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Originally Posted by AbsurdJinx
Quillpaw couldn't help but gently laugh alongside Spicepaw when he snorted with amusement. It seemed to him that the other apprentice was a rather serious, realistic tomcat, unlike Quillpaw, whom was a fanciful feline. He figured he may as well absorb the cheer whenever possible. After all, he'd be spending a lot of time with the tom, right? Quillpaw didn't have any friends.
His ears twitched at the familiar names, and he even cocked his head slightly to the side as he concentrated on trying to remember who the names belonged to. And then it hit him - he knew those names! Wasn't Russetstar a leader? The leader of... ShadowClan? No... What was it? Know what? Worry about it later. Quillpaw simply nodded and smiled warmly in response to Spicepaw, as if he knew what the tom was talking about. As soon as his friend was finished talking, Quillpaw chirped, ``Wow! What a life!`` Spicepaw's words seemed to of gone in one ear and out the other - or, that's what appeared to of happened. In reality, he remembered what Spicepaw had said, but his mind was much too jumbled to focus on a certain piece of information. In the future, when the information was important, it would surely make itself visible.
He offered a small bounce of excitement, his tail waving behind him. His restlessness shimmered in his baby blue eyes, though that doesn't mean that his actions didn't show it. His paws repeatedly danced with excitement. In order to keep the conversation going, Quillpaw fought to remember just what Spicepaw had told him a few moments before. Wait, who are his sisters? He quickly gave up on remembering, and resorted to the start of a new conversation. ``I just became an apprentice!`` He whispered as if sharing a major secret, leaning closer to Spicepaw. ``This is my first time out of camp! Don't tell anyone, though, because I don't think I'm supposed to be out here alone!`` Quillpaw shot Spicepaw a witty smile and a playful wink, almost like he were playing a dangerous game without a care in the world.
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At Quillpaw's excitement of being out of camp, Spicepaw couldn't help but actually smile and laugh a little, a small huff of laughter. He should really laugh more, Spicepaw's laugh wasn't all huffy or deep like his voice. It was smooth, loud, and in a medium range. If you were lucky enough to hear Spicepaw's full-on laughter, you wouldnt recognize the normally gruff tomcat. His laughter can bring laughter. But, unfortunately, he was on the more serious side. But this tom, who was so smiley and happy, just made Spicepaw want to laugh. He didn't know why, maybe was something about he way he said things, or the way his eyes seemed to brighten up whenever he talked. Whatever it was, Spicepaw could already feel himself starting to enjoy the other cat's company. And he didn't enjoy many cats company, they were sparse and few in between.
"Well I remember my first time out of camp." Spicepaw flicked his ears, not daring to say anymore. His first time out of camp was not as exciting as Quillpaw's was going. The russet toms first outing had led to him almost being drowned, and then being stranded far away from home. He did not want to remember it. Once again that small, amused smile overcame Spicepaw's face at Quillpaw's next words. "Well, I'm pretty sure if you're out here with me, you're allowed. I'm a ten moon old apprentice, so that's close enough to warrior, right?" Spicepaw meowed, cocking his head to the side and giving Quillpaw a look of mock agreement with his own words. "Do you want me to show you around the territory?"
I really just offered that? Spicepaw actually didn't know if he would usually ask a new apprentice if they wanted him to show them around. He'd never really had the chance before. Spicepaw cast his yellow-green gaze around their surrounding area, before settling it back on Quillpaw. He wondered again how one cat could be so happy. Spicepaw wished he could be like that, seemingly without a care in the world. But no, he had too many things to deal with right now. Especially with his whole family drama. Spicepaw didn't want to be a part of it. He was dragged in it, and willing to help on his mother's behalf, and possibly his littermate's, but otherwise, Spicepaw avoided it like a sick cat. But he shouldn't think about that right now. Right now, he was out in the territory, with only Quillpaw, who was funny, and happy. Spicepaw wanted to relish this moment of freedom from reality, so he would make the best of it.