[doghouse]

[ @.:Moonfang:. ]
Northernpaw padded into camp, his nearly black smoke pelt, which usually fell around his lean build like a cascading waterfall, was plastered to his body, soaked through from water. It felt good though, seeing as it was hot out. He hated rivers, but had managed to fall in while getting a drink. Plopping himself down in a nice and sunny patch of the clearing, the leggy apprentice started grooming his fur, trying to dry off a bit. Mostly dry now, Northernpaw looked around, spotting a white tom maybe a moon or two younger. He didn't know who it was, but he thought they looked friendly, so he dropped down and crept up on the other apprentice from behind, then jumped up, half yowling, right next the white tom, waiting to see the cat's reaction while he fell on his back, laughing good-naturedly, hoping that the other apprentice understood that it was all in good intentions.