Challenge: 15 Minute Challenge
Theme: None
Forum: Rogue
Other People Taking Part:
Snowcrystal of Thunderclan (Snow)
Flamefur of ShiftClan (Leo)
Ivy looked around the room at her friends, Holly, Thistle, and Fern. "So, what do you guys wanna do?" she asked.
Holly shrugged.
"Write something?" Fern suggested cheerfully.
"Sure." Ivy nodded. "What should we write about?"
"Blood. Blood and death." Thistle smirked, rubbing his hands together, grey eyes gleaming.
Fern just stared at him. "No! Too violent." she shook her head wrinkled her nose. "Let's wrote about rainbows!"
Ivy, who had pulled out a pen and paper and was writing down their ideas. She looked at Holly. "Do you have any ideas?" she asked.
The black girl shrugged.
Fern turned to face Holly. "Come on. You must have something."
Holly shrugged again. "I guess... A dramatic love triangle?" she suggested, dark green eyes full of boredom.
"Ooo!" Ivy's eyes lit up. "Sounds like fun!"
"Can we wrote about Warrior Cats?" Fern asked, twirling her light brown hair around her finger, a habit of hers.
"Sure, Fern." Ivy smiled. "Oh, how about we make ourselves into characters in the story?"
"Someone will have to be gay." Thistle pointed out grumpily. He wasn't really fond of gay people. "And it's not gonna be me."
"I'll be gay." Holly said, raising her hand. "And I'll be gay with pride."
Ivy glanced at Fern, eyes glimmering playfully. "And how about you can be so stupid that you think Holly's a girl?" she joked lightly.
"Okay!" Fern giggled and nodded.
"Let's all be apprentices." Ivy wrote down something on the paper:
Fernpaw
Hollypaw
Ivypaw
Thistlepaw
"Who's gonna like who?" she asked, looking up from her paper.
"I'll like you, Ivy." Holly looked up at the taller, pale, blond girl.
Ivy smiled and drew an arrow going from Holly to Ivy. "Okay, Holly. I'll like Thistle then."
"But I was gonna like Thistle!" Fern protested, looking hurt and offended.
Thistle huffed. Crybaby.
"But, Fern," Ivy turned her attention to the youngest of the four. "You like Holly, remember? Because you're stupid, and think she's a tom."
"I'm not stupid!" Fern yelped, hugging herself.
Thistle rolled his eyes. Drama queen.
"You're not stupid," Ivy pat Fern on the head, flattening her light brown curls. "Your character is."
"Ohhhhh." Fern nodded. "I get it now. Okay, that works!"
Thistle sighed. Idiot.
Ivy grinned and wrote something else on her paper. "And that means you like Fern, Thistle!" she told the only boy in the group.
"What? No!" Thistle narrowed his eyes. "There is no way I'm liking Fern!"
