Two Bored Cats

[Sydney]

StarClan was a terribly, terribly boring place.

Yarrowfang had come to this conclusion about three moons ago.

Oh sure, it had its perks, being able to contact cats through dreams, seeing any Clan you wished, roaming the skies, and many, many other things but, it was boring.

So so boring.

Terribly boring, even.

Now, other cats may be able to deal with boredom well but, Yarrowfang was one of the cats that could not. He and his sister needed to be moving, doing anything at every waking moment, otherwise they would never be at peace. So, either they needed to be watching someone, doing something or otherwise the cats of StarClan would suffer from the two's boredom.

”There's nothing to do today, hm Nettlenose?” Twisting his long, fluffy tail around, Yarrowfang glanced idly at his orange-and-white sister, his yellow-green eyes twinkling with hidden mischief. ”We should find something to do, don't you think?” Rolling onto his back, the tom stared up at the endless sky above, laughing happily. ”Maybe we can see what little brother is up to, eh?”[/color] Pawing at the sky like a kit, the tom turned his head around so he could stare at his sister. ”Maybe he's actually being interesting, for once.” He paused. ”Get that, our Russetfang, being interesting? Ha!”[/color] Laughing, the tom rolled back onto his belly. He loved his little half-brother really but, he tended to find the medicine cat completely droll.

[[ Short, sorry. v-v ]]

[hedgie]

Bored.

So very, very bored.

Nettlenose had settled herself to repeatedly cleaning her paws, just to keep the tendrils of boredom from grasping her thoughts. she stretched out her claws and toes, licking between the little white apendeges, pink tounge flicking in and out. She lazily watched Yarrowfang as she paused, looking up from her meanigless grooming. The giner-and-white she-cat's golden eyes were glazed over, giving her a lazy, thoughtless look, but the dullness soon faded as she listened to her brother, a slightly large cat who looked like her exact copy (But only if you stood far enough away...or if you were really, really blind.). Her ears perked and she raised her long, thin body into a stiing position.

Lightning flickered in her large, round eyes as Nettlenose padded over to stand beside Yarrowfang, her eyes looking downwards, as if staring off into her former world.

"Our little brother? Lil' ol' Russet-baby? Like he'd ever do anything intersting?! He's either sleeping or sorting herbs. " She laughed. "We could always pay him a surprise visit. Scare the living daylights out of 'im. You know what I mean?" She chirruped.


"Play a good prank? We've been sitting around for ages, like good little Starclan cats. That's not us! We're pranksters, Yarrowfang! Troublemakers, master of mischeif! What are we sitting around for? We've gotta get started before it's too late!"

[Sydney]

A spark that had long been sense hidden within Yarrowfang's eyes seemed to jump to life as he listened to his sister speak. They were like one, if you really thought about it. The two completed each other's personalities and, made the perfect team. Leaping to his paws, the tom's tail lashed violently behind him, a laugh in his voice as he spoke. "Nettlenose, you genius!" Grinning, the tom tilted his head, staring down into the world below.

She was, you know.

He was certain his sister was quite the genius. He may think up the plans and the details but, she, she always had the first idea.

She was the genius behind it all, yes, he was sure of this.

Cocking his head, he eyed his sister before tilting his head upward, in a haughty way. "Well, dear sister, what are we waiting for? Let's just get on our way, who said we needed to wait until little Russetfang was asleep to visit him?" Laughing, the tom threw his head back further and took off, waving his tail behind him as if to say 'what are you waiting for?".

[hedgie]

How appealing!

If possible, Nettlenose's tail and whiskers would curled up in pure unbridled joy. Sadly, even in Starclan, that was impossible, so she settled for rocking back onto her back feet to swat at the stars, a purr rumbling within her chest, making her ginger-body shake. She landed back down on all four paws, claws digging into the ground to keep herself stable. Her tail twiteched, the closest thing to that imagined curling movement she'd pictured in her mind.

"Dear brother," she grinned, laughter almost marring her speech. "How did I not think of such a brilliant idea? you are truly the brains of this operation." Nettlenose shook with laughter, eyes shifting from one direction to the next, finally settling on Yarrowfang.

"Just imagine how surprised our itty-bitty Russetfang's going to be when he sees us waltzing around." She mewed, racing along beside him as they raced along, joy and mischeif painted plainly on their face.

[Sydney]

A rumble of laughter escaped through the tom's throat, an expression of hidden mischief and joy rushing across his face as he walked alongside his sister. "My dear Nettlenose, if I wasn't the brains, our team wouldn't be nearly half as sufficient."[/color] Grinning, the tom's whiskers twitched with silent laughter, his eyes curling up as a secret thought flitted through his head. "But then again, if you weren't the instigator, our team wouldn't be nearly as sufficient, either." Chuckling once more, Yarrowfang slid to a stop, peering beneath the cloud ground to the clans below.

Sometimes, when he was feeling especially bored, the ginger splotched tom would spy on the other clans but, most of the time his eyes were set upon his living family. It had been rather heart-wrenching to watch his little half-brother mourn he and his sister's death though, not so much his mother. She was a ditz, in simple terms, and, even though she was sad upon the twins' death, she rebounded rather quickly.

Typical mother.

Flicking his tail onto Nettlenose's flank, Yarrowfang's grin clouded over, his skin wrinjeling in confusion. "Look here, sister there are ShadowClan cats and loners all in our old Clan's camp."[/color] Peering closer, the corner of the tom's lips twisted upwards a wee bit more. "How peculiar..."

[hedgie]

Nettlenose nearly ran into her brother as he stopped, talking once again. She caught herself just in time, then stepped around to stand beside him, continuously anxious to keep moving. They had things to do, cats to visit, pranks to complete and he wanted to chat? He brow furrowed in confusion, then she beamed.

"Face it. We'd be nothing if we didn't have each other. nothing at all, and then life would be horrible and ever so boring, dearest Yarrowfang." The ginger-and-white she-cat mewed, still eager for the two to be on their way. She knew Russetfang would still be around when they go to him, but her attention span had never been very long, unless she was in the middle of a prank.

Strange cats in camp? Not her problem. They didn't look like a threat anyway. "I see 'em? ...And? What do you expect me to do? Pop down and chase them away?" She huffed, pacing. "C'mon, brother! Let's keep going. You can't lure me with a prank and then yank it away like that." Nettlenose pouted theatrically, trying to look as down-trodden as possible. Maybe this act would get him moving.

She sure hoped so. Nettlenose had no time for what other cats considered "serious business." Her business was elsewhere, and it was most definitely more important.

[Sydney]

A sharp, loud laugh rumbled forward out of Yarrowfang's throat, causing his whiskers to twitch with amusement. His sister was always an over zealous one and her typical theatrical actions tended to always give him amusement. ”Sorry sister, you know me though.” Still laughing, the tom shook his head, his tail wrapping around his paws as he peered downwards. ”I'm just so easily distracted.” Laughing, the tom brought a paw up to his whiskers, smoothing them back with little effort.

A mischievous glint shown in the tom's eyes, the corners of his lips twisting upwards. ”But no need to worry, there's out little Russetfang right there.”[/color] Directing with his tail, the ginger and white tom let a purr rumble through his throat, already content with the plans twisting in his mind.

[Short D: Sorry.]

[hedgie]

"Easily distracted, my dearest brother, doesn't even begin to describe you." Nettlenose replied, her laugh dancing through the air, a higher pitch than her brother's rumble She bounced on her paws, dancing an erratic circle around Yarrowfang, giggling and purring. If there were stars located on any part of her, they were in her eyes, which glowed and twinkled mischievously. Of course, she'd been the same as she was now when her paws only raced across the solid-grounded moors.

Anyway...Whatever.

She finally stopped moving long enough to listen to Yarrowfang speak once more. "Who said I was worried? You know I'm never worried, never bothered. You and Russet-baby are the cautious ones. You gotta take more risks, darling. Much more than you are now." She lowered her head so that it was scarily close to his and grinned.

"So tell me," she whispered. "What's the plan?"

[Sydney]

Laughing at his sister, the ginger tom positioned himself onto his belly, his tail lashing happily behind him. "Risks? Nettlenose dear, if I took too many risks we would have been dead long before our time." Laughing once more, the tom shook his head, his eyes twinkling as he did so. Grinning with hidden mischief as his sister peered towards him, Yarrowfang gestured his tail to the ground below, his fangs bearing with joy. "Now, I don't think we can hop on down there right in the middle of his day, he needs to be dreaming or something."[/color] Still grinning, the tom turned to his sister, gesturing towards their younger brother (who was hanging out with a pretty little she-cat at the moment, too. Go Russetfang!) before mewing once more.

"But, that doesn't mean we can't bother him in the day. If he starts to daydream or, we.. persuade him to daydream, we can hop on down there."[/color] He grinned. "So, I do believe we just need to dip our heads into the clouds and then, our prank has begun."

[hedgie]

She shrugged quickly, a dismissive gesture to show she wanted to move on. They were wasting time and she was...well, she was notorious for being impatient. Once a prank was suggested, she liked to get it moving. To keep it moving. To keep her entertained. If she wasn't entertained, bad things would happen.

Was it possible for cats to explode? She didn't actually know, but it felt as if she would if Yarrowfang didn't get their plan into action.

"Alright, alright. We're dead now. Nothing we can do about it now. How can we persuade him if one...he's being a flirt? and Two...it looks like he's gotten himself into a little bit of trouble." She growled to herself and paced. "He better chill out soon. Take a nap or something. Fade out mentally. Give us our chance." Her sentences were getting shorter, choppier, and rushed.

All she wanted was to have a little fun!