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Sablepaw hummed to herself, her paws working the snow at her paws into a ball, the way the snow stuck to itself was oddly pleasing to the snowshoe-calico. Lately she’d been depressed to find out her brother had fled to NightClan though she knew she wasn’t the only she-cat to be stung by his absence. The young she-cat’s heart ached for Subtlepaw. She couldn’t imagine what it was like to be engaged to one tom but love another… Though it seemed fate was on her side today, sitting not too far away was Deathpaw. It was risky to mess with the sovereign’s little prince but she couldn’t resist the temptation. Without a second thought, Sablepaw sent the snowball flying right towards the dark tom.
Deathpaw leaned against the side of the tree, staring into the distance with a far-off look in his eyes. There were far too many cats around for him to be himself, so instead of relaxing, the dark tom adopted a brooding look. This role was becoming easier to play every day, even if he didn't particularly enjoy it every time. His sister was off his back for now, and he hadn't royally screwed up in a while.
Wham! He was interrupted mid-thought by a snowball that flew square into his cheek and knocked his head to the side. Deathpaw's cold gaze fell upon Sablepaw and his mouth twitched. A war waged inside of him, a great temptation to play the game, but it wouldn't be proper. But what was proper? What should he say? Something cool, something to catch her off guard, something.... something.
"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" The snowshoe she-cat challenged, a mischievous glint gleamed in her strange blue-yellow eyes as she regarded the princely tom. Nothing about her demeanor gave the slightly indication that she was afraid of him or even intimidated. Granted, she should of been, especially if Wintrystar had been around to see that or, if Deathpaw was even remotely anything like his mother. Then again Sablepaw had never really put much care into what others thought of her. Deathpaw was an apprentice the same age as her and as far as she was concerned he was fair game, especially now that she had just declared war.
He had made it this far without slipping up, but he had barely said a handful of words. Only a sentence. How many more was she going to tease from him? Too many and he would slip up, and his family would never forgive him for making another mistake. Oh, his brother would shred him, he had been too insolent already, and Pomegranatepaw would be disappointed too. Wait! That was the solution, he just had to act like Reapingpaw.
Deathpaw dropped his chin and looked at her balefully. "I'm going to skin you and hang your body from a tree so the foxes can nibble off your frozen toes."
