The dark Tortoiseshell she-cat padded out of the warriors den to get out of the closed den for a while. She really needed to be more active around her clan if she were to stay. Ashpool found a place and sat down to groom her fur. She listened at the voices of her clanmates, glancing around to look at groups of cats. She missed talking to other cats besides her mate Hickoryblaze.
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The tortoiseshell mix ducked back into camp, fur covered in reeds and the fluff that came from them. Apparently, if you break one open, it explodes. Sneezing some of the fluff off before continuing into the camp. He wasn't able to get it all off, which is where he hoped this Warrior sitting down came in. Approaching the molly with a bright smile the Apprentice tipped his head to the side.
"Could I ask for your help? I can't get the fluff that's on my back." he laughed airly. His fur was long, which made it incredibly easy for things, such as this, to get tangled in it.
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Stormtalon had been minding his own business. He was quietly reclining in the sunny clearing, enjoying the warmth of it on his pelt, which was damp after a productive morning hunt. Once more—minding his own business. Despite this, he noticed the medicine cat’s gaze on him from across the camp, the tom’s amber eyes glinting the way Brightkit’s did when he had a terrible idea.
StarClan.
He wondered just what about him looked approachable when predictably, Fawnsqueak started padding closer. Perhaps he should ask the tom afterwards, so as to avoid it in the future.
It wasn’t that he disliked the medicine cat. In fact, Stormtalon thought of him as one of the more intelligent cats in RiverClan; he respected Fawn’s vast knowledge of herbs and remedies, as well as his undying curiosity and passion to learn. Anycat with eyes could see that what he lacked in social grace, Fawnsqueak made up for in good intentions. That, and Brightkit idolized him.
It was just that… the auburn tom was… a nice cat. Stormtalon thought of the adjective with a hint of reluctance. It was too late to avoid the conversation without being obvious, unfortunately.
Fawnsqueak presented himself, but didn’t speak. He only stared with an odd, crooked smile, head dipped at an angle. Perhaps he forgot his opening line. Stormtalon’s whiskers twitched in amusement.
“Why do I get the feeling,” Storm mewed casually, keeping his body language neutral, “-that you’re about to ask me for a favor?”
Owlish, Fawnsqueak wondered if this.. was an appropriate distance. (No distance was an appropriate distance after he'd spent a while staring at the guy, then sauntered over here as if he needed an even closer look.) Lifting a paw as if to back up, he hesitated, then put it down again. If he lost his nerve now, he wouldn't be regaining it. He'd spend the rest of the day huddled in the stupid medicine cat's den ruminating on his social failures. At least if he convinced Stormtalon to accompany him, he could ruminate on ShadowClan's destruction AND his social failures. (Tens of times better.)
Fawnsqueak could've claimed he was on the brink of a greeting when Stormtalon beat him to it (claimed, lied, same difference) -- and he was taken aback by the brazen assumption!.. That happened to be completely accurate. He didn't like it.
"I was going to tell you that you look like a freaking weirdo sitting alone all the time," he hotly remarked, his intentions skewed when it came out wrong, quite the deviation from a simple fact in his own moment of frustrated embarrassment. It was a sentiment he was all too familiar with, also a weirdo by all definitions. His sharp tongue had the tips of his ears flaming, and he sputtered to continue, "But if you're offering, yeah, I'll take you up on that favor."
Owlish, Fawnsqueak wondered if this.. was an appropriate distance. (No distance was an appropriate distance after he'd spent a while staring at the guy, then sauntered over here as if he needed an even closer look.) Lifting a paw as if to back up, he hesitated, then put it down again. If he lost his nerve now, he wouldn't be regaining it. He'd spend the rest of the day huddled in the stupid medicine cat's den ruminating on his social failures. At least if he convinced Stormtalon to accompany him, he could ruminate on ShadowClan's destruction AND his social failures. (Tens of times better.)
Fawnsqueak could've claimed he was on the brink of a greeting when Stormtalon beat him to it (claimed, lied, same difference) -- and he was taken aback by the brazen assumption!.. That happened to be completely accurate. He didn't like it.
"I was going to tell you that you look like a freaking weirdo sitting alone all the time," he hotly remarked, his intentions skewed when it came out wrong, quite the deviation from a simple fact in his own moment of frustrated embarrassment. It was a sentiment he was all too familiar with, also a weirdo by all definitions. His sharp tongue had the tips of his ears flaming, and he sputtered to continue, "But if you're offering, yeah, I'll take you up on that favor."
Stormtalon grinned at Fawnsqueak’s retort despite himself, shoulders relaxing from the tension brought about by unexpected socializing. The tabby tom enjoyed this kind of pushback, finding it more entertaining than small talk—which he loathed. His leaf-green eyes glinted with mirth. Was it true? Of course. Did he care? No.
“Thoughtful of you,” Stormtalon purred. “You’re not wrong.” He managed to hold back the part of him that almost said Fawnsqueak didn’t need to sit alone all the time to look like a ‘freaking weirdo’—it came naturally.
The reddish-brown tom proceeded to struggle.
Stormtalon empathized with this struggle a little. Storm, for his part, was an adept conversationalist. In a battle of wits, he liked to think he was a match for any cat.…though he struggled in exchanges with emotional depth. You know, pretty much all the important ones? Stormtalon also lacked a sensor for insensitivity, forcing him to rely on his more empathetic friends to explain where he went wrong if he caused offense. The tom’s most common violation was telling the truth too directly; so he was told, anyway. What favor could Fawnsqueak possibly ask? Stormtalon’s ears twitched. He had no idea, and he hated that he was intrigued.
“What can I help you with, Fawnsqueak?”
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Stormtalon grinned at Fawnsqueak’s retort despite himself, shoulders relaxing from the tension brought about by unexpected socializing. The tabby tom enjoyed this kind of pushback, finding it more entertaining than small talk—which he loathed. His leaf-green eyes glinted with mirth. Was it true? Of course. Did he care? No.
“Thoughtful of you,” Stormtalon purred. “You’re not wrong.” He managed to hold back the part of him that almost said Fawnsqueak didn’t need to sit alone all the time to look like a ‘freaking weirdo’—it came naturally.
The reddish-brown tom proceeded to struggle.
Stormtalon empathized with this struggle a little. Storm, for his part, was an adept conversationalist. In a battle of wits, he liked to think he was a match for any cat.…though he struggled in exchanges with emotional depth. You know, pretty much all the important ones? Stormtalon also lacked a sensor for insensitivity, forcing him to rely on his more empathetic friends to explain where he went wrong if he caused offense. The tom’s most common violation was telling the truth too directly; so he was told, anyway. What favor could Fawnsqueak possibly ask? Stormtalon’s ears twitched. He had no idea, and he hated that he was intrigued.
“What can I help you with, Fawnsqueak?”
Fawnsqueak's eyebrows shot up. He..
He hadn't expected Stormtalon to just roll with that. Nonchalantly. No questions asked, really. And it was so smooth too like it didn't even faze him in the slightest.
How did he feel about that? He didn't know. But he was sort of maybe curious about it, more than he should be. Scoping out the boundary, Fawnsqueak proposed an explanation of his own design dryly, "Must not be your first time hearing that, huh?" Two birds with one stone: another shot, an excuse for Stormtalon's brush-off.
It was easier than having a normal conversation, so.. there was that. It was a toe in the pool for his primary topic:
"I'm going to ShadowClan." Well, what used to be ShadowClan. Fawnsqueak didn't know if they had the guts to return to their territory after being driven out, but he intended to scope the area. "I need a... uh, let's say- escort?" His nose wrinkled at the sound of that. Like Stormtalon needed to protect him, a knight in shining armor for a distressed damsel. Great stars. After a moment of pause, he clipped purely out of curiosity to see what Stormtalon would do, "Should suit you since they do tend to go for the weakest warrior they see."
The little she-kit's mind seemed to fizzle upon hearing the quickly-paced jumble of words releasing themselves out from the apprentice's maw - truth be told it was rather hard to absorb in such rapidly given information, although Goslingkit decided not to say anything as she investigated Willowpaw's proceeding movements. The tortoiseshell couldn't help but exhale a breath of bemusement. "Wow, you... You know a lot." Immediately she set off on practicing her own crouch, jostling downward her lithe physique and soon after tucking aside her long hind-legs. "Hm... Let's see," she mumbled, and outspread her forepaws just the tiniest bit. "How's this?"
The spotted tabby giggled. "Honestly Im much better at hunting then fighting but thanks for saying so!" She ran and eye over Goslingkits posture with a hum and declared "Yep that looks good! the point is to keep balanced and even to not make noise or vibration but he able to pounce at any moment! Give it a try! Like this!" She rolled from her crouch into a large spring froward paws extending to impact on an invisible imagined prey back legs already moving to cushion the impact perfectly. Willowpaw didn't have the benefit of long lets, being a fairly small cat, but the lean muscle she built from swimming and her normal bouncing walking method supported a well done spring. She flopped from her capture pose to a flop and looked back at the kit. "Pouncing is super important and if you've got a fast and large one land hunting is easy!" Well it was probably even easier if you were very stealthy but quiet wasn't her best attribute even if she was good at it when she tried.
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The young tom nodded and padded out of the den alongside his mentor. It was great to finally get some training in. Now he would be a real otter cat apprentice. Tinypaw kept himself calm though. He wasn't really a hyperactive cat.
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He hadn't expected Stormtalon to just roll with that. Nonchalantly. No questions asked, really. And it was so smooth too like it didn't even faze him in the slightest.
How did he feel about that? He didn't know. But he was sort of maybe curious about it, more than he should be. Scoping out the boundary, Fawnsqueak proposed an explanation of his own design dryly, "Must not be your first time hearing that, huh?" Two birds with one stone: another shot, an excuse for Stormtalon's brush-off.
It was easier than having a normal conversation, so.. there was that. It was a toe in the pool for his primary topic:
"I'm going to ShadowClan." Well, what used to be ShadowClan. Fawnsqueak didn't know if they had the guts to return to their territory after being driven out, but he intended to scope the area. "I need a... uh, let's say- escort?" His nose wrinkled at the sound of that. Like Stormtalon needed to protect him, a knight in shining armor for a distressed damsel. Great stars. After a moment of pause, he clipped purely out of curiosity to see what Stormtalon would do, "Should suit you since they do tend to go for the weakest warrior they see."
“It’s the first time I’ve heard it out loud,” Stormtalon replied, still amused at the medicine cat's antics as he rolled into a slow, casual stretch. “The cats who think so keep it to themselves to be polite, or something..” The tomcat’s dismissive tone indicated he did not care about this in the slightest.
The grey and black tabby halted mid-stretch when Fawnsqueak explained. Surprise flickered in his eyes. Of all the things Stormtalon thought he’d ask for—collecting bad herbs to give an annoying cat bellyaches, convincing Brightkit to never enter the medicine cat den again, maybe keeping all kits away from Fawn in general—he wouldn’t have guessed an unsanctioned trip into ShadowClan territory. Unsanctioned it must be, because first, their leader hadn't mentioned anything about it and second, the medicine cat had come to him for help, a cat he barely knew beyond a few interactions.
Stormtalon subjected Fawnsqueak to a look of scrutiny. “And why, pray tell, are you going to ShadowClan? To fetch a special herb?” The sarcastic emphasis on herb made it clear he was disbelieving. He would need a very compelling explanation for this.
Storm grinned once more at the auburn tom’s comment—this grin more antagonistic than warm. “Yes. That would suit me..”
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glancing around the clearing with eagerness, spiderpaw’s dark-furred figure searched around for a certain… buddy! of hers! yes, her buddy! the one that she’d been supposed to help get more .. integiehadksl into riverclan!! was that the right word? inteakfhshls? er… it sounded more like integrass? inte….growl? yep, that sounded about right! she was here to help plumpaw get more integrowled into riverclan. and yet… they hadn’t really interacted yet. she was here to change that! eyes darting around, spiderpaw waited to spot plumpaw’s familiar silver pelt. “plllluuuuummmpaw?” she called out curiously. “you can’t hide forever!” she muttered. hrm…
Plumpaw blinks. And blinks again. Craning her neck, the she-cat begins to look around for whoever was shouting out her name. She'd been sitting near the water and watching it move slowly, shrouded in her own peaceful silence. The apprentice felt a bit better since coming to RiverClan, although so much was new to her and she still hadn't been to see Gentlethunder. "Sp..." She narrows her eyes at this odd, eccentric she-cat who had come tumbling around. What was that cat's name? The one Lionstar mentioned? "Spiderpaw?" That sounded like it was right. The silver molly tips her head a bit, somewhat puzzled. "Hi."
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Gingerpaw looked at Lotusheart as she spoke. He knew she had gained some more confidence since they first met, at least he hoped, but it seemed she still doubted herself a lot more than she should. "difference in size can't make you a good or bad mentor--" he answered in his usual mutter "A smaller mentor could teach her moves and techniques that work better with her small size when fighting, while you can teach her how to best avoid the attacks larger cats are more likely to use against her, like blind spots and weak points, and use them to her advantage. Both can work on how to best use her small size in her advantage as well and slowly move on to offence" Quite frankly he could have gone further into detail, but Gingerpaw felt like he already spoke a lot more than needed. Then again, more often than not other cat's prefered a larger explanation. But either way, he looked back at her with his lasting lazy gaze. However she trained the apprentice, she probably wasn't doing as bad of a job as she said she was-- and this was sort of his way of saying it.
Gingerpaw looked at Lotusheart as she spoke. He knew she had gained some more confidence since they first met, at least he hoped, but it seemed she still doubted herself a lot more than she should. "difference in size can't make you a good or bad mentor--" he answered in his usual mutter "A smaller mentor could teach her moves and techniques that work better with her small size when fighting, while you can teach her how to best avoid the attacks larger cats are more likely to use against her, like blind spots and weak points, and use them to her advantage. Both can work on how to best use her small size in her advantage as well and slowly move on to offence" Quite frankly he could have gone further into detail, but Gingerpaw felt like he already spoke a lot more than needed. Then again, more often than not other cat's prefered a larger explanation. But either way, he looked back at her with his lasting lazy gaze. However she trained the apprentice, she probably wasn't doing as bad of a job as she said she was-- and this was sort of his way of saying it.
Lotusheart smiled.
"You're right! I'll try and be the best mentor I can!" she meowed fiercely and shrunk back, embarrassed by her own enthusiasm. She was doing great, right? She hoped so, at least. And her friend's words really inspired her. Looking down at him she tilted her head.
"Have you been talking to anyone. Making friends?" she asked. She hadn't seen him in a while and hoped he'd made friends with some cats to keep him company.
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