[versailles]

@Caramel //

the sound of quick pawsteps were easy to hear for any cat near the entrance of the camp, pitter patter of a cat running. only a second after, a cat bursted through the entrance! the cat bursting into camp was buzzardpaw, who let out a howl just as she entered camp, almost like she was trying to cause alarm. (she was. camp was boring lately.) she waited a few moments for any gasps, or shocked looks, maybe even a few yowls.

as expected, she got none, and let out a groan. "all these guys suck," she grumbled to herself, padding further into camp until she was standing right in the middle of it. seriously! no gasps or anything? not even a warrior coming over to scold her? boring! the one day she felt relatively energetic and not sore, everyone decided to be as boring as a dead mouse.

walking with no real destination in mind, she looked around the camp for anyone she could possibly talk to. eventually, she spotted someone that she was pretty sure was an apprentice. finchpaw..shrikepaw..something about birds, she didn't really care, but she hurried over to the ginger tom. he was one of the way older apprentices-- older than frecklepaw and she even gave him the nickname 'oldie'.

"hey! you're one of the older apprentices, right?" buzzardpaw asked, continuing only a few heartbeats after speaking, not giving enough time to process any answer that sparrowpaw could get out in that time. "does that mean you know any cool moves? or do you just know the boring basics?" a tiny part of her wanted to brag about the possibility of her being taught how to climb trees in the future, if this guy ended up knowing nothing that she was interested in.