scream \ and \ shout [creekpaw]

[lily]

Faintest snow keep falling. Falling. Yeah
Hands around your waist.

Lilypaw glided gracefully through the trees of ThunderClan territory, thrusting her body with obvious control to the right, to the left. She looked so beautiful it was heartbreaking to watch. Her ginger-and-white fur blew in the faint breeze, and as she stopped for a mila-second to scent the air it blew to-wards her, lucky. She scented herbs, plenty of them by the lake shore, so she called to Creekpaw before gliding off again. She was deep in concentration about where she was going. Creekpaw was nice, sweet, and above all handsome. Lilypaw was arrogant, rude, and beautiful. Perfect, right? They would even each other out, in a way. They could have beautiful kits one day, one day, of course. Some would be ignorant yet shy, others would be nice but stubborn. All would be beautiful. She smiled, that would be a good plan.

Nameless, standing cold, standing cold.
Like a Breath
Like a Breath

Lilypaw stopped, she had reached the lake shore, and she looked around for herbs. All of them looked like plants to her, she pursed her ivory lips. Then she remembered. Oh, oh ... Creekpaw was a medicine cat apprentice, he couldn't have a mate or kits. Right. Now was a bad time for her to get angry, but her ears grew hot, and she grew defiant. Lilypaw sat down, plopping her haunches on the soggy ground with a flustered expression. So Creekpaw could never like her and she could never like him, okay. Got it. She un-pursed her lips, letting the pop! sound face into the distance as some of her anger exported faded with it. But like I said, some. She could hear Creekpaw coming, and she was prepared to put on the b!tchy facade.

[.::CreekPaw::.]

[/b] the tom trailed off, color rising to his cheeks, "I mean. . . you sat on a poppy." He began to laugh at the crushed poppy, his light eyes glimmering cheerfully.
The tabby shrugged his shoulders and blinked kindly at his companion. She was such a gorgeous she-cat, growing into a fine young warrior.

Creekpaw was never one for romance, but he did appreciate Lilypaw's beauty--and her arrogance for it showed attitude. The tom realized that he did have feelings for the female apprentice, but in a friendship like way.
He examined the crushed poppy and then his expression brightened. "Lilypaw, move your tail a bit," he bounded over closer, "I think we can still rescue the seeds, you just helped me get them out!"[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul]

[lily]

Take in restraint like a breath.
My lungs are so numb from holding back.

Lilypaw looked up as she saw Creekpaw, she made sure her face didn't light up at all. 'Oh, good job! You found a-' What? She thought, what!? Her hesitation was getting annoying. Lilypaw's ears flushed as he started laughing, 'I mean. . . you sat on a poppy.' "What?!" She jumped up off her sitting place to see a flower where her haunches used to be, and they were crushed. Am I that fat, Lilypaw thought. She was embarassed now, her ears glowing hot red. Well, w-why didn't you tell me sooner!" She complained, as if it were his fault. Creekpaw moved closer, and her entire body convulsed in the wallowig heat, she was embarrassed and in love, bad combo. Oh, well, she thought quickly. We should be friends, and she forced herself toncalm down, and she did. Though now she had this icky, hot-cold feeling. 'Lilypaw, move your tail a bit, I think we can still rescue the seeds, you just helped me get them out!' She obeyed silently, moving her tail and watching as he worked.

[.::CreekPaw::.]

[/b] he nodded to all of small black seeds. "Now we just roll up the leaf over them so they don't spill out and we can find the other things." The tom searched his memory in annoyance. But what was that we needed again? Poppy seeds and what? It took him a while, but he finally got it. Feverfew, right.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul]