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Originally Posted by Ever
Tawnypaw slunk from the apprentice den, freshly woken and groomed. She'd not long ago finished a session with her mentor and now felt more miserable than ever. She'd hoped to get an optimistic cat like her brother Mountainpaw would, someone that saw through her appearance. Rather she had a cat that saw her for what she was physically, her mother. It made her clouded eyes hard and distant so that she could hide the pain she was feeling. There was still quite a bit of day left and she was rather at a loss of what to do. She lifted her gaze to let it drift across the clearing lazily, she saw another apprentice but she didn't feel like reaching out. She kind of wanted to be alone, but at the same time maybe having company would keep her mind off of things; especially if they were friendly. Tawnypaw seemed to be having a hard time finding someone friendly to be around. Maybe it was just a slump. |
Canarypaw was drawing his paw over his face, and when he placed his paw back down, he spotted a dark tabby she-cat across the clearing, her posture giving away that she wasn't in the best mood. Canarypaw felt as if she reminded him of someone, but he couldn't quite place who. When he tried to think aboit it, the memory was all clouded and hard for him to place what exactly it was. Oh well, that didn't matter right now, did it? What mattered was that this fellow apprentice seemed to need some cheering up. And that is exactly was Canarypaw would give her. Bonding across the clearing, Canarypaw approached the she-cat from the front, so she could see hm coming. He did not want to scare her, that would be a horrible first impression. "Hi there! My name is Canarypaw! What's yours? And um, would you like some company?" Canarypaw meowed gently, sitting down in from of her so he wasn't looking over her. Being a very tall cat for his age, Canarypaw sometimes hated it when he just towered over his fellow apprentices. He thought it made him look intimidating. And that was the last thing Canary was. He was the biggest goof you would probably ever meet.
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Originally Posted by Liquoris
Brokenshadow looked at the handsome tom awkwardly. Where had he been all her life? As soon as she took a sniff of him she knew why he didn't know that she couldn't have possibly caught all that prey. "You're not from around here, are you?" she asked. "No, I didn't catch all this. I could barely catch the vole with my leg." The she-cat dropped what prey she had picked back up on the fresh-kill pile and turned back to the tom. "My name is Brokenshadow. I'm sorry if I came off as a bit rude. It's just, not easy to deal with..." she said, speaking of her wounded leg. She glanced down at it, her ears pinned slightly. "What's your name?"
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Appledash frowned a little. Was it really still that noticeable that he hadn't been in Shadowclan that long? He quickly sniffed the air, and deciphered the major difference between his and Brokenshadow's scents. His scent was not exactly Thunderclan, but not too Shadowclan either. It was a little bit of a mix with some outsider thrown in. "No, I'm not originally from Shadowclan. I've only been here for a moon." Appledash meowed, ears flattening in slight embarrassment. "So I haven't gotten to know many cats yet." At the mention of her leg, Appledash glanced down at it, noticing the twisted shape. "Well, Brokenshadow, it's perfectly fine. You didn't seem rude at all. And I've dealt with plenty of rude cats before." He told her, smiling and shrugging a little. "And the name's Appledash."