Stevie's bad day. [OPEN]

Stevie, the small rock, had just awoken up from a deep sleep, nightmares re-played through his .. rock mind, but he realized that that was just a dream and the birds will still sing. But, Feet pounded on near by ground, large ones, green stuff between them , it slowly approached Stevie. Trying to turn over to his pointy side was hard, using all his might he tried, but failed, epically of course, the person just missed him, but caught his side. Forcing the helpless little soul to go flying, flying through the air. All the human could hear was a little 'AAHHH!' coming from the ground beneath and ahead. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to Stevie throughout his 450 years.

The small rock finally landed, and using his microscopic nose he smelled the area, the smell of cats, prey and many more things flew up his left nostril. And through his right, he smelled nothing because Stevie was just over coming a cold, and his right was pulled up. Wanting nothing more than a friend, the small little guy called out "HWULLO?" he shouted at the top of his lungs, but to any other species, it would be one of the softest sounds you would hear, so he shouted again "ANNYBBOODDY DERR?"

ooc- close topic.

Deathpaw was hunting mice when he thought he heared a tiny squeaky voice in the distance. He raised his head, but even with his strong scence of hearing he could make out nothing. He sighed and flattened himself to the ground and slowly moved forwards. He jumped and killed to mouse, but not before it let out a squeak. "Great! Now all the prey will be gone for ages!" He grummbled.

Tigerpaw was sneaking behind Deathpaw when he was preocupied. She pounced and landed on his back and playfully clamped her jaws into his scruff. She leapt back, "You've got to be more aware of your surroundings." She stiffled a purr of amusement. Then she heard a small voice. Kinda like a mouse.

"If you where aware you would have noticed I was hunting." He murmered grumpily. Then he sniffed. "If it was a mouse it would have run away from when I killed this one. And theres no scent nor sight. Nothing that some plants and trees. Oh and that rock." He said, flicking his tail casually in the direction of Stevie.

OOC: Imma startin the Stevie fanclub xD

(I will join! Anyway can you post windclan nursery you don't want to be at your kits birth???)

"I didn't scare it off, your just a hopless hunter!" Amusement shone like stars in her eyes.

(Ish it just me or are they more then just friends???)

OOC: Issa you. But it would be weird if she liked him and he ignored her xD. FYI he killed the mouse.

"Be quiet. Im a better hunter than you." He snapped. He walked towards the rock and began to bat it around, claws shealthed.

OOC: Poor Stevie...

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY BUTT!!" Stevie screamed at the top if his lungs, this was for-sure the worst day in his 450 year old life. Being tripped over, and being batted and clawed in the butt sure hurt. Rocks had feelings to! "MMEAAANIE!!" he shouted, this cat was huge and had pointy claws. Once again trying to turn over to his pointy side, he hoped the cat would get a chip in its pad, causing it to leave. And all he wanted was a friend, not a claw to the butt. With a great feeling in Stevie's small stomach, he shifted over to his pointy side. "Yes!"

"Eh?" Deathpaw stopped and looked down at the rock. "I swear this rock just talked!" He poked it. "Hey rock did you just say something?" I'm going nuts! Why am I talking to a rock?

"I heard it too!" Tigerpaw mewed leaping at the rock. Her delicate paws were outstretched as she battered it. "What about...?" She unsheathed a single claw and prooded it with her claw.

(That ish good idea! She likes him and he likes her just as a friends but ignores that she likes him more then a friend. Bit like fireheart/star and sandstorm)

OOC: Nothing like it. FS and SS never ignored each other

"If this rock just talked it must be alive." He whispered, trying to stop Tigerpaw hurting it. "Rock are you alive?"

(No Firestar didn't really realise. We could do that.)

Tigerpaw steeped back and jabbed the claw at her pad. "No. We are not asleep. We must be day dreaming! Rocks don't talk!" She paused. "Do they?"

"No. I am dead. WHAT DO YOU THINK!? Boy, cats are stupid." Stevie was still on his pointy side, the cats would feel something. "My mine is Stevie." he said in his cute/retarded voice.
OOC- Muse ish drained.

OOC: STEVIE!!!

"Stevie? That a er....nice name. I am Deathpaw and this is Tigerpaw." He had compleatly accepted the fact that he was nuts and was kindly ignoring the remark on cats.

ooc- Topic should be closed don't post here anymore.