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Shade.
(Keep in mind I do not agree with all of her thoughts or actions, especially regarding other cats)
Foxpaw barked out a short dry laugh. Yarrowshade waws an idiot. She seemed to act like a cynic, seemed to laugh at everything, but she was still useless. Whether or not the she-cat was mocking the world or not didn't matter to Foxpaw. She didn't seem to do anything other than laugh at others pain. Either this cat would be her best friend or worst enemy. And she was ready to find out.
The last moon hadn't been her best. The battle, the death of Whitewolf, the entrance of Tigerpaw, the replacement of leadership. The russet patch tabby scoffed at the thought. Her entire apprenticeship had been the definition of mouse dung. She hadn't really known what was happening when Buckstar had died. She had been nothing more than a stupid apprentice, grovelling over her new position. But now she had no reason to slack off. Only reasons to run to others and make them teach her. SO she would be doing just that.
Foxpaw trotted over to Yarrowshade at Aspenstars dismissal and stared up at the mollies face, her eyes narrowed. "Hello, Yarrowshade." She blinked hard, making sure the warrior heard her before she continued to speak. "I am Foxpaw, Mistyshades' apprentice. I was wondering if you would like to hunt?" Best to keep it formal. Drown out the annoyance in her tone with false sincerity. Try as she might, it would never work.