To Sing a Song

[Amberstar]

Oh soft fishies, covered in dew, I lost my poor marbles when somebody stewed!! wailed a black tom at the center of the camp. The young former apprentice of the leader, keeping the senile (but not yet quite old) tom company, covered his ears and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth.

It's meatballs, you old loony! He yowled over October's terrible singing, but his expression was amused. He flicked his tail, hoping others wouldn't find him /too/ crazy for hanging around with the orange eyed ebony tom. Soon, we're going to have to boot you from the clan from your horrible singing! He said with a laugh, giving him a playful nudge. He'd grown older, and a slight bigger... Just around the corner from being turned to a full warrior. But he was put out of commision from the new cat, Giddykit, whom he'd grown jealous of ever since he laid eyes on the tom.

Ever since then, he'd been a slight reclusive from the rest of the clan, but by no means depressed. In fact, he'd grown a humorous side from hanging around with him too long. He padded out from the small weeds that lined the cracks in the grey stone at his feet, walking by the waterfall to cool him off. October lay on the cool stone, gently humming an out-of-tune version of 'cow jumped over the moon'

[Shadow Spirit]

OOC: The current posts are in the thread "And life goes on..." care to transfer there after this? XD Lillystar is currently talking to Oddeyes and Hawkeye at her den. Sowry...

[Amberstar]

Jush, absolutely! Sorry about the confusion. ^^

[Pinedark]

Andromeda, being inherently shy, had padded to the edge of all the commotion of newcomers and kits and such and so on as soon as her own apprentice had gone to the Apprentice's den. She was sitting and staring at her paws when she heard some really ... interesting... singing coming from nearer the center of the camp. She looked up in time to hear a younger voice yowling at the older black tom about the right words.

Not moving any closer, but watching to see if she'd even be heard, she sang mostly to herself, "Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie." Twenty four blackbirds. There wouldn't have been ANYTHING left of that pie in the house she'd lived in! Not between her and a couple of the other cats.

I got bored. I really couldn't resist, since Andromeda does, indeed, sing. Oops, I'll move too. Y'all both posted while I did!