Subverted Expectations [C]

The sun was low and the temperature dropped little by little, uncomfortable heat giving way to a warm, breezy evening. Blackpaw trod through the underbrush, ears flicking this way and that and whiskers twitching with excitement. A bird flew just overhead, but she barely spared it a glance; she wasn't here to hunt. No, she was here to do something much, much funner. After weeks and weeks and weeks of convincing, Fogpaw had finally agreed to spar with her. She never got to spar anymore. The kits were apparently too small to spar with and she hadn't been on a battle patrol yet, and the other apprentices generally didn't talk to her much. Not that she cared. She was getting along just fine with just Fogpaw and Birdchaser. The others were annoying anyway, why would she wanna talk to them? She sniffed indignantly.

Finally, she arrived at a small clearing. Perfect. She sat down in waiting for exactly 3 seconds before getting utterly bored of that. She paced for another 6 until her pelt itched with inactivity. She even tried climbing, but with no prey to climb for even that got boring about a minute later. She stayed up on a low branch, raking at the tree with one of her paws and clinging to the branch with the other. Her swipes grew more vicious as she grew more impatient. She hissed at the tree, as if to scare it into being more interesting. Finally, when she thought she was going to die of boredom or perhaps attempt to kill the tree, she heard a twig snap and leaves rustle. She whipped around as fast as a large cat teetering on a branch can and watched with an excited look as Fogpaw entered the clearing. Wasting no time, she shimmied and leapt from the branch squarely onto her friend, bowling the sturdy tom over. Her claws were still unsheathed, though they probably didn't hit skin through all that fluff. "Fogpaw! Finally. I've been boring my tail off." Her tail swished with anticipation.

Blackpaw hissed a little as Fogpaw brushed her off and continued trotting across the clearing. Why weren't they fighting already? She itched to sink her claws into something. She'd even settle for a claws-in spar! That was generous, right? Why didn't Fogpaw seem as excited as she was? She marched after him, eyes narrowed. "What gives?" she growled, annoyed. Fogpaw may be a battle-weary murderer, but right now Blackpaw wanted nothing more than to bite him. "I came on time. Sunset." She insisted. She made sure to check the sun and everything! Her tail tip twitched as she grew more irate.

Blackpaw stopped in her tracks, wide eyes staring at Fogpaw. "Herbs??! I'm not a medicine cat. Gather on your own." She sat down firmly, ears pinned. What was he playing at? Did he have to get herbs when he fought all those cats he killed? No. So why now? She wouldn't need healing. She looked pointedly away from Fogpaw, staring daggers at some poor pine tree. Her paws began to fidget, claws flexing. Her tail thrashed, half with anger and half boredom. Oh, stars, the boredom. She looked back at Fogpaw, who was now quite a ways off staring at some plant. She glowered at him for a few moments. Soon the itch to move was too much and she was on her feet, curiosity winning out over annoyance. She loped towards Fogpaw, a steady growl rumbling in her throat. "...If this is boring I'll fight you right here, no waiting for herbs."

(roll because i forgot to lol)

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'Effect Dice' : 5

Blackpaw hissed, more out of general annoyance than as a response tp anything specific. Her whole body told her to ignore Fogpaw and just attack him. He couldn't not spar if she attacked first, right? But if she did, she worried he'd never want to spar with her again. She'd hate that; despite how utterly irritating he could be, Fogpaw wasn't half bad to hang around with. Plus, she wouldn't want to pass up the opportunity to fight with such an experienced battler. When she beat him, she could be twice as proud of herself. So, ignoring her basal instincts, she huffed with exasperation and turned her eyes to the ground.

"Just this once, Fogpaw. Like you could kill me anyway. I'm stronger than any enemy cat you've killed." She had no doubt in her mind that she was stronger. Fogpaw was a murderer, but Blackpaw was as tall as he was and probably had sharper teeth. Besides, she wasn't convinced she could die. She wasn't old, and she definitely wasn't weak, so what could kill her?

She sniffed around, claws tearing up the plants beneath her feet as she searched for any bad smells. Knowing what Fogpaw and his den smelled like, there was no way any of the herbs he was looking for smelled good. She really hoped she wouldn't need any after their spar. She didn't want to stink like Fogpaw did.

After a while of sniffing and a few more irate hisses directed at nobody in particular, she came across a tall stemmed plant with weird yellow flowers on top. She sniffed it hesitantly, recoiling at the herb-y fragrance. Ick, this was definitely medicine. She grabbed it haphazardly with her teeth, tearing the plant from the earth and carrying it over to Fogpaw. "What's this? Is it useful? It better be useful."

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'Effect Dice' : 6