Post by daph on Dec 20, 2021 17:52:09 GMT -5
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 ❝You're showing me colours of the sky, But all I see is Grey Mintpaw Moonclan Apprentice notes. At last, the snow-colored bengal had successfully caught his first frog when he was out with Cloverberry. Now, Mintpaw was proudly carrying his catch into the camp, while parting away from his mentor with a grunt escaping from his throat. The young tom scanning his icey-blue eyes around the camp clearing, trying to decide who exactly needed to be pranked with a frog for a minute. The last prank he pulled off was with the apprentice Rainpaw. But the brown tabby apprentice was nowhere in sight making the tom huff under his breath in an agitated state while, still holding the frog in his muzzle. Mintpaw, shifting on his paws for a mere minute as he scanned his eyes back around the camp before, locking on the far east side of the camp in the shadows where a white pelt was trying to blend in with the darkness. All to well, the snow bengal understood that the coloring stuck out poorly, causing him to move his moves in the direction of the other feline. The tom’s paws coming to a halt as cleared his throat to make himself known before flicking an ear foreword in a silent greeting to whomever was hiding in the shadows. Mintpaw, dropping the frog onto the ground with a curt nod of his before, settling down onto his haunches and raising his brows at the other apprentice. Who was this cat before him? Not exactly knowing who the she-cat was as his whiskers twitched in another wave of curiosity getting the best of him. “Who are you? I haven’t met you before…. but let me just say you’re not doing a good job hiding.” Grunting out his statement before scuffling his paws on the ground for a second before, raising his eyes to make eye contact again. “I’m Mintpaw and you are?” trying his best to pry into the apprentice’s life. For all he knew she could be sent by his mentor to completely sabotage any of his frog pranks.
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Post by ghost on Dec 27, 2021 18:44:32 GMT -5
The little white apprentice with her ghastly, wispy fur had settled herself down on the outskirts of camp. Hunkered down with her forepaws tucked into her chest she watched as cats paced back and forth, entering and exiting camp, wondering when the next time she would be taken out was. Stormy eyes wandered over to where the latest patrol had departed, wondering if perhaps she could just... go? All on her own? If there was one thing Ghostpaw knew it was the lake and how to find it - the place she had been left and waited hidden among the mist before Witheredrose had been the one to take her back here.
Slowly she rose to all fours, actually considering slipping off on her own before somebody actually went of his way to approach her. Shaken out of her thoughts by his sudden presence, a startled hiss escaped her as she whipped around to face the snow bengal, tail lashing back and forth at her heels as the fur along her spine took a few more moments to lay flat again.
"Name Ghostpaw." She mumbled, ducking her head a little to peer up at the other through thick lashes. "Mentor bring me to moon cats." Came her little explanation for how she had essentially formed from thin air to those that had already resided here. The young feline had not been born to their nursery or graduated into apprenticeship alongside any denmates - rather, she merely showed up one day. Pale eyes dropped down to the frog at his paws, recalling how many of them she had seen, alive, at the lakeside.
Slowly she rose to all fours, actually considering slipping off on her own before somebody actually went of his way to approach her. Shaken out of her thoughts by his sudden presence, a startled hiss escaped her as she whipped around to face the snow bengal, tail lashing back and forth at her heels as the fur along her spine took a few more moments to lay flat again.
"Name Ghostpaw." She mumbled, ducking her head a little to peer up at the other through thick lashes. "Mentor bring me to moon cats." Came her little explanation for how she had essentially formed from thin air to those that had already resided here. The young feline had not been born to their nursery or graduated into apprenticeship alongside any denmates - rather, she merely showed up one day. Pale eyes dropped down to the frog at his paws, recalling how many of them she had seen, alive, at the lakeside.
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