[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Aquarius

The small tortoishell, hoping her description was adequate, nodded her head vigorously, trying to picture a fish clearly in her mind. "Yeah! It's disgusting." At the mention of snakes, Dewpaw's eyes widened. She had only seen a snake once in her life, and her mentor had told her to stay away from it because it was dangerous, and it could kill her. "Yeah, their skin is kind of the same," she said, trying to remember what it looked like. She didn't really get close to it. "I thought snakes were dangerous! I saw one and I wasn't allowed to get closer. We just ran away," she added, cringing as she remembered Moonsong's calm yet rushing tone when they had spotted the reptile.
Dewpaw pondered hard about what Midgepaw had said. She had never really thought about how easy or how hard being a warrior would be, she had just simply thought about it as something she needed to do. "Hm," she said, needing her paws in the dirt as she was deep in thought. "I don't know. Every single apprentice becomes a warrior, so I guess it can't be that hard. But we get better the older we get, I think, so it will be easier I guess." Dewpaw had also caught something else that Midgepaw had said. Everything in their life was difficult? I mean, it must have been something scary if she moved Clans... and she ate snakes?

Anyways, she shook out her fur, ready to explain what a vigil was happily - she'd only seen one in her life, but she clearly obliged to speak in nearly every situation she was offered. "Well, I don't really know. Not to get distracted I guess? But every warrior has to sit on the edge of camp, near the entrance," she explained, pointing her black-tipped tail toward the entrance of camp, where one of the fellow warriors Dewpaw didn't know well was coming or going. "And guard the Clan through the night. They can't sleep or talk, so they can be on guard. It's to prove they'd do anything for their clan." The apprentice recalled something Moonsong had told her at the beginning of her training. "But I think Honeystep fell asleep at the beginning of her vigil," laughed Dewpaw, imagining how embarrassed the warrior must have been. "She must have gotten in trouble with Blazingstar, but she's a great warrior."

( Finally have inspiration xD )

This interested Midgepaw quite a bit, since something similar was the same for the Syndicate, though more or less during the day, since the Dusk Syndicate, as the name implied, was active at dusk to down, not down to dusk like the Clans. It had been a huge change for Midgepaw, though they minded little for it, and actually preferred the was WindClan was. “They are....” Midgepaw's voice grew solemn, and they didn't explain any further, feeling sick. The mottled gray apprentice turned their head away and closed their eyes. After a moment, the feeling passed, and they looked back at their friend. “That's good. They can be really fast for things without legs,” they murmured, then suddenly brightened, remembering something that Bush had told them. “Maybe not, but what's the point of thinking too hard on it then. If every apprentice can do, what's to say we can't?” they said with a fiery determination in their voice, a remnant of who they'd once been, before the incident with a trainee, and the worse one with their own mother. But between those two things, those few moons had been the best ones of Midgepaw's life. They flicked their ears and stood up, not caring if Dewpaw spotted the permanent reminder on their leg. The gave her a slightly lopsided smile and looked up. If StarClan is real, maybe Bush went there? He could be watching over me now.... The idea gave them new hope, and they dipped their head, then turned to face Dewpaw again. “That sound kind of weird. But I'm sure you could do it,” Midgepaw said, sitting back down and shuffling their paws, suddenly remembering something. They stared at the ground and wrapped their tail over their paws. The smiled slightly at the thought, and almost joined in the laughter, but held back uncertainly, looking around. Already, they felt safer around Dewpaw than they'd felt around anybody, except for maybe Bush, but he'd been different, and practically raised Midgepaw after Phantom had pushed him away and after the incident. But they'd never really been around many cats their age, and they could barely remember them. “Dewpaw, do you have any siblings?”