with the sun falling up and the moon climbing down

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/bi2.jpg] The apprentice was normally up before the majority of the Clan although she didn't do too much with the extra time. It was normally filled with grooming her fur to straighten out the tangles and knots that it picked up during the night and then lounging near the entrance of the camp to watch the sun rise from it's own slumber. At the moment she had just lay down to watch the horizon, which was starting to change to the colors of the sunrise, although most of the sky was still very dark. That would change quickly though, she knew-she'd seen enough sunrises to know that once it got started it could go very quickly. Today she was not expected to go on the dawn hunting patrol, which she was perfectly fine with. Birchpaw hated hunting-it took so much patience and luck. Especially fishing, which had the second downside of often requiring the cat to get very wet. She supposed that someday she might be better at hunting, maybe not find it so tedious, but she doubted it. Even then, she still had a lifetime to look forward to it. She had plenty of other things to look forward to, as well, so she wasn't terribly upset about that prospect. Besides, she liked eating and the food had to come from somewhere, didn't it? Yawning, her jaw snapped shut with a nearly audible click. Waking up slowly was definitely one of her favorite things in the world. She did her best thinking then, too. Today had been, so far, not very interesting in that respect, but she had solved the last riddle she'd been given and had no other puzzle to work on. She decided to bend her mind to figuring out which bird calls belonged to which bird, having nothing else to occupy her mind. The bird were just now starting to sing, it was true, but that just meant she could get warmed up before they all began. Or before she found herself given a task or distracted by someone else.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Curled up in the warmth of the apprentice’s den was a soft bundle of honey colored fur. Weedpaw was snoozing away the dawn with his legs splayed out and his tail sweeping slowly from side to side. His petite nose twitched as he dreamed of barreling after a rare, white as alabaster snow hare. With its long ears twitching, it paused for a second, gazing back at Weedpaw with beady, red-rimmed eyes. In a heartbeat, Weedpaw lunged at it, swiping a heavy claw as he did so. His fangs, slick with saliva, lowered to plunge into the rabbit’s tender neck. But just as they pierced the outer edge of skin, Weedpaw abruptly woke to a thin shower of rocks bouncing off his muzzle. Irritated, he shook the chunks of rock out, scattering them across the den and waking a few of the other apprentices. From outside the den, he could detect the faintest traces of birdsong. Softly, he padded to the entrance, his ears pricked. Instantly, the soft and comforting scent of Birchpaw wafted into his nostrils. He breathed in deeply and angled his eyes as the sharp light of the new sun reflected off the fluffy white snow. Amidst the bright stark white of ice was a dark amber blotch – Birchpaw. Despite the uncomfortable glare of the sun, Weedpaw’s heart leaped with ecstasy at the prospect of a new day. There would be more hunting, more joyous running, more play. However, Birchpaw looked so peaceful, just gazing up at the birds that he couldn’t just ruin the moment. Instead he lowered himself to the icy ground, wincing as it scraped his belly. In that stalking position, he crept closer and closer to the dark silhouette of Birchpaw. But when he was a mere fox length away, he stumbled over a particularly slushy part of the snow and crashed into her. “Sorry!” he apologized sheepishly, the birds flying off in haste. He untangled himself from the ground and stretched his limbs. “Oh come on! It’s gotta be the most gorgeous day! You’ve got to come with me on a little hunting patrol! Please?” “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 356 Tags Birchpaw OoC Hopefully a Warrior will now join or else they can’t go hunting… Maybe…

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/bi2.jpg] Birchpaw had just begun to actually be challenged by the task she had set herself when a noise caught her ear, which flicked over towards it just a bare moment before she turned her head. She barely had time to register the bundle of golden fur before it crashed into her, rolling her onto her side. Blinking her eyes she sat up, grateful that it was more snow than dirt that she had fallen into-dirt would have gotten all into her fur and then she'd have had to clean it out. Snow could melt out on it's own. Had it been anyone other than Weedpaw she probably would have been quite miffed at them, possibly have even hissed-however, it was hard for her to be angry at Weedpaw. He just seemed so happy all the time it was hard to believe he could ever do anything to hurt anybody on purpose. He was certainly an oddity in FrostClan, but maybe that was why he was so well-liked. "You know I don't like to hunt, Weedpaw." She started to smooth out the fur that had been messed up in the collision, although she only gave it a cursory grooming. "Anyways, we aren't supposed to go on our own." Not that that would be a very good deterrent. Birchpaw could remember plenty of times when they had sneaked out on the own. She also wouldn't have put it past the other apprentice to go and search out a warrior. Given that most of them liked him, too, he probably wouldn't have had too much trouble doing that. Of course, she could always be lucky and he just wouldn't think of it. Giving a last lick to her fur she stood up and stretched, birds forgotten although they had started to sing again. Birchpaw was tempted to ask what made this particular day any better than another, but even she had to admit that it was a rather nice day. Clear skies, a rare enough event in the cold moons of leaf-bare, and it wasn't even as cold as it had been the past few sunrises. It did made her want go out of the camp and do something, even if it was hunting. At the very least the thrill of sneaking out could be fun, but she wasn't sure that was a terribly smart idea. Maybe at night it would have been more likely to succeed, but with the rest of the camp waking soon they would probably be missed if they left now. "Where do you plan on hunting at anyways?"

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[atrb=width,346,true][bg=black] The young calico warrior was lying in the shadows, flicking her ears. She felt guilty about eavsdropping on the two apprentices, but she could see Birchpaw's mouth clearly and she was just tempted to see what they were talking about. Anyways, we aren't supposed to go on our own. Oh? Well, this was interesting. Weedpaw was trying to convince the young apprentice to sneak out. Darkfrost's eyes narrowed suspiciously. They were up to somthing, and she was going to find out. She pushed herself to her paws and stretched, yawning. She padded over to where the two apprentices sat talking, flicking Weedpaw's ear with her tail. "You know, it's against the rules to sneak out of camp." She mewed pointedly, but her eyes glittered with amusement. "If you really want to go out, I can take you." She added, looking at Weedpaw directly, addressing him. She couldn't hear, so she wouldn't know if Birchpaw replied to her words, but she hoped that the apprentice wouldn't forget that she was deaf. Though sometimes it was irritating when cats tripped over themselves trying to make sure she saw their mouths, to see what they said. Her creamy tailtip twitched as she studied the apprentices. She remembered when she was a young, adventurous apprentice. She'd just learned how to talk and listen, and it seemed like a lifetime ago that she was racing through the forest with the love of her life. She winced at the memory of Ripplefoot, but kept the image of him in her mind anyway. It was good to remember him, to never let go, but it was painful, too. Darkfrost imagined his kind, thoughtful expression, dark tabby pelt, deep golden eyes... She shook her head suddenly, clearing it. If Weedpaw or Birchpaw had said anything ,she'd have missed it. Daydreaming about her dead mate wasn't a good idea in the middle of a conversation. Usually, the voice of another cat would be enough to break one's concentration, but if one was deaf... voices don't do much, really. It was a nice, clear day out. It would be good for hunting, if that's what these two were planning. She could use something to clear her mind, anyway. She'd been out of it for the past few days, wrapped up in her memories of Ripplefoot. And Thornblaze, the backstabbing little traitor that dared tell her he loved her, then go running off with some stupid little she-cat that didn't know a mouse from a bird, and couldn't defend herself at all. And then he had kits with her. And turned aorund told Darkfrost he still loved her. Her claws unsheathed slightly, tips sinking into the ground as she remembered that worthless tom that she'd been so madly in love with once. Where did those days go... Oh, right. They left the moment he announced he was having kits with another cat. Darkfrost returned her attention to the apprentices once more. "Sorry... I'm just getting...caught up in memories..." She mewed quietly. "So then, where did you want to go?" She asked clearly, letting nothing else fill he rmind then the hunt ahead, whether these two came or not. The blue flecks in her eyes stood out prominently against the emerald green as her gaze focused on the two that sat before her.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Weedpaw struggled to his paws and shook out his fur, powdery snow careening out in little waves. He watched as Birchpaw lifted herself up from the icy ground and blinked with surprise at him. The amber apprentice was coated with a fine layer of snow, a sight so hilarious to young Weedpaw that he mewed with laughter. As usual Birchpaw declined his offer to go off hunting. Instantly, the sunny apprentice dropped to a crouch and stalked around her, narrowing his eyes as if judging the distant to lunge at her. “Oh yeah?” he challenged with mock contempt, though unable to keep a grin off his face. “You’re just jealous because you know I’m a much better Warrior.” He playfully batted a sheathed paw at her. However, his laughter was cut short as a sudden voice sounded and an older Warrior swept her tail across his ear. It was Darkfrost, a calico Warrior who possessed the disability of being deaf. A guilty expression flashed across Weedpaw’s face briefly. Then it cleared, and he meowed brightly, “Come on, you know no one really pays attention to that rule anymore. Don’t tell me you’ve never snuck out of camp without anyone else knowing?” His wide grin melted into confusion as a soft look suddenly entered Darkfrost’s sea green eyes. She appeared to be moons away as she sat there, gazing into nothing in particular. Weedpaw exchanged a furtive look with Birchpaw and quietly inquired, “What’s with her, do you know? Is she still upset over what happened at the Gathering?” Worried, he flicked her tail at her side, hoping to rouse her from her half-unconscious state. “Darkfrost…? Darkfrost… are you okay?” Weedpaw lay there, watching her blank expression with a hint of fear, a myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. Was she receiving a dream from StarClan? Was she hurt? Should he call up Moonfeather, their medicine cat? He was so distraught by the sudden blotch to his happiness that he barely heard Birchpaw’s question. At last, the lifeless Warrior stirred, mumbling something about memories. At once, ecstasy welled up in Weedpaw’s throat and he replied enthusiastically, “Falling Waters of course! I’ve never been there, not even on the way to the Gathering, and I’ve always wanted to see it! I’ve heard they’ve the best prey down there: huge rabbits larger than the oldest Warrior, fat and plump mice, slow but juicy birds… Please can you take us there? Please?” His amber eyes were shining with delight, and he bounced in the snow with joy. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 424 Tags Birchpaw and Darkfrost OoC Weedpaw, giving his best impression by prodding Darkfrost while she’s caught up in sad memories. I just love him to death <3

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/bi2.jpg] Birchpaw was about to pounce the stalking Weedpaw when a calico tail flicked into vision, hitting his ear and her attention was taken by Darkfrost. Much to her dismay the warrior offered to take them hunting, which pretty much derailed her only real argument against going with Weedpaw. She wouldn't ever admit it, but she probably would have given in to her friend anyways and gone with him. Not to mention her friend had a point. Who could truthfully say they had never slipped out of camp as an apprentice-or even as a kit? However, Darkfrost seemed to have slipped into some kind of trance, an awkward sort of silence descending. Not that it lasted for long, since Weedpaw spoke up, asking about the warrior. Birchpaw shrugged while mewing back, "I...don't know." Just after that she snapped back to the present and Birchpaw listened with a grin as Weedpaw eagerly asked to go to the Falling Waters. She had never been there either, although she wasn't so inclined to believe it was all as nice as Weedpaw said. It did sound way better than fishing, though. Despite herself she began to get a bit excited about the trip. It would be fun to see a new place and if the birds really were slow, maybe she wouldn't have to put up with the tedious nature of hunting for too long. Walking over behind Weedpaw (both because it put her in view of Darkfrost and because, more importantly, it would let her be in front of Weedpaw when they set out) she agreed, "I'd like to go there too."

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[atrb=width,346,true][bg=black] Voices could not cut through her thoughts, but a tail flicking her side pulled her swiftly back into the present. She shook her dark furred head to clear it, emerald eyes clearing quickly, in time to see Weedpaw's words, asking if she was alright. “Darkfrost…? Darkfrost… are you okay?” She blinked, whiskers quivering in the quiet. Worry hung in the air, like a shroud of darkness. "I'm fine, Weedpaw. Don't worry." She mewed quickly, brushing away the shadows in the air around her. She watched carefully as he chattered on about where he wished to go hunting. Her eyes glittered, but she refused to let herself remember what her days of apprenticeship had been. “Falling Waters of course! I’ve never been there, not even on the way to the Gathering, and I’ve always wanted to see it! I’ve heard they’ve the best prey down there: huge rabbits larger than the oldest Warrior, fat and plump mice, slow but juicy birds… Please can you take us there? Please?” Weedpaw was begging her. She laughed, flicking his nose with her tailtip. "Of course, I'll take you." She mewed. Her gaze flickered toward Birchpaw as the amber she-cat stepped around her friend, saying that she wished to go too. "Alright, then." She took note of how the apprentice put herself in front of the tom. Darkfrost shook her head in amusement, weaving around both of them. "Come along, then." She meowed, flicking her tail toward each of them. "We'll need to make it out before the sun gets too hot and the prey all disappear into the shade." She bounded out of camp, leading the way excitedly. She needed the little outing to help her clear her mind. The calico warrior stopped suddenly, her claws splaying out into the earth and sending dirt flying. She looked back at the two apprentices following her. "We'll get there soon enough. First, I want to see your hunting moves. We have to make sure you can catch prey properly before blundering in there without a thought." She explained pointedly, sitting down and curling her tail around her paws, looking expectantly at Weedpaw. "You first, bud. You're the one who wanted to sneak out. Let's see how well you can really sneak." She mewed teasingly, eyes glittering humorously.

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Silver paws stretched out into the open air ahead of her as the blurry world cleared up. The young she-cat yawned silently, then stood and stretched from a small corner in the apprentice's den. It was a glorious day, she could tell that already, simply by hearing the soft bird chatter from outside of the camp. Then again, most of the days were gorgeous in FrostClan, blizzards aside. Silentpaw looked about for her fellow apprentices, but they weren't there. She was alone.

She breathed steadily. She should have known. She was usually alone anyway, but she thought that maybe today one of them would wait for her.... But no. It was too good to be true. She'd have to settle for going by herself, again. Silentpaw stretched once more before sleepily heading out, her brilliant light blue eyes searching for a play mate.

She didn't have to look for long, for right at the entrance to the camp were the two apprentices. A small smile upturned the corner of her mouth as she watched them, hiding in the shadowy apprentice den entrance. How cute they were, how they played together... she so desperately wished she could call to them. She wanted to play with them and shriek with them and speak with them. But she'd never be able to. She was forever mute, forever silent, as her name suggested. It wasn't too bad, but it was bad enough. A lonely, solitary life was all the life she ever thought she'd lead. Her pain was obvious.

Paw steps nearing made the apprentice step back, but she hadn't been noticed by the deputy walking by. She stared a bit at Darkfrost, who had a disability of her own. Darkfrost couldn't hear. Silentpaw much admired Darkfrost. They were a perfect pair. Silentpaw, who couldn't speak, and Darkfrost, who couldn't hear. They were perfect, really. And, though she was her role model, Darkfrost never seemed able to speak with Silentpaw about it, though Silentpaw wanted to get around to it some time. The calico she-cat was a big reason as to why Silentpaw didn't just give up. If a deaf warrior could become successful in clan life, so could a mute one. So, when she saw the parade of two apprentices and the role-model deputy head out, she urged herself to follow.

They were going hunting, as the silver she-cat had overheard. Somewhere nearby, Silentpaw treaded quietly behind them, well aware of her keen ability to eavesdrop. She had to force her jealousy into a corner of her heart as she marveled at how well they communicated with each other. It wasn't that Silentpaw couldn't communicate at all. One look from her intense blue eyes and you'd know exactly how she was feeling. And she tended to gesture as best as she could. But it certainly wasn't as easy as talking. There were many times where the she-cat was at a disadvantage due to her disability.

That didn't stop Darkfrost from becoming the deputy, she chided herself, rolling her eyes at her own argument. If she can suck it up, so can you. Now go down there and show them how you can sneak! It was truly tempting to do just that but she didn't want to interrupt and let them know she was spying. She'd just have to wait until one of them noticed her.

But just as she thought this, a rock that she was resting her forepaw on slipped. She took a short intake of breath, trying to hold on with her claws dug deep into the ground, but she couldn't, and began tumbling down the mountain. Her paws didn't seem to obey her, and she found herself crashing in on the party of three. She stood shakily, clearly nervous at being in front of their eyes, and gave them an apologetic smile, stepping out so Weedpaw could do what the deputy had asked.

How stupid she was! She wanted to claw herself for tripping so easily, as she was usually one to keep her balance. But she couldn't do anything about it now. So she backed up and wrapped her tail around her paws, her eyes and sheepish grin as apologetic as could be.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Excitement burst out of the golden apprentice’s throat like bubbles. He mewed happily and grinned at Birchpaw with all of his childish innocence displaying. He was really quite the kit at heart and longed for those days when he was younger and felt freedom. But now, he actually possessed the freedom he had thought he had as a youngling. For he, a mere apprentice, was travelling to Falling Waters, a treacherous yet beautiful location. It would be filled to the brim with scrumptious prey and wonderful Warrior opportunities. First, though, he would need to prove his worth. Now that would be fairly simple. Cool with confidence, he strode a bit away, muscles bunched and tense. Slowly, he lowered himself into a sort of crouch, silently treading over the icy ground, helped greatly by the snow muffling his pawsteps. He turned to slink back to the other cats, bestowing a proud glance on the pale amber pelt of Birchpaw. He did tend to show off a lot around her. However, as he stalked on back, a whirling silver blur knocked him off his paws. Instantly, Weedpaw unsheathed his paws and pounced on the intruder. As he did so, he suddenly recognized it to be Silentpaw. Gasping with horror at having mistaken her for an enemy, he sheathed his claws and backed away. “S-sorry,” he stuttered apologetically, before regaining his confidence. He then inquired quite obliviously, “Are you okay? Did I accidentally hurt you?” He stared expectantly at her, as if he was waiting for a reply. However, the only reply he received was a mere abashed grin. Confusion wrapped its paws around Weedpaw’s brain. Why wasn’t she responding at all? Did she bear him some grudge of some sort? His startled, amber eyes sought Birchpaw’s icy blue orbs. If anyone knew the true nature of Silentpaw’s reason for not telling him anything, it would be her. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 315 Tags Birchpaw, Darkfrost, and Silentpaw OoC See what I mean when I say he’s ‘unintentionally rude’? His obliviousness is adorable, absolutely.

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/bi2.jpg] Birchpaw watched Weedpaw show off his stalking skills, slightly envious of the young tom. She wasn't that bad at stalking, it was just that it took so much time. You had to watch where you stepped and make sure it wasn't going to make noise, and you couldn't go fast because you'd be too loud. She was just too impatient to find the skill easy to master. Weedpaw on the other hand was far more adept at it than she was. Everything was interrupted though, when the other apprentice-Silentpaw, Birchpaw reminded herself-crashed into the group. This time, aided by the fact that Weedpaw pounced the apprentice, Birchpaw didn't get knocked over. Shaking her head at Weedpaw she mewed at him, "She can't speak, remember?" He certainly was forgetful-or hadn't he ever noticed that she never spoke? Or heard the warrior's talking about it? Birchpaw wasn't even what she would consider a friend to Silentpaw (though not because she disliked the other apprentice for any reason, she just hadn't gone out of her way to be friends) and she knew that. Still, she wasn't a mean cat. Looking at Darkfrost as she spoke, mostly for the mere reason that she was seeking approval from the warrior, she inquired to Silentpaw, "Are you wanting to come too, Silentpaw?" Turning her gaze towards Weedpaw she grinned and added on, "I bet Weedpaw won't attack you again." To be honest, she was sort of impressed with Silentpaw. After all, she had tumbled out of nowhere. She had been really quiet until then. How long had she been in the area without them knowing?

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[atrb=background,http://i1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb404/InfernoLarka/darkeh2-1.jpg] Darkfrost was silent, watching the young tom demonstrate his stalk. She felt a slight vibration beneath her paws and her muscles tensed, muzzle whipping toward the shadows just as Silentpaw tumbled out. Whiskers quivering, she studied Weedpaw as he retaliated against the tumbling form that crashed into him. The calico deputy's tailtip twitched slightly as Weedpaw apologized to Silentpaw. "Weedpaw, that was fantastic. You responded correctly, but next time, remember to stay upright above your opponent. Bouncing around like that will only get you hurt in a battle. But you did respond right away, which was the perfect little bit." She mewed quietly, padding closer. She glanced toward Birchpaw in time to see the amber she-cat pointing out to Weedpaw that Silentpaw was a mute, and the deputy sighed. "Well, Silentpaw, you might as well come with us." She decided, sweeping around the young apprentice, slightly protectively. "Let's put those stalking moves to use." She added. "Come along, then!" She called, slipping into the undergrowth and waiting for the others to follow her. She did not pity the mute apprentice. She never would. Darkfrost was deaf, and yet she still succeeded. As long as Silentpaw believed in herself and refused to let anyone pity her, then she would be fine. But she could use some help, of course. The calico warrior knew from experience that, without help, life could get really difficult. Silentpaw would need help, but not in the way that most cats would think. She didn't need help to convey her feelings; her eyes and body language said enough. She was a good, quiet hunter, and her silence might really help her in some situations. Darkfrost padded along once the apprentices were behind her. She did not slow her pace; in contrary, she picked it up a little. Her long strides stretched across the ground as she mentally dared the apprentices to keep up with her. She was fast, because of her Breezeclan descent, and agile, too. She could easily flit across the ground. If the younger cats could keep up, then they would have to be determined to. She let a grin spread across her face as she ran, paws lightly tapping the ground with each step. She loved to run. It was what she lived for. She would never let anything harm her desires. With this thought, the word 'desires' specifically, the image of Ripplefoot shocked through her mind, and she nearly tripped. As it was, she kept her balance, but crashed into the nearest bramble bush. Her momentum threw her forward into it, the brambles tearing her muzzle. She scrabbled backwards, realizing she was stuck. This was embarrassing. Three apprentices got to see their faithful deputy, stuck in a bramble bush. Well. "Erm... Can someone help me out? I'm...er...I'm kind of stuck..." She mewed sheepishly, lashing her tail as she struggled to free herself without the shame of letting an apprentice do it. She was sure that they would start laughing once she was free. Of course, she wasn't so vain as to refuse their help. She needed it, and she would accept it, but if any one of them made a crack comment about it, she would personally see to their ears being ripped off while they were sleeping. She let out a growl of defeat, clawing at the brambles angrily and only succeeding in tangling herself further.

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Silentpaw just kept her gaze to the ground as Weedpaw tried to speak to her, hopelessly trying not to let him see her frown. He was clearly confused, she should have expected that, but he thought she hated him. Not even wanting to explain, she let Birchpaw do the talking. "She can't speak, remember?," Silentpaw heard, and her ears twitched in annoyance. Yes, she was mute, but she could hear everything they said! But she kept her blue gaze down, not wanting to reveal this to her friends.

Silentpaw finally looked up when Birchpaw asked the question, her eyes brightening slightly. She nodded, smiling a bit in the hope that she'd make a friend. Silentpaw smiled at Darkfrost, too, who invited her to come along. Maybe this day would turn out well after all.

Lashing her tail, she tried to keep up with the deputy as those calico paws moved faster and faster. The silver she-cat found herself in an all-out sprint as she chased down the deputy, and she found herself grinning and silently laughing as she ran. The sun was warm against the contrast of the snow, and it felt amazing to be running in this crystal world. But it all stopped abruptly when the apprentice realized that Darkfrost was stuck.

She tried not to grin. And technically she wasn't laughing at the she-cat, but her silent laugh could give it away. So she bit her lip and walked over, gently prodding the bush as she tried to untangle the deputy.

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[Juniper]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] It was an awkward situation that the golden apprentice was quite unaccustomed to. Feeling rather embarrassed, he stared aimlessly at his paws, examining the pads as if he was searching for cuts or abrasions on them. Birchpaw had just informed him that Silentpaw was mute, something he should have realized given her name. Weedpaw cast the silver she-cat a quick glance, noting how she was determinedly not looking in his direction. Hurt, he turned to Darkfrost. Weedpaw’s spirits were lifted as he listened to the older Warrior’s praise. He even managed to beam with pride at his accomplishment, despite the fact that his ‘opponent’ was his own Clanmate. He nodded at Darkfrost’s words of encouragement and advice. “Alright! I’ll do just that next time!” he meowed eagerly, bouncing on his paws in spite of what the calico Warrior had just warned him against. It was simple to lovely a day to contain his excitement. Already he had begun to forget the trouble with Silentpaw. From behind him, Birchpaw was offering to let the shy apprentice accompany them. Personally, Weedpaw wished she hadn’t; ever since that rift of theirs, he wasn’t sure he wanted the mute she-cat along. “Wouldn’t it… wouldn’t it be safer if she didn’t come along?” he suggested casually, gazing into crystal eyes of Birchpaw with a pleading look. “I mean, suppose she got lost? How would she let us know? Or maybe got attacked?” Desperately, Weedpaw tried to conjure up other excuses why Silentpaw couldn’t join them when Darkfrost suddenly streaked off with Silentpaw trailing her. Resigned, he bowed his petite muzzle and murmured, “Oh forget it. Shall we go?” Suddenly behaving like a more mature cat, he stepped aside and ushered the amber she-cat on with a flick of his tail. He peered at Birchpaw intently. It was perhaps the first time he had really seen her. He was quite startled to see that she was becoming very attractive. She had the most thoughtful eyes, like glittering orbs, and long fur that was silky to the touch. He especially admired the way the sun’s glare dappled her tawny coat with specks of white. He stared in awe for a long moment. Then a shriek for help interrupted his wistful thoughts. Darkfrost! He hastened off to the forests. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 381 Tags Birchpaw, Darkfrost, and Silentpaw OoC Aww, looks like someone’s falling in love…

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/bi2.jpg] Birchpaw blinked, wondering what Weedpaw's problem was. Did he not like Silentpaw or something? Shaking her head slightly she shrugged apologetically at him. He was still her best friend after all and she hadn't meant to upset him. It wouldn't have been nice not to invite Silentpaw and she hadn't really done anything wrong. All of that was pushed from her mind though, as Darkfrost started off, picking up speed quickly. Birchpaw succeeded in being completely oblivious of Weedpaw staring at her, but that might have been because she had taken off after Darkfrost after just a moment of waiting for Weedpaw. She caught up to Darkfrost and Silentpaw just after the deputy got herself tangled in the brambles, skidding to a halt and kicking up a fine powder of snow. She tried very hard not to grin but it was hard not to. There the older warrior was, all tangled up in brambles, with Silentpaw pawing at the branches trying to untangle her. How had that happened? Did Darkfrost run with her eyes closed? Looking at Weedpaw in an attempt to keep from laughing she couldn't help but grin at him, before swallowing her grin and turning back to Darkfrost, padding over to the bush to help try and untangle the she-cat. "What happened?" It was likely that not laughing when she said that had been the hardest thing she'd ever done, but she somehow didn't think that laughing at the warrior's mistake would be a good idea.

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