HELP! CrAzY Bored! [Finished]

[{Otter}]

((Hawkfang?))

For StarClan's sake, where was Hawkfang when he needed him?!

The dark chocolate warrior stopped pacing and threw himself onto the frosted ground with a "humph". A shiver rippled along his side where the frost began to soak into his sleek but short fur, and he pushed himself back up to his paws and began to pace again. What was wrong with Ottersplash? He was bored.

Swimming wasn't an option anymore, not this leafbare. The river was far too cold for even Ottersplash to imagine swimming in--he'd gotten his taste of that a few days earlier. I'm lucky I didn't catch whitecough, a very small corner of his mind thought. Moonwing would not be very happy with him if he got sick so early into leafbare.

There were no butterflies out this time of year, and all the leaves had fallen, and most of the squirrels were hiding, and those that were not needed to be hunted, not chased. So what was there to do besides sit around or hunt? Nothing! He hated leafbare.

And where was Hawkfang? Ottersplash's grumpy mind turned on his good friend, one of the few warriors in the Clan that would lay down a good part of his dignity and play with him. If there were butterflies, Hawkfang would chase them with him. If there was freezing water, Hawkfang wouldn't let Ottersplash dive headfirst and get himself killed.

Ottersplash padded over to the warriors' den and poked his head inside. Nope, no Hawkfang. He felt like a little kit searching for his mother, but...gah! He didn't know what else to do. Ottersplash did not handle boredom well. If he was bored, he got grumpy. And he hated being grumpy.

"I can see my life flashing before my eyes," he mewed quietly, gazing up at the cloud-covered sky in solemn horror. "Destined to be trapped in this camp for endless moons. Newleaf will never come! Greenleaf will never come! I will be cursed to hunt and fight and never chase another butterfly as long as I live. Hawkfang, where are you? We must fight this boredom!"

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The journey back to RiverClan territory was…cold, really no other way to explain it. Hawkfang half wondered if he’d be able to feel his paws by tomorrow. Maybe not until Greenleaf; he couldn’t decide if that’d be a good or bad thing, though. A few times, the thin warrior accidently smacked the rabbit against an odd stone, which had absolutely no place being hidden in the snow. At least the dead creature was frozen, though, and the stone rarely did any damage. Try that any other season and a cat may find itself with bruised prey and some disgruntled elders.

He did finish the trip in decent time, though, having encountered a shiny piece of metal halfway through. The rabbit prevented him from bringing the metal along. When Hawkfang entered camp, Ottersplash was gazing up at the sky, muttering to himself, and the brown warrior frowned slightly. Ah, yes, Ottersplash. One of the few warriors (actually, maybe the only one) that thought one could swim in the river during Leaf-bare. All the same, Hawkfang had become friends with Ottersplash. It was a strange friendship, considering their personality differences, but Hawkfang didn’t have too much problems simply laying aside his calculating, arrogant ways and messing around. In a sense, Ottersplash kept him sane.

So why was it he sometimes found himself questioning the others sanity?

Hawkfang grinned, padding over to the fresh-kill pile to drop off the hare before approaching Ottersplash, “Bored, I assume?” he mewed; he figured Leaf-bare didn’t hold many excitements. No butterflies, a frozen river, no good border fights because cats would be fools to fight over borders with half empty bellies.

[{Otter}]

So distressed was Ottersplash, and so intent upon gazing mournfully up at the sky, that he didn't even hear Hawkfang approach. He began to mutter to himself a bit more, so that he doubtlessly sounded like he'd lost his ever-loving mind. Boredom could do some crazy things to a cat like Ottersplash. It was not until he heard Hawkfang's words that he realized his friend was standing right behind him, and with a yowl of surprise Ottersplash sprang straight into the air and spun around to face him, eyes wide and fur fluffed up.

"You startled me, Hawkfang!" he mewed cheerfully as his friend's familiar scent flowed in around him. Mixed with that scent was rabbit, dead rabbit, so clearly Hawkfang had had success wherever he had been....wherever he had been! The moorlands, right! Maybe Ottersplash could go there some other time...chasing rabbits might be fun, even though he was just about one of the worst runners the forest had ever given birth to.

The rush of his scare sent adrenaline pumping through his body, and the dark chocolate warrior dropped down on his front paws like a dog. His tail lashed from side-to-side as he sized up his Clanmate, and a small, playful growl rumbled from his throat. Without warning (or, at least what Ottersplash considered to be without warning), he sprang forward, paws outstretched to ram the dark tabby and knock him over. If there were no butterflies to chase and no rivers to swim in, wrestling with Hawkfang was the next best thing!

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Hawkfang chuckled as Ottersplash le tout a yowl and sprang into the air, so that he came down to face the warrior. Ottersplash’s cheerful mew let Hawkfang know the warrior found the slight…fright perfectly acceptable; not that Hawkfang had known Ottersplash to become very angry over such a thing. The other warrior dropped to his front paws much like dogs Hawkfang had seen with Twolegs would. He raised one brow slightly as a playful growl issued from Ottersplash’s throat and then his friend sprang forward.

Before Hawkfang could dodge the playful attack, Ottersplash’s paws had made contact and the other tom sprawled onto his back. The warrior’s eyes glowed as he scrambled up and leapt away from his friend, but the raised eyebrow was gone, and the seriousness…poof. He grinned goofily, tail lashing side to side, though it was with an emotion far from irritation. Oh, yes, wrestling with Ottersplash would be quite fine. He needed to take his mind off other things, anyway.

[{Otter}]

Yes! Always count on Hawkfang to have a good time...at least most of the time. When the "good time" did not include dumb decisions or life-threatening situations, at least. Ottersplash uttered another playful growl as he found himself connecting to his fellow warrior, and the two tumbled around on the ground for a moment, until swift Hawkfang leaped away and started to lash his tail. He was into it, Ottersplash could tell, and the goofy warrior's pale yellow eyes lit up jollily as he pranced backwards, out of Hawkfang's reach.

"Whatcha gonna do, Hawkfang?" he mewed teasingly, circling his friend as he released a mock growl. "You're hemmed in on all sides by ShadowClanners. We're fighting for the moorlands. Everything's depending on you. Whatcha gonna do?" He felt just like a kit teasing another kit, dreaming about future battles and warriorship. Ottersplash had never cared much for real fighting, and he'd never been able to build up the battle-fury that made other cats affective fighters, but he knew most other warriors loved that feeling, so he figured Hawkfang did, too. The dark chocolate tomcat sprang forward, claws sheathed and unthreatening, in an attempt to tackle Hawkfang to the ground. Ottersplash may not be much of a fighter, but he was bigger than Hawkfang, if much slower and less agile, and sometimes he could win in wrestling matches with this warrior. Sometimes.

((Wow, I think these posts are going to be short, haha ^.^))

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Ooc: Shortness, woooh.

Bic:
Hawkfang blinked as Ottersplash spoke, unease flooding the tom for a moment. But he was able to put to the smile back on, the spark back in his eyes. No other cat could see his new unease when it came to the threat of the battle- he said the threat, with hope that the Clans would back down, reconsider. But cats were hungry for territory and often did not back down. Ottersplash sprang forward and the warrior side-stepped swiftly, managing to avoid Ottersplash, though if he had been a split second later he’d find himself on the ground again.

With a growl full of mock menace, Hawkfang took his turn, leaping at Ottersplash with his tail streamed out behind him. Perhaps he’d win this wrestling match against the larger warrior; hopefully, no other cats would come out and comment. As stated before, Hawkfang could set aside all his seriousness, but it was still awkward to be found wrestling like a kit when you were a warrior. Besides, Hawkfang didn’t want to be looked down upon as a cat unable to take things seriously, in and out of camp. Maybe his friend didn’t mind being viewed as a jokester by some, but Hawkfang only wanted that to be part of him, not all.

[{Otter}]

To Ottersplash's excitement, he found Hawkfang getting right back into the playfulness, and the dark chocolate tomcat watched as his friend slowly shed his pretenses and dignity in order to have some fun. It was always nice when a cat was willing to do that--every warrior needed some fun every now and then, and Ottersplash was always more than willing to be the provider.

Hawkfang attacked now, with that speed and agility Ottersplash had none of and could only dream of. The larger warrior found himself attempting to dodge, but unable to do so, and he found himself knocked off his feet as the smaller warrior rammed straight into him. The two fell to the ground, Hawkfang on top of Ottersplash, and the larger warrior found himself pinned to the ground for a moment. "No ShadowClan warrior will get the best of me!" he mewed cheerfully, and with a cheerful growl the dark chocolate tomcat set his hindpaws against Hawkfang's narrow chest and, with a quick inhale and a tensing of his powerful hind legs, attempted to fling the smaller warrior straight over his head and scramble up to his paws. There were no other warriors here to see their "epic" battle, which Ottersplash figured was a good thing for Hawkfang. Ottersplash, himself, had little dignity to injure, but Hawkfang was a better warrior than he, and cared more about the respect of his Clan.

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Ottersplash attempted to dodge, but it was too late. The smaller warrior rammed into his friend and they fell to the ground; Hawkfang pinned Ottersplash down, grinning for a moment, before the other cat spoke cheerfully and let out another play growl. Ottersplash’s hindpaws made contact with Hawkfang’s chest and the brown warrior was flung off and away from his friend. Hawkfang landed on his side and he stood slowly, watching Ottersplash.

His mind traveled for a moment; the camp seemed abandoned. Where was everybody? Was he really one of the two warriors with nothing else to do? But, oh well, he was young; he deserved a moment to slack off, a moment to regain feeling in all his limbs. Hawkfang flexed his not so impressive shoulder muscles before running straight at Ottersplash, dodging to the left at the last moment, hoping to confuse the larger tom so that he would find himself unbalanced and Hawkfang could hook the other’s paws out from beneath him. It was a move he found easy to pull off at times, unlike moves that needed brute strength and nothing else; Hawkfang wasn’t weak, but his strong points were his speed and agility.

[{Otter}]

Oh, ho ho! So Hawkfang was getting into it, was he? Ottersplash saw him coming from a mile away, regardless of how fast his friend ran, and was so proud of himself when he spun to the right, set his base, and prepared to withstand the smaller warrior's attack. But no...it was not to be. With a mewl of surprise Ottersplash saw Hawkfang jump away with that crazy rabbit-like agility, and the dark chocolate warrior swirled to the left in an attempt to "defend" himself. "Nice try-" he began, a little stunned, and then he found his paws...simply pushed out from under him, and he fell with an "mmph" to the ground. He fell hard and stayed put, releasing a fake yowl of pain before closing his eyes and going as limp as possible. Hawkfang didn't always fall for this, but sometimes, just sometimes, Ottersplash could fool his friend and bring forth that warrior-like worry that such a responsible cat as Hawkfang often seemed to be feeling. That was fun, at least for the one playing the prank.

Ottersplash forced his breathing to become ragged, then took a secrety deep breath and began to hold it. As he was a lover of water, the warrior had an impressive set of lungs and could hold his breath for much longer than other warriors, so that always helped this little prank. The only problem was his twitching tail...he was too eager to see Hawkfang's reaction to keep his tail still, something that was nearly impossible for him. Still...maybe. He chuckled inside.

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Hawkfang’s chuckle cut off as Ottersplash let out a yowl of pain. The other cat’s breathing became ragged and then stopped. “Ottersplash?” the tom mewed tentatively, stepping forward, his blue eyes round with worry. How could Ottersplash be hurt? He hadn’t done anything! Unless…oh, great StarClan, what if Ottersplash had hurt himself earlier and Hawkfang had stressed him? The young warrior’s eyes flashed with panic for a moment; he was too concerned with the welfare of his fellow warrior too notice Ottersplash’s tail.

Now, Hawkfang leaned over his friend, brows furrowed together, “Ottersplash!” he repeated, slowly stretching out a paw and poking the larger tom’s side.

One would think that, after having the trick pulled on him before, Hawkfang would’ve become more aware; but worry always replaced common sense at times like this and his mind was already flooded with others thoughts. He simply couldn’t fit in the one trying to kick its way in screaming, “It’s a trick, you mouse-brain! Jump on him!” Besides, Ottersplash was known to do…less then intelligent things. It really wasn’t extreme jumping to conclusions that Ottersplash had hurt himself somehow and the all for fun wrestling match had strained the wound.

[{Otter}]

A soft pressure on his side as Hawkfang poked him, and Ottersplash barely held in a purr of amusement. Maybe he ought to feel bad for worrying Hawkfang like this. Maybe he should be thinking of the fact that, the more he goofed off like this, the less likely it would be for Hawkfang to believe him if he ever was hurt. But Ottersplash didn't think that way. He lived in the hear and now, and he lived for fun.

When Hawkfang seemed to be satisfactorily worried and unruffled, Ottersplash allowed breath to flood into his creamy white chest, gasping as hugely and loudly as he could manage in an attempt to frighten Hawkfang. Moments later he sprang straight to his paws and pounced on Hawkfang, hoping to pin the startled dark tabby to the ground. "Great StarClan, it's a miracle!" he yowled loudly, so that any cats in the camp could hear him. "Hawkfang, I'm okay! Look how healthy I am!" he gave his friend a soft and less-than-painful bite on the ear to prove his point, chocolate tail lashing in humor. His little play-dead act seemed to work an awful lot. Perhaps he should use it in battle one day. Heck, with the way things were going between RiverClan and ShadowClan, Ottersplash knew he'd have a chance to try it out pretty soon.

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Suddenly, Ottersplash’s chest expanded as he took in breathe and then he let out a huge gasp that caused Hawkfang to start, fur bristling. Before the warrior could properly react, Ottersplash leapt up, yowling so loud Hawkfang knew any other cat in camp could hear. Maybe even those a little bit outside of camp could hear his friend’s yowl. “Ott-“ he began, but Hawkfang was unable to finish, due to the fact that he hit the earth and was pinned, breathe momentarily leaving him.

Ottersplash gave him a soft bite to the ear and Hawkfang grunted, “Get off you great lump. You’re going to squish me.”

How could he have fallen for that move? It was basic! One of the first Hawkfang had learned how to avoid- not only that, but it wasn’t really the first time he had fallen for it. One of these days, he’d catch Ottersplash with his own trick. No point if Ottersplash would laugh, though, Hawkfang thought, frowning, though he didn’t mean to. There was no fun in playing a cat’s own joke on him if they would just laugh- foxdung! Why did there have to be cats who could take a joke around?

[{Otter}]

Very few others would be so calm after what Ottersplash had just done. Warriors who were less fun than he would have been furious and embarrassed. But Hawkfang? He simply growled for Ottersplash to get off.

"Eh? What's that? Get off?" the dark chocolate warrior repeated loudly, as if he couldn't hear. "I'm gettin' a bit old, Hawkfang, you've gotta speak up!" With that he yawned and stretched out on top of his smaller friend, trying to put as much weight into his own body and squish his buddy even more. "I gotta stop eating so many fish," he mewed languorously, rolling over onto his back and, in the act, accidentally rolling right off Hawkfang and into the muddy ground with an "oof". "I'm gettin' fat."

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Hawkfang let out a light whoosh of air as Ottersplash yawned and stretched. Oh, yes, the chocolate brown warrior was getting fatter. Hawkfang could tell; last time he had been pinned like this, it hadn’t felt like ten cats. More like eight…nine. Ottersplash proceeded to roll onto his back and right onto the ground. The smaller tom leapt up immediately, his back fur containing streaks of mud. That, mixed with the still playful gleam in his eyes, made the tom look slightly demented, “Oh, I must agree. It is time to lay off the fish,” Hawkfang’s whiskers twitched, “How about you try catching a rabbit sometime? The amount of time you’ll spend running after it will make up for all the extra food you’ve been eating.”

Hawkfang padded closer and poked Ottersplash’s stomach, whiskers twitching. Great StarClan, what a sight it would be, Ottersplash attempting to hunt on the moorland…he just seemed too big and slow to belong there. Not that he didn’t appreciate Ottersplash’s strengths; the tom certainly did. He appreciated the strengths of most cats within RiverClan, after all.

[{Otter}]

Even Ottersplash realized he ought to be less pudgy and get a bit more lean and powerful. He wasn't much of a warrior, and he was already so bad that he didn't need the extra weight to haul around with him. At the mention of chasing rabbits across the moorland, the energetic warrior leaped straight to his paws, sending mud flying everywhere (although no onlooker would be able to see the mud on his own pelt, as his fur was already so dark).

"Moorlands! Let's go!" he mewed brightly, tail lashing eagerly as he trotted off towards the camp entrance. Surely Hawkfang would follow, eh? Glancing back over his shoulder, he mewed, "You can show me your skills, Hawkfang. I know you're the best rabbit-hunter in RiverClan. There's no doubt about that." There really was no doubt about that. Most of the RiverClan warriors were big and bulky. Ottersplash, when not so pudgy, was on the smaller size of most RiverClan cats, and even he was as slow as molasses across land. No, he liked swimming.

Even Ottersplash, who thought little of strength or fighting, envied the ability to run like Hawkfang. How would it feel to be so sure-footed, so light on one's feet? It certainly didn't help much in swimming or close-combat battle, but Hawkfang's size gave him a lovely advantage over bigger, slower cats. Heck, maybe Hawkfang could teach Ottersplash a thing or two about running.