Warrior Cats of the Forest
of the Forest
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Sunkenskull
Chapter4: Nicknames
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(I'm just going to probably start posting the story in the comments since it's to hard to read otherwise)
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(part 2)
"David?"
She glared at him, not liking the fact he'd obviously been eavesdropping on her quiet rambles. "Eat your food."
"Was he the one you stole all this from?" He pushed, not really hungry. She sighed heavily and put her meal down, reaching behind her ear. Glass had taken note that was the only sign she was self-conscious of herself, other than the dent in her head, she could care less.
"Yeah...he was there at the bar-"
"You were at a bar!?"
"We're in the city, people go to bars." She frowned.
"Not thirteen year old girls."
"And when did you become my mother?"
Glass crossed his arms crankily. "So you saw your brother at the bar...and?"
"He saw me first actually and-"
"He saw you!?" He exclaimed and she threw a piece of rubble at him.
"Yes, Glass, he did! NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME ____ING SPEAK!"
"Ow..." He whimpered as she continued, Glass rubbing where the rubble had hit him in the neck.
"He and his friends were calling me things, trying to scare me off. Stuff like Dent Head, Holey Brain...Sunken Skull..." She rubbed behind her ear nervously, licking her lips. "So I snatched their pack of food and ran."
"The Sunken one isn't too bad, it's actually sort of cool if you think...what?" Glass tried to comfort her when she pressed a finger to her lips and motioned for him to come closer. He leaned slowly forward and she slapped him. "Ah! What the heck was that for!?"
"For being a ___hole." She growled and shoved him away, Glass rubbing his cheek as he rocked backwards.
"I was not! Everybody knows you as the sweet little Naomi, why not change your name? To Slapper or Hormonal Teenage girl or something like that...you hit really hard you know that?" He grumbled, clutching the side of his face.
She smiled softly at the teenage girl remark and combed a hand through her hair. "I guess...something cool though like Bear or...why are you looking at me like that?" She snapped at Glass who was giving her a 'really' look.
"Why not embrace his teases? If you show him you don't care by renaming yourself under one of his nicknames for you, he'll see that two can play this game. See where I'm coming from?" Glass explained and Naomi pondered on the idea.
"But then my name would be Dent Head, how attractive...their called 'mean names' for a reason, Glass."
"What about the Sunken one?"
"Sunken Skull? Sounds like a clan name."
"Then just go by Sunken."
"This is stupid Glass..."
"No it's not, and you know it. If you recreate yourself, become a whole new person, there's nothing your brother can do to you; because he doesn't know you anymore."
She picked up her sandwich, eyes averted down, and a muscle in her jaw working. She nodded and shrugged. "Okay, Glass, you win."
"I always win, Sunken." He hummed smugly and she glared daggers at him.
"Don't push it, Glasshole."
He laughed. "That was pretty good, what you just did there."
"Yeah, it was, and you don't realize that I let you win these things. I practically take care of you."
"Pssh, yeah right."
"You know, I could have kept all this food for myself and I didn't even have to come back here, I could have gone elsewhere. But no, I came back, just to make you feel special." She then took a bite of her sandwich, getting up and leaving the room.
Glass watched her leave grumpily but knew she was right. "I hope that sandwich is poisoned!"
Sunken looked over her shoulder and whispered loudly. "Don't tell Glass, but theirs maggots in the chicken."
"WHAT!?" He sputtered, dropping the chicken leg and scooting away. Sunken laughed as she jogged up the rickety steps, Glass scowling.
"David?"
She glared at him, not liking the fact he'd obviously been eavesdropping on her quiet rambles. "Eat your food."
"Was he the one you stole all this from?" He pushed, not really hungry. She sighed heavily and put her meal down, reaching behind her ear. Glass had taken note that was the only sign she was self-conscious of herself, other than the dent in her head, she could care less.
"Yeah...he was there at the bar-"
"You were at a bar!?"
"We're in the city, people go to bars." She frowned.
"Not thirteen year old girls."
"And when did you become my mother?"
Glass crossed his arms crankily. "So you saw your brother at the bar...and?"
"He saw me first actually and-"
"He saw you!?" He exclaimed and she threw a piece of rubble at him.
"Yes, Glass, he did! NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME ____ING SPEAK!"
"Ow..." He whimpered as she continued, Glass rubbing where the rubble had hit him in the neck.
"He and his friends were calling me things, trying to scare me off. Stuff like Dent Head, Holey Brain...Sunken Skull..." She rubbed behind her ear nervously, licking her lips. "So I snatched their pack of food and ran."
"The Sunken one isn't too bad, it's actually sort of cool if you think...what?" Glass tried to comfort her when she pressed a finger to her lips and motioned for him to come closer. He leaned slowly forward and she slapped him. "Ah! What the heck was that for!?"
"For being a ___hole." She growled and shoved him away, Glass rubbing his cheek as he rocked backwards.
"I was not! Everybody knows you as the sweet little Naomi, why not change your name? To Slapper or Hormonal Teenage girl or something like that...you hit really hard you know that?" He grumbled, clutching the side of his face.
She smiled softly at the teenage girl remark and combed a hand through her hair. "I guess...something cool though like Bear or...why are you looking at me like that?" She snapped at Glass who was giving her a 'really' look.
"Why not embrace his teases? If you show him you don't care by renaming yourself under one of his nicknames for you, he'll see that two can play this game. See where I'm coming from?" Glass explained and Naomi pondered on the idea.
"But then my name would be Dent Head, how attractive...their called 'mean names' for a reason, Glass."
"What about the Sunken one?"
"Sunken Skull? Sounds like a clan name."
"Then just go by Sunken."
"This is stupid Glass..."
"No it's not, and you know it. If you recreate yourself, become a whole new person, there's nothing your brother can do to you; because he doesn't know you anymore."
She picked up her sandwich, eyes averted down, and a muscle in her jaw working. She nodded and shrugged. "Okay, Glass, you win."
"I always win, Sunken." He hummed smugly and she glared daggers at him.
"Don't push it, Glasshole."
He laughed. "That was pretty good, what you just did there."
"Yeah, it was, and you don't realize that I let you win these things. I practically take care of you."
"Pssh, yeah right."
"You know, I could have kept all this food for myself and I didn't even have to come back here, I could have gone elsewhere. But no, I came back, just to make you feel special." She then took a bite of her sandwich, getting up and leaving the room.
Glass watched her leave grumpily but knew she was right. "I hope that sandwich is poisoned!"
Sunken looked over her shoulder and whispered loudly. "Don't tell Glass, but theirs maggots in the chicken."
"WHAT!?" He sputtered, dropping the chicken leg and scooting away. Sunken laughed as she jogged up the rickety steps, Glass scowling.
(part 1)
Glass rubbed his hands together nervously from his seat on the steps of his crumbling brick building. He looked around himself nervously, biting his lip as he waited. It'd been a year since Naomi and him had ditched Moby Dick's gang and she'd been acting way out of character ever since. He'd find her in a corner of their hide out, staring at a wall as if waiting for it to move or in the middle of a conversation she'd just walk away as if suddenly losing interest. It frustrated him that she wasn't so innocent anymore, liking her when she was quiet and pure. Now she threw around foul language as if she breathed it and paced, mumbling to herself like it would help her think about who knows what.
He stiffened, hearing drunken hollers and curses coming from down the street. Jumping up and preparing to flee from a mob of drunkards, when he caught site of the skinny little female form of Naomi sprinting towards him. "What are you doing?" He demanded as she darted up and kicked open the door to the building, hands full of food.
"Shhh." She hissed at him and motioning frantically for him to come in. Glass sighed heavily and stomped in. Naomi carefully closing the door behind him and leaning up against it, panting.
"Naomi where did you-?"
"Shut up." She breathed, her hear pressed to the wood as she listened to the voices outside as they crashed through the alley way. Only when they began to fade did she look back to Glass, who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Naomi dropped the bundle of food to floor and kicking it over to him. "Eat."
"You're hurt." Glass ignored the food, eyeing his comrade favoring one foot.
"If you're not going to eat something, hand it over." She growled, sitting herself down in front of him, legs crossed as he too sat. Glass studied her for a moment in worry before giving into her unsettling stare and taking a leg of chicken she'd gotten. He didn?t know how such a girl like Naomi could be so...well creepy at times, it troubled him. She took a sandwich, mumbling and grumbling.
"Stupid David..." He caught her mutter and looked up.
Glass rubbed his hands together nervously from his seat on the steps of his crumbling brick building. He looked around himself nervously, biting his lip as he waited. It'd been a year since Naomi and him had ditched Moby Dick's gang and she'd been acting way out of character ever since. He'd find her in a corner of their hide out, staring at a wall as if waiting for it to move or in the middle of a conversation she'd just walk away as if suddenly losing interest. It frustrated him that she wasn't so innocent anymore, liking her when she was quiet and pure. Now she threw around foul language as if she breathed it and paced, mumbling to herself like it would help her think about who knows what.
He stiffened, hearing drunken hollers and curses coming from down the street. Jumping up and preparing to flee from a mob of drunkards, when he caught site of the skinny little female form of Naomi sprinting towards him. "What are you doing?" He demanded as she darted up and kicked open the door to the building, hands full of food.
"Shhh." She hissed at him and motioning frantically for him to come in. Glass sighed heavily and stomped in. Naomi carefully closing the door behind him and leaning up against it, panting.
"Naomi where did you-?"
"Shut up." She breathed, her hear pressed to the wood as she listened to the voices outside as they crashed through the alley way. Only when they began to fade did she look back to Glass, who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Naomi dropped the bundle of food to floor and kicking it over to him. "Eat."
"You're hurt." Glass ignored the food, eyeing his comrade favoring one foot.
"If you're not going to eat something, hand it over." She growled, sitting herself down in front of him, legs crossed as he too sat. Glass studied her for a moment in worry before giving into her unsettling stare and taking a leg of chicken she'd gotten. He didn?t know how such a girl like Naomi could be so...well creepy at times, it troubled him. She took a sandwich, mumbling and grumbling.
"Stupid David..." He caught her mutter and looked up.
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