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"The sun stopped shining when Morningfrost died."
.:: || GENERAL || ::.
Name:
Vixenkit | Vixenpaw | Vixenfire | Vixenstar .::. Nicknames: Vixy
Meaning:
Vixen- named by Kestrelflight in honor of Sorrelfox; for her pelt
-star standard for leaders.
Sex: Female
Gender: She-Cat (She/Her/Hers)
Attracted To: Toms
Born: April 13, 2014
Apprentice Ceremony: Sept 1, 2014
Warrior Ceremony: Feb 1, 2015
Leader Ceremony: tba
Clan: SunClan
Rank: Warrior
Mentor: Silversoul
Apprentices: Viperstrike
.:: || PERSONALITY and DESCRIPTION || ::.
ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC NEUTRAL
A chaotic neutral character follows her whims. She is an individualist first and last. She values her own liberty but doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. She avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions. A chaotic neutral character does not intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy. To do so, she would have to be motivated either by good (and a desire to liberate others) or evil (and a desire to make those different from himself suffer). A chaotic neutral character may be unpredictable, but her behavior is not totally random. She is not as likely to jump off a bridge as to cross it.
{Kind} {Insecure} {Ambitious} {Observant} {Impatient} {Sensitive}
A compassionate and empathetic cat, Vixenfire is a good listener and always tries to help others when they have problems. She's very generous and sweet.
A confident she-cat, Vixenfire knows her strengths and weaknesses and doesn't have trouble standing up for what she believes in.
She's very hardworking, and wants to be known for generations. She wants to make an impact on the world.
Like her grandfather Deathsong, Vixy is very observant and notices things most don't. She is a good secret keeper because of this.
especially when it comes to food.
Vixenfire feels things more strongly than most do, and a lot of times her emotions have a huge impact on her decisions -- which isn't necessarily a good thing.
Pelt: Plush dark sable fur with darker point markings.
Breed: Mix of domestic longhair / shorthair
Eyes: Intense Blue with dark freckles
Voice: Meow
Scent: Sage and Mint leaves
Battle: She prefers not to, but can
Hunting: A great huntress.
Scars: None
.:: || HISTORY || ::.
.:: Kithood ::.
-Born with Morningfrost and stillborn Muddykit
-Her father disowned them and their mother
-Her mother adopted Frecklewish's litter (Cottondust, Dandelionstem, Milkpaw)
-Her mother adopted Tornkit, who later died during the Great War.
-Left camp with Emberlight to move to PebbleClan, was brought home after nearly losing Morningfrost in the river.
-Camped out at the abandoned Twoleg Den during the Great War.
.:: Apprenticeship ::.
-Her father accepted her and has become a part of her life
-Was apprenticed to Silversoul and began her training.
-Became closer to her friend Ringpaw.
-Became good friends to her uncles Springthorn and Russetmoon.
-Her sister Milkpaw was killed by a train
-Her younger siblings were born in December
.:: Warriorhood ::.
-Got her warrior name along with her sisters
-got Viperpaw as an apprentice
-forest caught fire
-stopped a fight between Scorpionfang and Fallenstar ;; had a falling out with her father
-Went with Morningfrost to save their mother and littermates from the Shelter.
-Returned home to find a forest in shambles
-Went on the journey to catch up with the rest of their Clan
-Got to the new territory
-Viperpaw became a warrior
-Dreamstar took over; Momo and her went to warn SnowClan and got caught by them
-Dreamstar killed Morningfrost
-Fought in the battle
.:: || RELATIONSHIPS || ::.
.:: Mate and Kits ::.
|| n/a||
|| Kits .::. n/a ||
.:: Immediate Family ::.
Father: Fallenstar
Mother: Timidbreeze
Littermates: Morningfrost | Muddykit
Other Litter Siblings: Falconscreech | Scalewing | Silkleaf | Thymestep | Windcrest
.:: GrandParents ::.
Paternal: Deathsong, Icebreath
Maternal: Bravenight, Rosie
.:: Other ::.
Patchstar's Line | WhiteKnight Line | SkyWish Line
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.:: Friends ::.
.:: || ROLEPLAY || ::.
Because I'm always busy with other Guild things, I don't always respond quickly!
Time-Zone: Mountain (Salt Lake City)
Notes: Are fine, but I may take a while to respond
Facebook: Preferred! Note me for my info.
Text: Preferred! Note me for my #.
Skype: I'm never on
Comments: They get buried easily! I may take a while to respond.
.:: || TRIVIA || ::.
* Fave food is rabbits, like her father.
* She was based off of my OC, Nothing.
* Her Human Name is Vixen, she goes by Vixy.
* Hogwarts house is Slytherin.
* Derse Dreamer ;; Mage of Time God Tier
* She is Right Handed.
* Theme Song: Flare - Homestuck (Vocals by Horizon)
Vixenstar belongs to me PatchyFallenstar / Nixhil
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Shivering from the cold, Vixenpaw was about to give up and head back home before she heard pawsteps approaching her from the other side of the border. A SnowClanner! If her pelt wasn't sticking to her sides like glue due to the rain, it would have stood straight up in the air as she thought of her encounter with another Clan cat.
Who was coming towards her? An apprentice? A warrior? Echostar himself? Her ears flattened and her claws slid out instinctively, she backed up under a fern, hoping to conceal herself underneath it and hide from her could-be opponent.
"W-who are you!" she called out, trying to imitate her sister Morningpaw. "Show yourself!"
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Bigpaw's blood froze as he heard screams of terror came from some sparse vegetation on the Snow-Moon border. "I'm Bigpaw, don't worry I'm here to help," He mewed authoritatively, moving forward with quick steps in fear of the worse. The screams before sounded like a murder scene was going on, and this cat sounded like they were in quite a lot of fear themselves. Perhaps a fox had come and they just slipped away with their life fading fast?! Oh, his mind was racing as he scampered forth to greet the fern.
Placing one of his large paws down into the fern to reveal the cat, Bigpaw's eyes scanned the being for wounds, and sighing with relief as no blood was seen he allowed the fern to spring back up. "May I ask who you are?" He mewed with a tilt of his head.
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Help? An Other-Clanner? Vixenpaw had only heard stories from the Great War, so she wasn't sure if such a thing were even possible, but here he was, a large cat--though probably young enough to still be an apprentice, pulling down the fronds of the fern she'd hidden under. She stayed put though, just in case it was all an act.
"I'm...Vixenpaw," she mewed. "Are you going to slice me open?"
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"Slice...?" He mewed, looking around the barren slush field for signs of a fox or traitor or something that could have made this cat paranoid. "That's a ridiculous idea. What happened to you?" He mewed, giving her a paw to help her up.
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"I...I got in a fight with my dad, and I came out here to cool off," she frowned, taking the stranger's paw and getting to her feet. "Thanks, um..." she waited for the tom to introduce himself.
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"Hm, that's a shame to hear. I'm sorry to say, however, I have no ground when it comes to the topic of parents. As I said before, I'm Biggie- Bigpaw." He mewed, stumbling a bit on his name as he attempted to fight off a old habit. "Would you possibly like to walk with me? We could speak about your father and see if we can help you see a different light." He mewed, stepping back to allow the she-cat by.
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"Right, right, sorry," Vixenpaw flattened her ears in embarrassment--she'd been so anxious about all of this, she completely forgot he already told her his name. "I think...right now, I just need to get my mind off of things. Why don't you tell me about yourself? I hope it's not rude if I ask, but what did you mean by 'no ground' when it comes to parents? Surely you have some?"
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The fiery pelted tom dipped his head, staying close to the she-cat to support her in her moment of embarrassment, "You seem cold... Would you mind if we share warmth? I would feel terrible if you got sick." He mewed, knitting his eyebrows in worry.
"And as you wish, we don't have to speak about you for now. I have no grounds because I don't know who my father is and I never bothered to speak with my mother. I'm a former kittypet." He mewed with a stoic tone, as though the facts were everyday.
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"Oh, uh, s-sure," the sable furred apprentice didn't want to be rude, scooting over a bit to allow room for the large SnowClanner.
"A kittypet, you say?" she tilted her head curiously. "My mother was once a kittypet, I think. Or, something along those lines...before she came to MoonClan, that is."
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Bigpaw gave a warm smile, "Great," He mewed, filling in the space Vixen had created mindlessly and snaking his tail towards her back. However, the moment was swept away as the fiery pelted tom stopped to warm up his paws. Ah, he could just feel a nasty case of frost bite coming along to nip at him, Bigpaw though dully. It happened often to the cats who lived in snow it was practically an every day occurrence.
"Yes, I believe that is the term. And interesting... Perhaps we knew each other?" He laughed lightly at the notion; like a she-cat of Vixenpaw's pedigree would have a mother who belonged to twolegs related to those who farmed for kits. A silly notion indeed...
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"Maybe, but I don't think so," Vixenpaw mewed, "Mama was taken to MoonClan as a tiny tiny kit, so I don't think you would have met her. She's older than you, after all...but maybe she knew your parents. Who knows though!" the sable apprentice had no idea of the kind of background this SnowClanner had, and assumed all kittypets were basically the same in the regard of where they come from. She didn't have the slightest clue.
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"My parents, or rather my mother at least, is very aged. Who knows, perhaps your mother is my sister. My mother is old enough for that to be likely." The ginger tom said with a light laugh and shrug. Although in reality it was possible, and the thought he was this apprentice's uncle made him shake with anxiety. He didn't want to be an uncle, especially to a cat older than him, he wanted to befriend this fine apprentice but the prospect of being a relative made him stop in his tracks again.
Coming back to reality, Bigpaw pretended to warm up his paws again, his body felt weak and his pupils were slowly returning from being pinpricks, but he laughed nervously and closed the distance between them again. "Would it be all right if we were to speak about something else?"
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Would you like to do an RP between Spring and Vixen?
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Sure! Let's do it ;u;
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Sticking his head into the Apprentice Den, Springpaw looked around for his niece, well she was more of a sort of mini friend to him, niece sounded so distant and formal.
He'd promised that when she was an Apprentice he would show her some of the things that he'd learned, and in return she could tell him about what she'd learned.
Everything had been a bit of a rush after the Ceremony though and he hadn't really had a chance to see her yet, at least not when she had a free moment, but he'd heard from her sister that she was about.
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Vixenpaw was stuffing some extra feathers from a thrush she had chosen for her lunch into her nest. She was practically oblivious to all that was going on around her as she focused on the task at hand, apprentices coming and going from the den was pretty common, so she didn't notice Springpaw as he poked his head in.
Getting her claw stuck on one of the twigs, she tugged at it, which unfortunately pulled out a chunk of her nest instead of freeing herself. "Mouse dung!" she hissed under her breath.
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"There you are" Springpaw grinned, happy that he'd found her finally and wouldn't have to keep looking, he headed over, glancing down at the brownish feathers that she was patting into her nest, "What's that?" He asked, curiously, wincing slightly when she caught one of her claws on a twig, for some reason the idea of tearing a claw really sent shivers through his spine, so he glanced away just in case Vixenpaw had done just that.
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Vixenpaw swirled her ear towards the voice before she turned and noticed that her friend and uncle Springpaw was standing beside her. "O-oh, I was trying to uh, make my nest more comfy but..." her ears flattened dishearteningly. "I just messed it up instead."
Her claw was still stuck, and she tugged at it again, a bit more timidly. She was afraid she'd tear it if she did it herself. "Can you help?" she asked, looking at the white speckled tom. "I'm stuck."
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"Sure," Springpaw moved carefully forwards, examining the claw where it was still caught on snagged piece of twig. Lifting his paw carefully, he placed his paw on the twig and attempted to slowly move it, as he felt Vixenpaw's claw catch, he stopped, putting his nose against the twig instead to keep it in place, he used his paw to guide her claw out while pushing.
"Okay?" He checked, a little less edgy about it, now that he'd helped her get it out.
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Vixenpaw moved her paw away from the twig carefully, checking to make sure that it was indeed free before retracting her claw. She felt a sigh of relief escape her mouth before she realized she was even holding her breath, giggling slightly out of embarrassment, she smiled. "Thank you! That was more of a problem than it's worth."
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"Nothing wrong with worrying about snagging your claw" Springpaw assured her with a shudder, some cats just seemed so brazing about it, and thought he was the weird one for making a fuss, he was glad Vixenpaw wasn't jumping out of her way to snag her claws either.
"So I've been trying to find you for the last few weeks" he told her with a grin, "although I expect you've been out training with your Mentor, who are they again?"
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"Silversoul," Vixenpaw smiled, still getting the excitement of butterflies in her stomach as she once again rehashed the fact that she was an actual apprentice with an actual mentor. But that was beside Springpaw's point, he said he'd been looking for her. Vixenpaw tilted her head, wondering why. "Did you need me for something?"
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"Oh yes" he nodded, "I was just talking to one of her new Kits..." he paused to remember the name, "Berrykit I think, nice kit, talks a lot though." He refocused back on her, remembering his reason, "Oh yes, well when you were still a Kit you said that you'd like it if we could show each other some of the cool things we'd learned, I was just wondering if you wanted to find a clearing somewhere and have a go?"
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"Oh yeah!" Vixenpaw bounced excitedly, suddenly also remembering her promise. "Silversoul is taking a day to be with her kittens and help Frogsplash out so today is perfect for us to do that! Let's go!"
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He nodded cheerfully, leading the way towards the Fallen Tree that marked the exit to the Camp, "So what sort of stuff have you been learning?" He asked, as he knew that lessons and their order could vary from mentor-to-mentor, Lostpaw for instance had been taught to fight a lot younger than he had.
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"Well, mostly it's just been a lot of the basics," Vixenpaw admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed that she wasn't at Springpaw's skill level. "I've been practicing my hunting crouch every day, and I think it's pretty good...but my battle skills are not so much." her ears flattened as she admitted it.
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"The hunting crouch is a good place to start" he assured her, seeing that she seemed a little worried and embarrassed about what she'd learned, "it took me a little while to get mine right, can I see yours?" He asked, pretty sure that Vixenpaw as his Kin and the daughter of the Leader would probably have the thing perfect by now, she was related to two pretty amazing Cats after all.
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"Oh, uh, sure!" Vixenpaw felt a surge of embarrassment as Springpaw asked. What if she didn't meet up to par with his standards? What if he expected more of her than what she could do?
Though she had practiced her hunting crouch til she'd gotten it down pat, as the sable furred apprentice took the position, she could feel her legs shaking. Her chest fluttered; Springpaw was going to notice! She needed to stop shaking! He'd think poorly of her if she talked a big game but fell short of what he expected. Digging her claws into the ground, she formed a very poor hunting crouch, her muscles all too tense and her balance completely off. Her tail was fluffed up even more than usual.
Dear StarClan, would he notice?
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Springpaw was a little surprised how frightened she suddenly seemed, and he hoped that he hadn't said anything that had upset her - he sometimes wasn't quite sure when he said things like that, but he'd been really careful around his nieces.
She'd gotten into quite a good hunting crouch, it would be very good if it wasn't for the tenseness of her muscles and the amount of shaking she was doing. Was she worried about her crouch not being good enough? Did she think he'd judge her? It was the only explanation he could think of.
"It's okay, you just need to relax, it took me almost a moon to get everything right, and this is only your first moon as an Apprentice, you have almost half a year to get everything right so you shouldn't have to worry about getting it all right by now."
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"R-really?" Vixenpaw asked, turning to look at her uncle. Her muscles visibly relaxed as she listened to him soothe her, and she realized that she was worrying over nothing. Of course Springpaw wouldn't judge her--he was kinder than that. The sable furred she-cat let out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding.
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He nodded, "that's much better" he approved, checking her hunting crouch, before dropping down into his own beside her, focusing on a leaf a short distance away, and pouncing forwards at it, rolling onto his back with it in his paws like a Kit for a few seconds before letting it go and flipping back onto his legs, beaming at Vixenpaw, as he nodded to another stray leaf that had fallen from the Canopy above - all the leaves were starting to turn yellow or red now and seemed to be falling off the trees.
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Vixenpaw looked up, there was yet another leaf drifting towards the forest floor. Still in her hunting crouch, she bunched her muscles and sprang up, catching the leaf in mid-air, moving it to her mouth before landing neatly on her paws again.
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"Well that was pretty impressive" Springpaw blinked, truly meaning it, "see what did I say," he recovered, giving her a playful nudge, "You'll make a great Warrior, I'm never wrong about these things, I'm a good judge of character," he puffed out his chest in self-congratulations.
Who said Timidbreeze had to be the only one that had a good head on her.
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Vixenpaw wondered briefly if he really was; since he was around Lostpaw all the time, according to her mother Timidbreeze, the dark colored she-cat was bad news. Could that mean Springpaw was actually a really bad judge of character...or was Lostpaw actually a really good cat?
"You are?" She phrased the question in the most innocent way possible however, the leaf fluttering out of her mouth and to the ground as she spoke.
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Springpaw had distracted himself by pouncing on another leaf and almost missed her question, "Huh?" he glanced back, "Yeah, I mean I'm pretty sure I am, at least I know I'm not wrong about you," people always questioned his judge of character, his mother had even pulled him aside the other day to tell him just that, she seemed to think the reason he wasn't nice to Dovepaw was somehow Lostpaw's fault, which wasn't true at all.
He tilted his head at Vixenpaw, wondering why she was asking the same question.
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"Hm, okay then," Vixenpaw nodded, content with the answer. "Is Lostpaw a 'good character', then, too?" The thought that she and Lostpaw were in any way similar was absolutely bewildering to the red cat. She'd never met Lostpaw, due to her mother basically forbidding it, so the only way she would find out would be through Springpaw.
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Springpaw tilted his head, his large ears leaning slightly at the angle, as he considered both Vixenpaw and her question, "Of course she is," he broke his concentrated and thoughtful look on Vixenpaw, and smiled again, "I mean not in the conventional way, but..." he smiled, he wasn't sure quite how to put it into words, "She can be mean and horrible, don't get me wrong, but then she'll patch it all up again by getting annoyed and saying something stupid and equally nasty, before getting upset, she's just hard to read I think."
The only reason he knew what she meant by everything was because he'd spent so many moons around her, "she doesn't like to be bossed around, so I think she reacts badly when Cats try to tell her what to do, and she'll never pay you a direct compliment, it's more that she'll excuse you from an insult."
He flicked his tail, "Don't worry, I don't expect you to have to go out and like her, she's a grumpy she-cat at the best of times, and that's just who she is."
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Vixenpaw nodded at her uncle's explanation. "My mama says to stay away from her, but my grandpa Deathsong is her mentor, and he hasn't said she's bad. Just grumpy, like you said. I wonder why she's such a grump," the sable furred she-cat flopped on her side, suddenly thinking of a few of her own friends. "I don't get why anyone is a grump. It's not hard to be nice to others!"
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Springpaw shrugged, lowering himself down into a resting position beside her to make it easier to talk, "I think some Cats are just born grumpy, mum used to say it was because they slept on the uncomfortable part of the nest when they were younger, so the comfier a Queen makes her nest the nicer her Kits will be," he didn't necessarily believe this was true, but it was a good story all the same.
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"Well that's too bad for them," Vixenpaw huffed, "But they should still be nice to others!" she clawed at the air dramatically as she made growling noises. "Grump grump grump grump grump!"
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Purring with amusement, he patted her head with his paw, "Between you and me, I prefer it when Cats aren't grumpy too, but don't tell Lostpaw that, she might take it personally," he twitched his whiskers with a grin as he pulled back again.
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Vixenpaw made a distinct "O" shape with her mouth, before closing it and placing her paw over her muzzle in a "I wont tell" gesture.
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"Thanks" Springpaw smiled, before lifting one paw to his throat, "because if you did, there's only one thing that would happen to me," he comically drew one of his front toes across his nose and made a sickening sound, before dropping down to the ground, purring, to let Vixenpaw know it was only a joke - he wasn't sure Lostpaw would do anything like that, she'd be angry sure, but he didn't see it as amounting to anything more than that.
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"She'd do that to you?" Vixenpaw loomed over the downed Springpaw, her ears pricked anxiously awaiting his response. Her whiskers twitched, and she felt one brush against his fur which sent an odd tingling sensation on her muzzle, and she flinched back in surprise before bursting into a fit of giggles.
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"Oh no not really" Springpaw assured her, purring with amusement, "Lostpaw's more talk than anything else." He blinked in confusion when Vixenpaw suddenly flinched back then burst out laughing.
Was it something he'd said? He smiled along with her, not wanting to look like he hadn't understood a joke, then realised that not knowing what was so funny was overpowering his need not to be embarrassed, "What's so funny?"
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"Sorry," she managed to say between giggles as she rolled around, "My whisker touched your face and it tickled!" She continued to laugh, though she'd heard what he'd said--and was glad that Lostpaw wouldn't hurt her uncle. Not for real.
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Springpaw smiled, running over to tickle her further with his own whiskers, laughing in the process himself, as he felt the weird twitchy sensation on his nose that Vixenpaw must have felt too, she was right, it was a weird feeling, it made him feel a bit like he was going to sneeze, and not sneeze at the same time.
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Vixenpaw squirmed whilst laughing, hooking her paws--claws sheathed of course--around Springpaw's head and biting his fur gently in forms of play. "Stop that! I'll fight you!" she managed to say in between giggles.
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"Oh you will, will you?" He purred with amusement, lifting up his head - with a bit of an effort, Vixenpaw was still smaller than him, but she'd grown since she was a Kit - he lifted her off the ground.
Playfully pulling at her tail with one of his front paws in an attempt to get her off, shaking his head a little in the process, still laughing.
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Laughing as well, Vixenpaw held on for dear life, despite Springpaw's 'violent' shaking. She slipped a little, without claws her grip was limited. "Yes, I will! And I'll beat you up!"
This time she did slip, and she wriggled on the ground, pawing at her uncle's face.
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