[Moonraven]

Sitting over his stone, much like a mama bird over her eggs, Weepingpaw attempted to clean the sand from his pelt and mouth. It was proving to be an impossible task. Every swipe of his tongue got more sand in his mouth, and the crunchy feeling was gross. It didn't even taste good. Weepingpaw was all for shoving everything and anything his maw, but not if it tasted bad like sand.

If a voice hadn't interrupted his unsuccessful grooming attempts, the sand would have been in his eyes, and a fit would have been thrown. Weepingpaw lowered the paw he had been about to swipe over his face and wrinkled his nose. The first thing he noticed about the new cat was her scent, she smelled like flowers and bunnies. Listen, the clan's name was on the tip of his tongue, he just needed a reminder.

The next thing, after her smell, was her looks. She was quite ugly, not a scar in sight. Or maybe he wasn't looking hard enough. He leaned in a few whisker lengths closer, hunting for any pretty marks on the she-cat, but then recalled his stone. Ah, what if she were after it!

"Guard stone, Weeping is." The apprentice told her with a wary stare. Was she going to steal his stone? "Mine. Found first, I did. No share, Weeping won't." He quickly followed up in case that was why she was here. This cat was three seconds away from getting bitten. His teeth had gotten bigger, so he learned how to bite harder. Oh, but wait, Momster said no fighting.... did that mean he couldn't bite her? His internal debate on whether to bite or not was paused in favor of the next question... in a strange voice.

"Whaaaa! Talking trick!" The young apprentice shot to his paw, careful of his stone, and grinned. "Teach Weeping, yes?" He questioned eagerly, only to remember that he had been asked a question a second later. "Eat no, sand bad. No try. Prey eat, good. Know prey eat?" He hadn't seen anything to eat around here, but talking bout eating made him want something in his mouth. He wasn't hungry, he just liked to eat. He was tempted to shove the funny stone in his mouth, sand be damned, to take the edge off this need to chew on something. But a new distraction came in the form of a sibling.

"Scorpi!" He purred loudly as his sister showed up at his side. "Stone watch, I am." He told her proudly after she caught sight of his stone. His pride turned into confusion at the mention of Rivercats. Did she just call him a fish! Insulted, the tom stomped his paws on the ground and frowned. "No fishcat, Weeping not." If he bit his sister, did that count as fighting? As tempting as it was to try catching Scorpionpaw's tail between his fangs, the Trickcat was called into question.

That's right, he completely forgot to ask her name. Weepingpaw decided he liked her purely because of her talking trick, which she would teach him. "Weeping's Trickcat is she." He told his sister while looking at the bunnycat.
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