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Private RP between Callykitten's Rubblenose and my Salmonmask

The sun slowly made it's way over the treetops, allowing it's bright shine and warmth to wash over every plant, rock and living creature in the harsh marshland that Shadowclan called home. There was no doubt of it, the day was going to be absolutely perfect, with almost no clouds on the sky, slight breeze cooling down the otherwise burning hot land. With little to no trees to protect and cast shadows, most cats did their best to stay in their dens, or by the streams.

But not one of the she-cats, a very largely sized pale she cat was laying in the grass, stomach towards the sun. A quiet low purr was heard coming from her direction, as her bright blue eyes were sloppily closed. Salmonmask was her name, and she loved lazy days like these. Many cats didn't like her because of her slight trait of liking to lay off from work, but she didn't mind. She had loved sun since she had been a kitten, and would continue to enjoy it 'till the end of her days. There was one thing she enjoyed more, and that was the stars. Or as the clancats said, the 'Silverpelt'... Salmonmask failed to understand the concept of Starclan fully, but she respected it greatly, and wanted to gather more info about the ordeal. Especially if those shiny dots in the night sky were involved. She'd love for someone to explain it all to her, one day. But she didn't have much friends yet, no way to ask anyone... She didn't want to bother anyone with silly questions like that.

Flicking her ear when she heard footsteps approaching her, her purring quieted down and she blinked her blue eyes open, rolling back onto her stomach and sitting up, starting to clean her paw and with that her face. She glanced towards the direction of the voice, and saw a few of her clanmates, meowing a happy 'good morning' to them. She enjoyed being here, more than she did at the barn... For now, at least.

But the cats hardly paid any attention to her, unless she was put on a patrol... But Salmonmask always failed to hunt. She had a good sense of smell though, she was a good patroller, at least she thought so! But what about the other cats? She wasn't that different from others, was she?... She couldn't control a sigh, as she went back to cleaning her wonderfully silky and beautifully coloured pelt. Tajga had understood her, Tajga had been her friend. But Salmonmask had been selfish and never even tried to find her sister... But had her sister ever done the effort to do that either? She had waited and waited on the edge of the barn but the twoleg never came to pick her up. Up to this day she still wondered what she had done wrong in order to anger the twoleg so much that he didn't come back to get her... But her mother should be proud, she had started a life of her own, and she had successfully lived a long life all on her own! And it was still going on. Sometimes Salmonmask confused herself with her deep thoughts, so she shook her head, and cleaned her ears. Life could be better, but then again it could also be worse. Salmonmask liked it this way.

'Darling, huh?' Rubblenose thought to himself with a little hidden grunt, finding a small hint of arrogance to the voice. Or maybe Salmonmask really was that nice and just gave off that goody goody vibe to her. He expected all felines, especially females, to act in such a way, so he was really unimpressed with Salmonmask at the time. She had a queen's presense to her, and Rubblenose certainly felt showed up by her. It kind of annoyed him, and felines who wore such a nice coat and talked in such a regal way was sure to lack humility. But he had to be sure he didn't jump to assumptions so quickly, so he pushed those thoughts to think about at a later time.

Would you like me to help you clean that pelt up? You look a bit messy"


He answered her request to clean his rugged fur; he was a bit embarrased, but being raised in a junkyard, didn't really care about hygene. At least his name suited him at the moment, for he certainly did look like a big mass of fur and rubble. "Thanks for the offer, but I think now it's impossible to clean my fur." he grunted with a little hint of humor in his voice, his tail looking like a blob of leaves and fur. "But if you're up to the challenge, have at it." Rubblenose shrugged, flicking the tip of his tail her way. Salmonmask probably thought he was some sort of beast; her fur was so silky and plush looking, and his was quite the opposite. Was he jealous? Perhaps. He was more of a cat that focused on the inside and what strength a feline posseses than the fur, so really, he didn't care. Rubblenose most likely bored her. So he tried to strike up a conversation based on what she said about daytime being far too hot to be out. "Daytime is quite hot, especially for you, with such plush fur. It is for me too; you must be a fan of the night." Rubblenose meowed casually, trying to get out a knot in his chest fur, a quite thickly furred part of him.

Rubblenose watched Salmonmask as she worked her way into cleaning her fur, while Rubblenose himself kept on biting a burr out of his chest fur once more; yes, that's what he was doing. Simply grooming himself. He was actually surprised when he actually saw his stripes. "Wow. I haven't seen those stripes in moons." he joked with a little purr, accepting the complement of his stripes with gratitude. Not everyday was he told he was pretty. Rubblenose had a rugged look to him, and even though he was never motivated to clean his fur, he still appreciated looking nice. "Your pattern is very pretty too. Along with your eyes." Rubblenose meowed in a smooth tone, surprised that the complement didn't come out awkward for him. He was merely returning the favor; yes, that's what he was doing. Rubblenose never liked his eyes; they seemed dull and boring to him. He really didn't like himself. But hey, what was he to do. Rubble was stuck with himself. Salmonmask had a reason to be proud, now that Rubblenose thought.

"True, it's quite hot already... That's why I like swimming. And nighttime... I absolutely adore the stars, and the stories of Starclan. Even though I can't really fully get a hang of the whole deal..."

The concept of Starclan was very intriguing to Rubblenose, and his ears perked up at the mention of them. It was a bit perplexing, and almost seemed impossible, but that explains what the stars in the sky was. And the stream of them, Silverpelt, that also explained it. Maybe not in the most realistic way, but hey. "Starclan, Starclan. The stars are very brilliant, aren't they? Starwatching is pretty cliche, but even I can't help but gaze at them at night." Rubblenose admitted with a lofty sigh, imagining them in his head already. His tone had a feminine side to it, and he quickly covered it off with a low cough. "I don't doubt it, though. How else do leaders get nine lives?" he asked her in a matter-of-fact tone, offering a little smile.  After a little pause, he also put something in. "Oh, and about swimming, I like water. I'd probably sink like a rock though."

Once again, Rubblenose accepted Salmonmask's complement modestly but meekly, nodding to her in thanks as she went on grooming him once more. Such flattery was a tad bit overwhelming to Rubblenose, and though it was only 2 complements he counted, he still appreciated her kindness. He found the air of their conversation a bit awkward, however, but whatever. He pushed that out of his thoughts as well, and focused on other things. Like Salmonmask. Salmonmask really did have sterling blue eyes, and they were hard not to notice. Trying to return the favor, he tried to be poetic like her. "Your eyes seem to resemble the streams you seem to enjoy swimming in. They're very full of intellegence." he tried with an uncertain smile as he quickly looked away, up at the sky once more. The sky also seemed to resemble her eyes. Unlike Rubblenose's. He felt as if he just simply blended into the background of the swamp, but he never spent time feeling sorry for himself.

"The stars are amazing, indeed. I love to stargaze, just to think about all kind of things... Nighttime really gets ones thoughts running. It's kind of surreal. I don't doubt it, or their power, I just can't really... grasp it being true. But I believe that it's possible. It's a nice thought, that someone would be watching over us and loved ones would always be present"

Salmonmask was an interesting cat, and Rubblenose listened intently and nodded as she spoke. Who knows if it was true or not. Mystery of the unknown; and Rubblenose embraced that, and took intrest in it. "We'll all know the truth one day." Rubblenose meowed in a low tone, imagining his pelt to be starry, clean, soft, and shiny. Wouldn't that take a miracle. But as Salmonmask purred, "Nice and clean!", Rubblenose looked down at his tail and he was very impressed. Salmonmask had a lot of grooming practice, however. He waved his tail around, not really knowing what to say. He didn't speak, however, for Salmonmask spoke up once more.

"And when I was still living with my family and the twoleg, they taught me to swim. It's quite nice and useful, and it feels nice to your paws after a long day of standing around. We should go to some stream one day"

"I bet it does. Occassionally I'll tread water, but not where I can't touch. I'm a wimp like that. I'd rather be high up some where, being able to see everything around you, all the nature and sky. When I was younger, I would climb a trash heap or an old abandoned monster at the junkyard and feel on top of the world." Rubblenose explained, remembering the exhilarating feeling. He would look down at the shiny trash he'd collected, or the neat stones or snake skins he'd found. That reminded him; was that collection still at Carrionplace? It was an impressive sight. Perhaps he'd show Salmonmask at a time. "Er, thank you for helping me out with my fur. I'd return the favor, but I think you have it covered." he laughed a bit, gesturing at her flawless fur. He thought guiltily on how to return the favor, but wasn't sure how. "Would you like to share a snake I caught? Or perhaps any prey, if you don't like snake?" Rubblenose asked her, expectancy in his eyes. He didn't know if she wanted to go anywhere, so he didn't ask.

(OCC: It's quite alright, my response is kind of late, too!)

Poetic? Rubblenose laughed deeply, a short, modest laugh, and shook his head slightly. He never considered him a poetic tom. One to appreciate beauty in things, but not poetic in his thinking process or talking. He never considered himself much of a talker, let alone a poetic talker. So her compliment took him aback that one would think that, especially one poetic herself. But he accepted it like he did with the others.

"Oh, like climbing a tall tree? I like climbing, like reaching the sky! I would've loved to see one of those... trash heaps, and 'monsters'"

Rubblenose couldn't imagine Salmonmask climbing. The fae seemed like a cat that would like to be on the ground, one of the earth, so to speak. And swimming, he could see her do that too? But climbing? And even stepping foot in a junkyard? She certainly didn't belong in such a place of rust, dust, filth. He wouldn't stop her from going if she ever wanted to go, however. 'Would've?' Rubblenose thought to himself with a little perplexed expression. So she'd never been to a junkyard? Well, a big junkyard? It didn't surprise him. He didn't even like going. But there was pretty things there, diamonds in the dirt. Like a pile of items he'd hid in Carrionplace; if anything he'd suspect she'd like to see, it was that. She seemed interested in everything. That was just the expression she had, inquisitive eyes. Her voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"Snake? I haven't eaten snake before, I could definitely try if you want to share! Maybe we should go hunting sometime. I need a lot of practice, I'm kind of clumsy and loud with my steps..."

Many females got squemish around reptiles, he couldn't see her trying snake. He wouldn't stop her, though. But the hunting problems, he could see. A semi-twoleg raised cat such as Salmonmask probably wouldn't be used to hunting. Rubblenose wasn't the best at hunting either, with his lack of smell for musky scents that most rats had and rodents, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. He was used to the terrain of Shadowclan, though, being in it almost since it's beginning. He could help her, if she'd let him. "We could hunt after the snake, if you'd like. And in Carrionplace, if you'd also like to see trash heaps and monsters. You get to try all sorts of new things today." Rubblenose suggested to her with a little shrug, trying to hide growing excitement in his voice as he thought about showing her all the things he amassed. He didn't suspect her to steal any of the things he had. It was up to her, though, and Rubblenose quickly added, "if you'd like to, Salmonmask."

Rubblenose also pushed himself up to standing as Salmonmask stood and stretched. It seemed she wanted to know about everything, to try everything, and it was rather amusing to Rubblenose. He saw the junkyard as just an old place he grew up at, filled with some trinkets but mostly rats and ruin. And a snake was just, well, a meal. Salmonmask seemed to look at things with brilliance you could see in her eyes, and it was quite admirable, yet he couldn't grasp onto it. 'Maybe I'm too much of a pessimist.' he thought to himself with a small eye roll and a shrug of sorts as he trailed after Salmonmask. She seemed to have gotten ahead of Rubblenose from her excitement that seemed to emit a kitten-like eagerness to Rubblenose. Endearing, it was, though Rubblenose would never admit that or say it out loud as he picked up his pace to walk beside the older feline. But he ended up getting ahead of her! Even though he tried to hide it, he was excited too, and he couldn't deny it. For a moment he actually sprung, a skip in his step, but he stopped that immediately and simply walked to sit by the fresh kill pile, a little embarrassed.

He cleared his throat, resisting the urge to lick his chest. "I always put the prey that I catch, prey that I favor, anyways, in the middle. That way it'll stay kept warm by the prey on top, and out of the dirt by the prey on the bottom. Plus, other cats will think it's a bit older and take a different piece." he explained to her with a clever little smile, not looking up or back as he dug up his snake. Setting it on the ground, he neatly settled all the prey back to its' original place in the fresh kill pile. He liked things neat and orderly. That's what his old living place was like, in both junkyards. Just because his fur usually wasn't clean, doesn't mean he didn't like other things organized. "Snakes are chewy, which is why I like it. And they're crunchy, too, because of all the bones, and there's usually a crunch in every bite. Watch out when you swallow it, though. Those scales make for a bumpy way down your throat if you swallow it wrong." Rubblenose advised her with giddiness showing in his voice, which he noticed himself and covered up immediately. "W-well, I'll just let you try it for yourself." he meowed casually, pawing at the snake and his tapped his tail on the floor of the camp. For no reason or for growing anxiety, he hoped no one would be able to tell. But Rubblenose, he'd never admit that he was excited. But he was. And everyone knew it.