he made Fastfin that angry? He definitely wanted to stay out of the tom's way now, his timid side overruling the part of his brain that had all the wisdom in it. He wondered if Fastfin was always like this or if it was just him.
"I'm sorry," he said after much deliberation, "that I've upset you." He wondered if his apology would make the tom even angrier and subconsciously fixed himself to the rock on which he was perched.

He quickly glanced at Needlefur out of the corner of his eye, hiding his surprise.
"You don't need to apologize," he meowed flatly. "It's just who you are, you shouldn't apologize for that."

"Oh," Needlefur relaxed a bit and then realized what that meant. "Oh..." he frowned and turned back to fishing. He dipped a paw into the water, tossing a fish out and catching it in his jaws. he killed it with a bite and then tossed it onto the shore. "Maybe it's just who you are," he muttered to himself.

The flame-point tom shot his paw into the river and snagged another fish. He placed it next to his previous fish before allowing his gaze to drift back to Needlefur.
"Well, I'm done here. I'm going back to camp," Fastfin said before gripping both fish in his jaws and leaping back onto the riverbank.

"Alright." Needlefur said grumpily. "I'll just stay here a little longer." He huffed and focused on the water again. What was going on with him? He felt so gross just thinking about Fastfin. He'd never really felt this way about a cat before. Something about the way the tom hated him for just being him made him upset, like he couldn't even try to see his reasoning because there was none. He glanced up one more time and growled under his breath before snagging another fish and taking his anger out on it.

Fastfin shot the tabby an anger filled look before pushing through the yellowing plants that lined the river and darting up the bank. He'd initially thought maybe he could talk some sense into the tom, maybe find out why he was so shy and try to help him out, but it was obvious that he wasn't wanted.
Oh well. It's his loss, doesn't hurt me at all, he thought, frustration flashing through his pelt. It was no longer his problem.

-x-

So here we have Fastfin making more friends~

Rp between Rowan-Falls and myself in which Fastfin has good intentions that come across wrong and Needlefur tries to be understanding and misunderstood.

Needlefur belongs to Rowan-Falls
Fastfin is mine