A Wrong Turn Future [Adderfang]

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[atrb=background,http://i654.photobucket.com/albums/uu267/Winterfish_Summerswan/Riskmid.png] Oh, shoot. There she stood, in whatever shadows the tall tree cast. A large-ish she cat, though most of her size was attributed to height and length, not girth, obviously more than a little confused. A feather, from maybe a blue-ish bird or something along those lines, had fallen from her muzzle to rest at her paws, and was temporarily forgotten. It had been a gift for Singer's daughter, Bird, and Risk had been so sure that the tree just on the horizon was the right tree. After all, there couldn't be too many trees around here. What with everything being all covered in fields. But, obviously, it wasn't the right tree. There was no overturned orange crate..or no..was it lemons? No..oranges....but there wasn't a crate, there wasn't a pair of gray cats and a myriad of gray kittens in varying stages of development scrambling around on branches and roots. It was just some dumb tree, and it smelled kind of funny on top of it. Grumpily, Risk's bottom end fell to the ground, and she stared up at the sycamore in obvious annoyance. Stupid thing for being..the wrong tree. Stupid thing for smelling bad. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She wrapped her tail around her paws, amber eyes staring down the bark. Well, it was more like glaring, but you know...did it really matter? she was lost, and that was that. Musta made a wrong turn. Nice job, genius. Now your friends are gonna wonder why you're late..and no landmarks. Nothing. Just a bunch of dumb...plants. Grass. Something like that...Ugh! Well, she couldn't really do anything about it. There were only a few options. One, climb the tree to see where she was. Two, stay put and hope someone found her..which probably wasn't too smart...but maybe Singer or Blue would find her, and then it would be fine. Or three...run like a badger was on her tail. Obviously, option one seemed like the best choice. Sadly, Risk knew about as much about climbing as most rocks. So there was a lot of slipping and sliding up and down that stupid, dumb tree trunk. After one too many failed attempts, Risk lay in an exhausted heap at the base of her worst opponent. Well, there went the running away option. By that point, all she wanted was to lie there and wait. Wait for what, though? The energy? Her friends? A random stranger? Honestly, it didn't matter to her at that point. She was just tired and a little angry at herself. She was normally so smart, so great with directions.] So why all the wrong turns? ------------- RISK'S SPEECH RISK'S THOUGHTS YOUR SPEECH ----------------- To Anyone From Risk Word Count 428 Muse Great Thoughts Really fun. ^ ^ First post with Risk. Music A Rocket to The Moon Pandora Channel

[Fahrenheit]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Adderfang2main.png] Adderfang scratched at his neck, sticking out his pink tongue as his claws purposefully took out that annoying itch he'd been sporting for quite a bit. The darn spot was beginning to get a little sore, and as soon as he started to lower his paw, the itch came back. Although, honestly, it was starting to burn more than anything else. Fixing his leg with a cross look (because he couldn't crane his neck to bore his amber eyes into his neck, that was for sure), the GoldenClan tom had to wonder if some ill-advised cat had decided to play something on him for all the tricks he'd pulled that day. Sure, he'd maybe stuck a thorn or two into a nest, or maybe perhaps killed a beetle and stuck it in someone's food while they weren't paying attention, but hey, nothing he'd ever done warranted the itch he had now! Plus, if someone had given him the itch, they'd have to face him and his wrath. "Probably a bug or something, though," he rationalized after a moment, running his tongue roughly over his shoulder, trying to reach the irritated spot. Giving up shortly thereafter, he stood and shook his light brown pelt. "D'oh, well," he mused, running his textured tongue over his upper maw, "I have huntin' to do. Itches aside and all that." stretching out a leg and flexing his toes from the blistered pads to the tapered claws, Adderfang resolved himself to press on. Once he found something edible, he could take it back and ask Rootfrost what the StarClan was going on with his neck. Already in the endless sea of golden wheat with the sun beating down on the new and lanky fronds, the tabby tom supposed that heading for the Tall Sycamore would give him some place to start. Plus, there was shade there. And rough bark that he could rub himself against. That'd get rid of the pesky itch for sure! Or make it worse, whatever. He reached the towering tree in a matter of minutes, his powerful legs taking him there like a snake over sand. Adderfang paused when a nice breeze brushed passed his whiskers, making him squint his eyes. Wheat shaking and swaying overhead and all around him, he was almost too distracted by the sights and sounds to notice the hint of a foreign smell that the vagabond wind brought. Stiffening, he tried to crane his neck and peer out toward the Tall Sycamore, but he couldn't see anything. Frowning, he put hunting and his incessant itch in the back of mind. I wonder who's there, he thought mildly, bemused and yet unconcerned. While GoldenClan had been suffering from an intruder or intruders crossing the border, he doubted that a rival Clan cat would stupidly come so far. Eventually, the scent trail led him to the view of a she-cat whom he couldn't recognize. She was at the base of the sycamore, looking mighty steamed. Adderfang cocked an ear and tilted his head slightly to the side, intrigued. Was she hoping to climb that? Ha! he thought, stifling a laugh before it revealed him to the strange and trespassing she-cat. Weighing all the choices he could make, he decided on the one that involved a bit of action. Padding forward with a purpose, his claws unsheathing and his shoulders squaring, he put on his tough-guy face to better confront the loner (or whatever she was). "Hey, there!" he meowed a bit condescendingly. "I dunno if you knew this, she-cat, but I think you're lost!"

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[atrb=background,http://i654.photobucket.com/albums/uu267/Winterfish_Summerswan/Riskmid.png] "Hey, there!" Hey what? Slowly, eyes half-lidded in a tired stare, Risk lifted her head from the ground. Who was yelling? Gah..maybe it was one of the kits..there were too many to count these days, what with blue and Singer being such baby-makers. but..it really didn't sound like one of them. None of her friends' kits would be yelling at her like that. She was Aunt Risk to them, and they always treated her rather nice. So, it probably wasn't one of them. Which didn't leave too many options open, so she probably didn't know them at all. Her ears swiveled back, but she was still too tired to get completely out of the splayed-out position she was in. Which left her to glaring, but that was just fine. It got the message across. "I dunno if you knew this, she-cat, but I think you're lost!" First of all, she muttered, watching the tom with as little interest as she could muster. I have a name. Risk. I'd really like it if you called me that..it's only respectful, ya' know? Two..I'm well aware I'm lost. This isn't the tree I was lookin' for. Gruff, yes, but he hadn't caught her in a good mood and he was yelling at her! Had she done anything to him? No! so why was he scolding her like she was some dumb kit? Grumbling, Risk eventually lifted herself into a sitting position, still glaring at him. Seriously? Was he trying to be scary? she was probably way younger than he was and she'd had more run-ins with badgers and monsters and dogs..and all sorts of trouble..than he had ever seen on his life! She wasn't scared of him, not in the slightest. Though she didn't want to fight him, and he had those claws..Maybe it was better if she just kept her mouth shut and left. But, as usual, that wasn't going to happen. I don't even know why I'm tellin' you. It's none of your business anyways....but my friends and their kits live under this tree..not this specific tree, but a tree..and it's by a field. so I thought I was heading for the right one, but I'm obviously wrong, 'cuz their tree doesn't smell bad like this one does..and you smell like it too, you stinker. Go take a bath or somethin'. you walk around your mother smellin' like that?...But like I was sayin'...this isn't the right tree, and I dunno how to get out of here. it's all dumb plants and stinky cats. Her tongue rasped out to lick around the edges of her muzzle as she finished her little speech. She wasn't very happy to be here, obviously, and he probably didn't want her around anyway. Plus, he smelled funky. ------------- RISK'S SPEECH RISK'S THOUGHTS YOUR SPEECH ----------------- To Adderfang From Risk Word Count 452 Muse Great Thoughts Great fun! Music New Medicine Pandora Channel

[Fahrenheit]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Adderfang2main.png] "Hey, woah, woah, hey, woah. Just chill, uh, Risk?" While not very impressed by the name-calling when all he'd done was call her out on being somewhere she didn't belong, he had to give her some credence for being bold. He appreciated that in a cat, and he had to be a little lax with the stranger in consequence. She seemed to be genuinely confused, and judging by how tired she was or whatever, she must have been working up a storm. Kinking his tabby tail and giving her a quizzical look, he padded forward a pawstep or two before stopping again. Adderfang also dared to retract his claws, at the moment seeing no immediate threat. He'd just be careful to help her out instead of starting something bad. After all, that's probably what his brother would do. "Just for your information," he meowed matter-of-factly, lifting a paw to gesture toward her, "you're the one who smells here. At least to me, that is. Perspective, my misguided Risk, perspective." Chuckling, he twitched his whiskers and motioned at the tree with his brown muzzle. "And, uh, how'd you mistake your tree for this one? I mean..." he trailed off. He enjoyed teasing the loner so far, but he knew he had to be careful treading on unfamiliar territory. Twitching an ear, he went ahead with it. "This here tree's in the middle of a wheat field. Just... how do you do that?" "The name's Adderfang, by the way," he meowed. Normally, he wouldn't give out his name to a non-Clan cat, but Risk seemed spunky enough that she could handle it. Plus, he wasn't all that into the whole 'attack all you see' motto that some of his Clan mates seemed to possess. "You're on GoldenClan territory. And in case you didn't know," he slipped into his condescending tone once more, more so teasing her than anything else, "we're rather ruthless." He mrrowed laughter, and he swished his sand-colored tabby tail. In that moment, though, the itch came back like rain falling on a fresh cut. Adderfang quickly went to biting at the fur around his neck, frustratingly unable to reach the spot still.

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[atrb=background,http://i654.photobucket.com/albums/uu267/Winterfish_Summerswan/Riskmid.png] ""Hey, woah, woah, hey, woah. Just chill, uh, Risk?" Uh..yeah, Risk. My mother's choice, not mine. Course..it wasn't her first. i was Brown for a while..but that's another matter. Yes, my name is Risk. it's a little' unorthodox or sumthin'. Get over it. He seemed rather muddled by her little rant, so at least it had done her some good. The more confused he was, the less likely this would amount to a scuffle. Maybe he'd just scatter off and tell his pals some tale about the crazy she-cat he'd met in the fields. Hopefully, they weren't as smelly as he was. That would really suck for all of them, smelling that bad. He stepped forward, and she barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes, dull-colored amber eyes that really, well...who cared what her eyes did? They saw things and that was that. There went the scattering idea. "Just for your information," Oh great..now he's gonna ramble on about sumthin' stupid. Here it comes. ""you're the one who smells here. At least to me, that is. Perspective, my misguided Risk, perspective." Sure, if you say, you nutter. Risk grumbled, shaking her head. She smelled rather fine, or so she thought. Always well-groomed..well, most of the time, and really nice and fresh. He had no idea what he was talking about, obviously, so the tabby she-cat brushed the comment off with a subtle ear-flick. He just kept on rattling things off, chattering about...Hey! Wait? Did he just call her stupid..in a rather roundabout way..but still! Hey! Their tree's by a field! It was an honest mistake to make and you know it. Don't say you don't! And it's simple. I did it by walkin' towards the tree, because I thought I was goin' the right way. you really must be dull or somethin', askin' me a question like that. She knew he was just teasing, but Risk had grown up with three brothers, and had never really been able to back down from anything easily. Adderfang? And you think my name's funny? That's a weird one. you don't look anythin' like an adder to me. She snorted in laughter, shaking her head. Weird, smelly cat with his weird....smelly?...name. She fluffed her short pelt up, in the process, and listened to him as he chattered on. Geez, did he ever stop talking? At least Risk knew when to be quiet! Uh-huh. Goldenclan...ruthless. Then why can't you even beat a little itch? Big, tough clan kitty has a flea problem? Heh. Now it was her turn to tease. ------------- RISK'S SPEECH RISK'S THOUGHTS YOUR SPEECH ----------------- To Adderfang From Risk Word Count 415 Muse Great Thoughts Great fun! Music Marianas Trench Pandora Channel

[Fahrenheit]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Adderfang2main.png] He laughed again, his tail twirling and kinking to the beat of the swaying wheat plants, the ongoing breeze still making them dance their little tango. He was kind of liking the she-cat. Sure, she seemed to find some kind of joy and satisfaction out of insulting the way he smelled, but she knew how to talk to cats. And she apparently knew how to stand her ground, even though she was dealing with a stranger in an unfamiliar place. Of course, that's assuming that Risk hadn't gotten "lost" before. Adderfang was fairly certain that she was genuine, but underneath all his joking, he had to wonder. It was still a bit beyond him why he hadn't started fighting her yet. Maybe it was just because he didn't tend to run into such interesting characters. Most rogues and loners were all coyness and brawn with little to no personality. "Yeah, 'by' a field!" He jumped on her words, finding a little slip that he could use to his benefit. "This tree's in the middle of a field, dear. I'm doubting you're not so dumb as to not know your positionings and directions. He raised his striped leg again, the appendage stretching toward his neck to paw at the unbearable itch. He sighed at the relief it gave him, although he couldn't ignore how with each and every act of attention he gave the spot, the more irritated it seemed to become. "Oh, and dontcha know how to smell?" Adderfang twitched his nose like a rabbit, finding great joy in doing it because he knew it would proably illicit a response from Risk. "Since I reek so bad, can't you pick up on the odor before you come wandering into territory you don't belong on?" Pausing in the middle of his scratching, he shot the she-cat a quick glare for her comments on his name. He wasn't particularly perturbed by her thinking his name was weird; one couldn't reasonably expect for a non-Clan cat to understand the warrior naming system, but still. He was going to tell her a bit about it for the fun of it all. "My name actually has meaning, you know. I was called Adderfang because when I do this... he flattened his ears against his head and lowered his body, opening his jaw a bit so a low hiss could come out loud and clear, "... I look like a snake. But so do other cats when they do that." Straightening up, he smirked and cocked an ear. "I mostly got it because of how amazing I am." Adderfang was playing around; he wasn't that egotistical, but he had to lift himself up a bit after all of Risk's put-downs. "Hey, every cat gets those, she-cat." He referred back to what he'd called her before he knew her name, knowing it would irk her. "But besides, I don't have fleas. I think something bit me, but I don't know." Adderfang still didn't understand why he hadn't chased her off yet, let alone why he'd answered all of her questions and stood up to all of her belittlement. It was honestly just too fun. Hopefully Eaglestar wouldn't find out, though. He'd probably get upset with him for toying around for so long, but, oh, well. What he doesn't know won't kill him.

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[atrb=background,http://i654.photobucket.com/albums/uu267/Winterfish_Summerswan/Riskmid.png] Oh geez, if he didn't stop laughing, she was going to give him a reason. Make him cry, or something like that. Really now...Was it necessary to laugh that much? She wasn't even trying to be funny! Serious..Yes, she was being serious. Well, most of the time, but was it her fault that he deserved to be picked on? Silly tom was setting himself up for it. And okay, maybe she was setting herself up for his taunts, but she wasn't going to recognize her own failures. That would have been...distinctly humble. No fun at all, too. Risk liked fun every now and then, even if some of it was at her own expense. Still though, so much laughing. Was she laughing? No. Well, maybe a little...but only at him..and not as much as he was. So at least she made more sense. And wasn't that much laughter like..a sign of mental instability? So maybe he was crazy, for all she knew. It certainly seemed plausible. ...she'd met a couple crazy cats before. But he seemed kinda sane compared to them..so she still wasn't quite sure. Too confusing. Just forget about it, Silly. Crazy or not, he hasn't chased you off..and that's somethin'. Though, that in itself would have made her a little muddled had she dwelled on it. Luckily...or sadly, it depended on who's side you were on, Adderfang started talking again. Much to Risk's..."enjoyment". "Yeah, 'by' a field!This tree's in the middle of a field, dear. I'm doubting you're not so dumb as to not know your positionings and directions." 'Course I ain't dumb! Stop sayin' that. An' i'm great with my directions..and positionings and whatnot...I just made a wrong turn somewhere. I though this tree was at the edge of the field! I couldn' see the bits of dumb grass on the other side of it, bug-brain. Just a little cross, because he seemed to enjoy insulting her intelligence..or so it seemed to her...her tail flicked back and forth, unraveling itself from the position at her paws. He just kept scratching at that darn itch, and there was some sense of satisfaction in her, because he seemed to be having so much trouble with just a little thing. It was really rather fun to watch. "Oh, and dontcha know how to smell?" Well...ya', I do- "Since I reek so bad, can't you pick up on the odor before you come wandering into territory you don't belong on?" Oh, if you don' stop it.... She grumbled, shaking her head again, wishing he would stop getting under her skin so easy and bothering her. If you didn' know, I had a feather in my mouth, and all I could smell was bird, Dummy. So I ap-o-lo-gize if I wasn't exactly concentratin' on your stink. She drew out the word, staring at him and gesturing to the blue feather that lay right between them. Also...I gotta go through fields and stuff anyway if I wanna get to their tree. Not that I do..I don' go this way normally..or ever..but i wanted to give it a shot. I don' like repetitivenss and stuff. Not a bit..No sir. Mixed it up at bit, is all..and look where it got me. Stuck with you. The explanation at his name didn't give her any reason to respect it at all, and it still wasn't practical. Why would you want to name your kin after a big, nasty snake anyway? Those things were scary, not that she would ever admit it out loud. She snorted at that last bit. Amazing? Pah! And badgers had wings! A sack of rocks was more amazing..maybe. At least they didn;t call her stupid...but rocks couldn't really talk..so it wasn't a good comparison at all... But it was something. "Hey, every cat gets those, she-cat. You know my name, Adderbrain! Use it! Oh, that wasn't fair. He did know her name..he'd said it enough already. He hadn't forgotten it..or maybe he was like that bag of rocks. Kind of dull...but he could talk. Rocks could not. Sometimes..she really liked rocks. ------------- RISK'S SPEECH RISK'S THOUGHTS YOUR SPEECH ----------------- To Adderfang From Risk Word Count667 Muse More fun that a sack of rocks! Thoughts Woot Woot! Music Owl City Pandora Channel

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[Fahrenheit]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Adderfang2main.png] "You've hurt me deeply," Adderfang meowed mildly, flexing his claws into the dirt before lifting his whole arm to idly inspect the fur around his pads. "How will I ever recover?" Snapping his amber-hued gaze up to look at Risk, he allowed himself to smirk faintly, tail twitching to and fro and one ear cocked slightly to the side. He looked away, eyes directing their attention at the sycamore's trunk. "Excuse me," he laughed, padding up opposite to Risk toward the tree, making sure to keep a decent amount of space between them. He pushed his shoulder into the bark, and then he stretched and attempted to run his neck over the fine grooves. The pressure and direct attention to his sore itch immediately gave him better relief. Lip tugging slightly at the wood and revealing a white fang, he was reminded to go ahead and mark the darn thing. Scent escaping through his cheeks, he stopped after a moment, redirecting his attentions to Risk. He really wanted to touch on how she made another mishap in diction, for she basically admitted that she was blind to all the StarClan-forsaken wheat dancing and thrashing about around the Tall Sycamore. How do you not see all of this? he thought, suddenly feeling like being more judgemental than humorous with teasing. He ignored his desire, though, knowing he'd only recycle and beat down all of the fun that could be harvested from the rest of their on-going conversation. "It's a feather," he meowed, getting back to the subject at hand. Adderfang's gaze travelled to the blue shaft, the temptation of stepping on it already having faded from his mind when he was passing it to get to the tree. "But 'sides, you should be more careful about where you go, bird stink or not. You could've run into a much more dangerous individual. Not to say I'm not a threat, but I like to sap the potential out of things before I discard them. "And come on, I could've made you leaf it, you know. I understand that you gotta branch out, but don't you think that winging it can land you in a bit of a stick? Most cats in my Clan would've made you fly off. 'Cause you know that, right, Risk-taker? Maybe I should stop being so talkative and pry you off?" Adderfang stuck his tongue out slightly, chuckling a bit through the muscle even though he was doing it to stifle himself. Risk was so ripe for the jokes! She was a breeding ground for counter attacks, and the GoldenClan warrior wondered if he was uncovering a new way of dealing with loners and rogues. Because hey, if she didn't like his puns, she'd probably get so perturbed that she'd storm off. Being such a righteous and gracious cat, though, if she managed to keep him amused he'd resolve to maybe helping her find her way back home. "This stupid spot is going to send me itching to be sick-no-more!" he mumbled to himself, glancing up at the top of the tree, its boughs resolute and strong in the breezes that attempted to shake them. The dapples of light changed their shape and pattern repeatedly, the gold patches painting the ground and Adderfang's fur randomly with speckled designs. Frowning, he lifted an arm and lashed it, claws unsheathed, at the bark. His other arm followed, and he scratched at the sycamore, generating an ugly harmony of clicking and scraping noises.

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[atrb=background,http://i654.photobucket.com/albums/uu267/Winterfish_Summerswan/Riskmid.png] "You've hurt me deeply.How will I ever recover?" You ain't bleedin' so you're just dandy. Her own claws dug little ruts in the ground, purely because she could It was just the ground, really. didn't even make sense for him to be warbling on about territory and whatnot. Seriously, it wasn't even that big of a deal. Why not go wherever you wanted? It was more fun that way, and it just made sense to her. She'd never been able to stand still, a traveler on feline paws. what was he going to do, if she left just one little mark on the place? And not even a permanent one. The next rain would just come along and wash it away, if they even lasted that long. risk stayed in her one spot, sitting preferred to standing as long as this conversation continued. After all, standing was just a step under walking, which was a step under running, and she wasn't going to run anywhere anytime soon. Even if he wanted her to. "Excuse me," She watched, carefully, as he walked past her towards the tree, as he rubbed himself against it. Still battling that itch...ha. If he couldn't figure it out on his own, he was just going to stuck with it. or maybe he wasn't even that self-sufficient. maybe he had to run to someone else for help, like a kit and it's momma. It was just funny, and she couldn't help but laugh at him some more. even she was able to take care of her own itches and scratches and various wounds. she was practically an expert at it, since she'd been in so many little scrapes. Big ones, too, really. "It's a feather," Yer' a feather-brain. she scowled, just a little frustrated. She'd gotten lost! no big deal. Why did he have to keep coming back to it like he was a bird or something chatty stuck on repeat? Maybe those weirdo clan cats didn't know when to shut it. That would make sense, and it made her seem smarter, because she wasn't saying as much as he did. She liked being smarter, especially right now. it just seemed even more fun to have more brains for once..even if she probably didn't. "But 'sides, you should be more careful about where you go, bird stink or not. You could've run into a much more dangerous individual. Not to say I'm not a threat, but I like to sap the potential out of things before I discard them. I could take on you or any other individual if I wanted to, Adderbrain. I'm tougher than I look, ya' know. I fought a badger once. Or maybe it had been a skunk. it had been black and white, and bigger than her..and maybe her brothers and sisters had helped a little..and her parents. But she'd been the one to get it to come out of it's hole in the first place... "And come on, I could've made you leaf it, you know. I understand that you gotta branch out, but don't you think that winging it can land you in a bit of a stick? Most cats in my Clan would've made you fly off. 'Cause you know that, right, Risk-taker? Maybe I should stop being so talkative and pry you off?" She stared at him, watching him as if he'd sprouted a second and third head. this cat was seriously out of his mind. had he been dropped on his head as a little one? Or maybe he'd fallen out of a tree and hit all the branches on the way down. it certainly made sense, if he though he was being funny. She'd see trees who could make better jokes than those. She laughed anyway, a dry, sardonic laugh. Well, Adderbrain, this Risk-taker thinks you need to get your head checked, if you think those were a riot. I've seen better jokes come from foliage. "This stupid spot is going to send me itching to be sick-no-more!" Oh, this is too easy... She grinned, sitting up just a little straighter, amber eyes gleaming as the light-and-shade dappled her dashed-and-dotted pelt. Hey Adderbrain, she purred, holding back laughter. Maybe we can get to the root of your problem. Maybe you're just budding with bites. Eh? Sound like a plan? Or am I barkin' up the wrong tree? ------------- RISK'S SPEECH RISK'S THOUGHTS YOUR SPEECH ----------------- To Adderfang From Risk Word Count 718 Muse Thoughts Woot Woot! Music What The Hell-Avril Lavigne (Oh ya..i have that on my iPod.)

[Fahrenheit]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Adderfang2main.png] Adderfang frowned again, getting a little more serious. His eyes analyzed the bark of the sycamore but took nothing in, the details being taken in but not processed. Unsheathing his claws so they retracted back into his light brown toes, he took his weight off the side of the tree to land back on his four paws. Rolling a shoulder and flicking his tail, Adderfang looked at Risk. He fixed her with a blank stare (that was his definition of being serious and melodramatic at the same time). He blinked slowly. "I'm not doubting your strength, Risk," he meowed carefully, condescension lacing his tone. While he felt the need to be insincerely soothing, he was also trying to crack down to business. "But nonetheless, I... don't think you understand what you're up against here." Adderfang's voice got terribly smooth, and his eyes expressed a chilling mixture of apathy and others. "Regardless, that badger was either sick or you had assistance, correct?" Casually lifting his leg to scratch at his enflamed itch, he smirked. Back to his normal self, of course. "Not even a warrior trained by the most blood-thirsty of leaders from TigerClan could take down a badger single-pawed. "I know what I'm talkin' about, Ricky." He traipsed in a half-circle around the loner, tail curling to-and-fro as he went to reposition himself. Sitting down to have his back toward the rolling wheat field, he looked again toward Risk. His ear twitched. "And hey, my puns are genius. Yours are worse than crowfood." Turning up his nose, the tabby tom flashed a tooth or two before lowering his head to level with his adversary's. "This itch ain't kit's play. And hey, it's a very sensitive subject. 'Kay, thanks." His retort ended in a sharp whisper, his eyes snapping to the right and left. Adderfang was really just messing with her; he couldn't care less what people thought of it if they were to know about it. Because really, he could even get some sympathy from the she-cats, and that would be pretty sweet. If he played it up a bit... although the medicine cat would have none of that.

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