Don't Listen to a Word I Say;; [Jasminepaw]

Just as Pawpawpaw was beginning to struggle and bring his hind legs up onto the boulder before him, he was knocked clear down by a force that had him tumble into the ground harshly. His breath swept clean from his lungs with the impact, and he felt his shoulder throb as he tried to focus on the black and... white? blob pinning him down. Flicking the one ear off the ground in agitation, he heard the figure purr something, and though for a moment it was quite inaudible because of the ringing in his head, eventually he was able to make out one solitary word. "...gotcha." Though he was unsure if anything had been said prior to this phrase, it was enough to make him realize what had happened.

Pawpawpaw's bright copper eyes shifted towards the other cat, and the blurs faded into something more stable and real. He knew that face, he knew he did. That meant that he wasn't under attack by a rogue, or some enemy clan. He felt his muscles relax, though his body remained rigid and alert. Briefly the young white tom searched his mind for why he might remember this femme's face, and for any memories that would clue him in to why she had tackled him so abruptly. When he found his gaze lock onto her beautiful brown eyes, it hit him.

This was the molly that was the daughter of Satyrface and Hazelfoot. The one with three siblings; Boulderpaw, one that Pawpawpaw couldn't remember, and Ibispaw. That molly who some who managed to be identified as the clan flirt, despite her rough and outwardly dirty appearance. Many of the toms knew her quite well; a little too well, and would often swoon over her for short periods of time before realizing that she wasn't going to stick around for them. Briefly Pawpawpaw wondered how a life like this femme's could be satisfying, hopping around and showing herself off and letting herself get hit on and teased and loved, when there was no real affection. Even the young white tom had been hypnotized by her charm before, but at that point he had figured his lowly status wouldn't be appealing to someone such as herself. "J... Jasminepaw? Confusion clouded the tom's mind as his realizations began to sink in. The two had never even spoken before, and though Pawpawpaw still had a kitlike crush on her, the pretty molly had never shown interest back. So why, in all of StarClan, had she followed out here and tackled him to the ground like they were old friends?

With the older molly off his side, the young white tom scrambled to his paws as gracefully as he could. "You do know who I am?" Jasminepaw seemed almost curious about the way he moved, and about the way he seemed to know her, which surprised Pawpawpaw probably even more than it surprised the young molly. Still, it intrigued him in a fashion, and he felt his trademark grin stretch across his maw as he bent his head down to touch up his now ruffled pelt. He didn't quite feel like satisfying her with an answer, simply because she had tackled him to the ground, and *admittedly* also because he was still trying to catch his breath.

After what seemed like an endless amount of time, though was probably merely a moment or two, Pawpawpaw felt his copper eyes drift up to view the pretty molly once again whilst he groomed the fur on his chest. She was beautiful, really, with a gorgeous, slender build. She wasn't much bigger than him, though she was two moons his senior, and he noted that she didn't have much muscle although she packed a hard punch. Over all her fur was a bit shaggy and tangled with mud and twigs, though the rough appearance suited her in an odd way. The young white tom couldn't figure out exactly what made her look so appealing, or what he liked the most about her. Was it everything? Was it nothing? Finally, he settled on her eyes. He loved the delicate amber and brown hues that they held, as well as a certain spark that he just didn't quite catch in how she walked, or talked. "I thought you just... I thought you didn't even know I existed?" She said it like a question, as if inquiring whether or not she had heard him correctly when he spoke her name. Pawpawpaw let out a humorous chortle, pulling away from his grooming to strike a conversation.

"Oh please, Jasminepaw. Of course I know you." Despite his usually optimistic nature, the apprentice couldn't help but wonder if she even knew his name. Of course he would know her, because everyone knew her. She was loved, and adored, and sometimes reprimanded for her actions with multiple toms whom she hardly knew. Jasminepaw was notorious for flying through relationships like a a bird through a cloud, and Pawpawpaw still couldn't figure out how that made him want her, but avoid her all the same. Perhaps it was because he really cared about who she was, and what she wanted out of life or some other foxdung that Pawpawpaw might consider thinking about. To be honest, he had originally noticed her when she was young. Really young, like, still in the Nursery kind of young. Before she had a reputation, and before she began acting like she didn't care. No, Pawpawpaw recognized her when he saw her out playing with her brother one day in the rain. She seemed like some kind of flyaway angel, who was lost without a care in the world, and she seemed so happy. How could he help but see that beautiful little girl every time he looked into her eyes? Because, while she grew and matured and talked the big talk, her eyes stayed the same, and always told the truth.

"Pawpawpaw... I just didn't think- I mean, you always ignored me so I figured you always hated me, or just didn't want to look at me. What else am I supposed to think but that you don't know me?" The molly's words made the young white apprentice turn his head in curiousity. Once he recovered from the momentary shock that struck him with her words, he let out a hearty laugh. With this chuckle, he limped passed Jasminepaw and flicked her nose with his tail as he went. "What? A little seven moon old like me? Surely you weren't offended when I didn't think to approach you because you had better things to do." He liked this way that Jasminepaw seemed a little at loss for words, as if mesmerized. He hadn't ever had an effect like that on anybody before, and her attention gave him a bubbly and confident fluttering in his heart.

Pawpawpaw wasn't quite sure what he planned to do now; he knew he wanted to impress the black and white molly. To be entirely honest, he wasn't quite sure what he could do, with his stupid faulty paw. He wouldn't dare attempt the Feather Stones now, not because he was afraid he might stumble or trip, but that Jasminepaw might see him do it. He was allowed to want want to play with his emotions a little, right? It wasn't like the older molly would fall in love with him, or anything stupid like that. That was for fairy tales like the elder's told... But, what if it happened? Pawpawpaw grinned, and rolled his shoulders back. "Want to hang out today, Jasminepaw? I mean... If, you aren't busy or anything."

^{I know how you feel bro. Total muse loss on my end. Sorry you lost your post. ;w;}

"I... Yes Pawpawpaw, I'd love to hang out today." Just as Pawpawpaw was about to turn around and answer with a cheery ecstaticness, Jasminepaw bounded up and give a quick lick to his ear. He felt his heart skip a beat, and his skin crawl with heat. He stood there for a moment in dumbfounded silence, watching the space out in front of his eyes where the molly had been previously. "What did you have in mind?" The white tom shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and hoped Jasminepaw hadn't noticed his momentary relapse. "I- I, err.." Pawpawpaw looked down at the ground, though not because he was still relishing the tingle that spread through his body, starting at the tip of his ear *ok, maybe a little*. Mostly, however, he looked down because he wasn't quite sure what he had planned for the day. He was a mostly play by ear kinda guy; go with the flow, and you'll end up somewhere, right?

Pawpawpaw cast his copper gaze upwards, a wry smile on his maw. "I betcha I could beat you in a wrestling match! I mean, unless you're scared you'd lose..." The tom looked sarcastically to the right, as if suggesting Jasminepaw would be so wimpish. In all reality, he knew the femme had a reputation for being one of the most exceptional fighters in the clan, and with his twisted paw, there was no way he could win. Still, sparring was one of his favorite games in the world, and he would not pass up an opportunity to play.