Originally Posted by Stardustt (Post 823252) ( @Pluto ) Darkpaw padded about the clearing, somewhat bored. Maybe she could find some new friend? She hoped this sea of unfamiliarity wouldn't start up the whole.. problem again. Which it.. almost always did. As she was looking around for some friend she had made before, she heard whispers and the she-cat shuddered. They were kind of incoherent for now, but that could change in seconds. She was so busy looking for friends, she bumped into a cat larger than herself. "Eep! Oh, I'm so sorry!" She looked up at the cat she bumped into, now they were new.. they didn't have that.. worried or usual unfamiliarity in their face as most Shadowclan cats did. Most had a worried face or.. a tense face, but this cat.. no.. they just didn't seem to have that same air of unknowing or fear of Dawnstar. "I-I'm sorry, sir." They were clearly new to Shadowclan, maybe she should be their friend? No.. they looked kind of, mean. Well, maybe she could try!

Burningspark closed his golden eyes, taking one paw and rasping his tongue over it before using it to clean his furred ear. He would clean his furless, scarred one later, he just didn’t like to be reminded of it, especially early in the morning when the camp was semi-quiet and smelled of early morning dew. He was enjoying the quietness too the point where he didn’t notice the apprentice padding toward him until it was too late. “What the-,” His eyes were open in less than a heartbeat as his head whirled around to see who had bumped into him. His gaze was the only thing showing his displeasure as his golden eyes roved over the smaller she-cat. “It’s alright I suppose. Just don’t do it again, or else I might have to think about finding your mentor and convincing them to make you do ticks for a moon.” He mewed gruffly. Why were apprentices so clumsy? He didn’t remember being this unsure of anything, ever, except for the first day he’d arrived. Since then, Clan politics hadn’t bothered him as much as it had the rest of the clan as long as he was sure he could prove himself worthy of being a warrior.

|| @Arie - ahh sorry this is so late and for the shortness||

Burningspark gave a yawn and a stretch as he padded carefully out of the warriors den and into the camp clearing. He breathed in the comforting smell of pine - which was thankfully smoke free - and took a moment to relax before padding towards the fresh-kill pile. “It’ll need to be restocked soon.” He hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud until he’d said it. Mouse brain, now you gotta hope no cat hears you and wants to talk to you about it. He thought grumpily, holding back a scowl.