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Flashpaw
Purrks: The Collector
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The flash in Mallowpaw's eyes didn't go unnoticed. She did keep quiet, though, not wanting to unearth grudges that weren't hers. Perhaps she was lying, or her mentor was mean. Either way, Mallowpaw was ThunderClan. She had no business sniffing a Thunderclanner's paws searching for more problems. ThunderClan was her enemy, but Mallowpaw was trying to be her friend. A friendship, she knew, that would only prosper once a moon. And that was alright, she supposed. "I-I-I r-really l-li-like m-my m-e-mentor." she mewed. It was true. She adored training with Silverlark and the tactic he'd taught her. Talking about him seemed to smooth her voice over a bit so she added, "M-m-mu me-mentor's Si-Sil-Silverl-lark. H-he's r-re-really n-nice. A-An E-Enforcer, t-t-t-oo." That last word was tricky, so she spaced out her attempts a bit.
She stared thoughtfully up at the leaders for a moment. She realized she wanted to have Silverlark be deputy- but he'd probably never, ever accept. This made her heart drop. There were lots of better choices... right? Well, not to her, but prooobably to Dawnstar. Silvee was a great warrior, but he wasn't vicious enough. Not fierce enough. Well, she didn't really know that, but still. She truly thought he'd make a good deputy, but he wouldn't be chosen. That was a fact. Maybe... maybe Darkfall? He'd be good at it, probably. But she still thought Silverlark could be better. Oh, well, Darkfall would probably be chosen. "S-Sorry M-M-Mallow-Mallowpaw. I-I'm n-not t-too s-so-social. C-cats d-do-don't like m-m-my st-stu-stutter o-or h-h-how I str-st-struggle t-to h-hear th-th-them so-sometimes." She wanted very badly to apologize. Even though she didn't do anything really wrong. "H-How o-o-old a-a-are y-you? I-I-I'm 7 m-mo-moons. An-and a-a hal-half." she made sure to pipe up.
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Mallowpaw
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Silverlark? The name didn't dredge up anything in her mind. Then Flashpaw mentioned he was an Enforcer, and another pang of jealousy flared in her chest. She knew Enforcers where ShadowClan's versions of Hornets. Looking at the nervous, stuttering apprentice, Mallowpaw wondered how she had got one as a mentor while she had not.
But envying an apprentice that wasn't even from her clan was pointless, so Mallowpaw pushed her feelings down. After looking at the leaders for a few moments, Flashpaw spoke again, and Mallowpaw flicked her tail dismissively. "It's fine. I'm not that social either."
But the last part's certainly true, Mallowpaw thought. If she saw Flashpaw again at another gathering she'd probably avoid her for those very reasons.
Flashpaw's stutter meant she took a few seconds to comprehend her words. "Oh, I've just turned nine moons."