To the {Tower} *Flighty*

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] Yawning the apprentice stretched, examining the apprentices den with little interest. The tom had issues sleeping there, his bulk made it feel almost claustrophobic in the den with the other apprentices. Carefully the tom stepped out of the den, doing his best to not wake anyone as he slipped out nodding to the night guard, explaining he just needed a bit of fresh air. Perhaps he would head to the reflection pool the moon reflecting off that would be calming, or at least it should be. Right? Making his way towards the pool the bushy light ginger pelt with darker orange striped apprentice lapped up a few gulps from the lake licking around his jaws as he examined the territory. Snorting he looked towards the area of the lake that bordered Aspenclan territory, those softfoots who lived in the mountains. How could they enjoy living in snow for the majority of time, weren't they freezing? He knew he would freeze to death out there. They were no where near as strong as Aspenclan, or at least that was what he seemed to be learning from any in the Dark Forest or his mentor, and at the gatherings they were never a lot he felt like conversing with. Sighing he looked down, noticing how the moonlight bathed onto his pelt, making him look almost glowing, he liked that. He looked like a warrior, a warrior with a destiny, a Starclan warrior of legend, and that is what he would be. Puffing his chest out proudly he continued to watch his reflection, hoping it never left. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

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[atrb=background,http://i1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb404/InfernoLarka/Whisperpaw2-1.jpg] Off in another camp, a different apprentice was stirring. She slipped under the back of the apprentice's den wall, hopping lightly over the barrier in camp and slidding along the rock, safely getting away from AshClan's camp. She padded along their territory silently until she reached the place in her territory that was more forest-like. She inhaled the cold, frosty air, catching the scent of another cat. He was staring at his reflection with a proud look on his face. Her whiskers twitched as she slipped up a tree and watched him. Settling down with her right forepaw and hind paw dangling off the branch, she let out a soft meow. "You look happy. Fight off a whole den of foxes today or something?" Her eyes glittered as she pushed off of the branch and landed lightly on the ground, padding closer to the border. "What are you doing out here?" She asked, her ears twitching. She'd seen him on patrol before, but she didn't know his name. He was handsome, though. "My name's Whisperpaw." She added, sitting down and tucking her tail around her paws. Her eyes shone silver in the moonlight, spiked with tiny flecks of blue. Her pelt seemed to glow with the moonlight itself, the darker silver patterns standing out, stark against her pale fur. Her expression was gentle and kind, quiet and thoughtful. He's got an odd sense of confidence to him, one that I've never felt in another apprentice. It's.... weird. No apprentice is that confident of themself. And just look at his expression! He looks as though he's leader already. She thought... A shiver ran down her spine. He might be handsome, but you could never know... If he was so confident already, he might have a few tricks up his sleeve. She prayed to StarClan that he wasn't going to try to trick his Clan or anything... Thinking Doing "Talking"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] Seapaw had been lost in his own thoughts, he had not heard or scented the other apprentice's approach. Once her gentle voice hit the toms ears he looked up, noticing her perched on the branch like some bird. Snorting in annoyance at the Frostclan apprentice he was about to turn and walk away when she leapt down with grace even he had to admire. His own bulk would probably have made that landing look clumsy and foolish. "I doubt it is any of your business why I look the way I do,"he said cooly, knowing it was slightly rude, but uncaring. What would Raggedclaws or Shriekingvoice say if they knew he was fraternizing with a cat from an enemy clan. Yet she was rather pretty, only asking questions to make conversation. They would normally socialize at a gathering, so there was no harm in speaking as long as each cat remained on their side of the border, right? As she strode towards him he turned to face her, she was rather pretty, he had to admit that. But there were plenty of she-cats for him to find in Aspenclan, weren't there? Although none he could remember with her gray coat and stripes or bright blue eyes. Shaking his head he removed the thoughts, no! He had to focus on becoming the best warrior possible, and with two mentors he could do that. "I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a walk by the pool, and you? You're quite far from the snowy peaks of your camp,"he said unsure if he meant malice behind it or not. Pondering on the idea for a moment he decided no. There was no harm in having friends from other clans, he wanted to get to know her. If anything, he told himself, so he could know his future enemies. So he kept telling himself. Sitting before her, ensuring the border lay between them he nodded at her name, placing it in his memory hoping he would need to use it again. "I'm Seapaw, I have not seen you at gathering's before. Are you a new apprentice?"he asked unsure of how old she was. His own size was no gauge of age, so for all he knew she was at the beginning of her apprenticeship or towards the end of it. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

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[atrb=background,http://i1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb404/InfernoLarka/Whisperpaw2-1.jpg] Her ears flickered at the first comment. Slightly rude, but right on. It wasn't any of her business what he was up to. She yawned, stretching her forepaws out as he continued. He was a handsome young tom, certainly. She liked the way he carried himself, proudly and quietly. Whisperpaw listened as he explained that he couldn't sleep, and then asked her about why she was out at night. She shrugged, her dusty silver pelt rippling over strong, lithe muscle. "Same. Couldn't sleep much. And Leopardpaw kept snoring, which didn't help." She smiled, amusement glittering in her sapphire eyes. She shifted uneasily as he looked her over with pretty blue eyes. He seemed satisfied with what he found, even told her his name. She'd been unsure of whether or not he'd tell her. He seemed like the kind of tom that would retaliate and refuse to interact with her. "Good. So you're the kind of tom that believes in acknowledging other cats' prescence. I wasn't sure, if you were one of those stuck up cats that always thinks they're a better warrior then everyone else." Her voice was a gentle purr, tailtip glicking to show that she was just teasing. "I've been an apprentice for two moons now. I haven't been to any Gatherings yet, no. My mentor thinks I'm too loud and not ready yet for the hugeness of a Gathering. I've always wanted to go, though. Are they cool?" She settled onto her stomach, tucking her tial beneath her muzzle. "So, how long have you been an apprentice? You look pretty big. You must almost be a warrior." She commented absently, her clear blue eyes shining brightly in the silver moonlight. Thinking Doing "Talking"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] The orange tom flicked an ear as her grin seemed to remain plastered onto her muzzle. She found him amusing, he did not find himself that way. So, she was unable to sleep as well, had Starclan planned this? That thought in his mind almost made it seem okay for him to be talking with the other apprentice so close to the border. Leopardpaw? He knew the tom, or at least had met him, "I believe I have seen him at Gatherings, the spotted and golden tom right?" he asked merely to clarify he had the right cat in mind. He was sure he did, and while he never had a problem speaking with she-cats before, for some odd reason beside this one he did. How had she bewitched him? Although impossible, what was it? Slowly he rose, taking a few steps closer to the border, feeling a large waft of Ashclan and Aspenclan scents barricade into him. He was at the edge of the border, it was as if his paws could feel the invisible wall holding him back from passing over. Of course he would, he was not one to trespass. He was a noble apprentice, one who upheld the code. So why hadn't he tried to chase her off or just left? They were both rather close to the border, closer than warriors even enjoyed being. Licking a forepaw he slid it over his ears and muzzle, deciding to give himself a wash if they were there anyway. Her next comment forced his ears to prick up, stuck up? "You don't exactly know me, you have no idea what I am really like,"he said almost as a cautionary measure, if she really knew about him, knew how he acted in camp, a bit like he was the best apprentice in the clan, which he thought he was, Raggedclaws made sure of that in his hunting and fighting techniques. And how he was training in the Dark Forest, a place kits were told of to scare them into being good. But he was a good cat, he only trained hard. Where was the flaw in that? Ah, so that explained why he had never seen her. She was only two months into her apprenticeship, although he was only three. "I've been an apprentice for three moons, I'm the largest apprentice in the clan, most cats at the Gathering thought I was a warrior,"he said puffing with pride as he let the small flashback come to him. The cats at the gathering turning their heads as he walked through, as tall as most of the warriors, beside Raggedclaws, then when he veered to speak to the other apprentices the cats did an odd nod, yet still appeared unsure of him. He would never do anything at a gathering, it was sacred before Starclan, the truce would be upheld, they had nothing to fear from him. "The Gatherings are all right, as long as everyone stays quiet. He can be interesting when the leaders get into squabbles and its always fun to talk to the other apprentices and see how their training is going or eavesdrop on what the warriors are talking about," Seapaw said, flicking his bushy around tail around his paws, he hoped she would be at the next gathering. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

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[atrb=background,http://i1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb404/InfernoLarka/Whisperpaw2-1.jpg] Whisperpaw yawned, standing up to pad along the border, raising her muzzle to the chilly night breeze. "Yeah, that's him. The spotted tom that snores, and I think he's got a crush on Dapplepaw." She snorted, rolling her eyes and reutrning to where she'd been laying before. "It's funny, really, that Dapplepaw seems to think that he was made for her, and there's no one else in the world that could be as perfect." Her voice trailed off for a moment, her crystal blue gaze meeting Seapaw's for a split second before flashing away. "I think, though, that it's because he's the only available tom in our Clan. The only other one that's worth anything is Ripplepaw, but he's the Medicine Cat Apprentice, so that's off limits." She shrugged, stretching her forepaws out in front of her as he padded closer to the border, stopping right at the edge. "You're a pretty loyal tom." She noted, her whiskers flickering. And here I was, thinking that maybe I could have a friend that wasn't insisting on mooning over another apprentice all the time... She squashed the thought as he spoke, telling her she didn't know much about him. Her eartips twisted toward him slightly. "You don't seem stuck-up, though, even if you are a good apprentice." She hesitated, debating on whether or not to say what was really on her mind... Coward! Just say it! "Maybe I should get to know you a little better, then, to make sure you aren't a stuck-up nosy little tom." Her tone was teasing, but her gaze was sincere. Her ears were burning suddenly, and she backed up quickly, lowering her muzzle. "Um, sorry. I... I shouldn't have said. We... We shouldn't even be doing this- It's against the warrior code." Her words were quickly spoken, and she was trying unsuccessfully to convince herself to return to camp before she was missed. Unfortunately, her paws carried her back to the border, and she found herself saying the words that she dreaded ever having to say. "It wouldn't hurt to just talk, would it? That isn't against the code. I mean, we aren't enemies right now, are we? We're at peace, and...." She was desperately fishing for reasons to keep talking, but he was distracting her thoughts. She couldn't seem to find the words that normally came so easily to her. Logic was defying her. And she didn't know what to call that feeling. She'd almost noticed the same emotion in his own gaze for a fleeting moment, but she couldn't have been sure. She listened in silence to his explanation of Gatherings, wondering absently what was going through his own mind. Was he thinking the same things? Was he rejecting these moments, regretting that he was out here? No, he can't be. He would have left if he did... He's still out here talking to me, and he seems a bit more comfortable with it... "At least if I go to the next Gathering, I'll have someone there I know." She whispered softly. Thinking Doing "Talking"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] Everything in him screamed this was wrong, he was going against the warrior code, against everything he had been taught. Talking to another cat from another clan, in the dead of night at the border?! What next? Hunting in another clan's territory? No, he would never do that. The warrior code was there for a reason. The founders and Starclan had put it there to keep the clans in line, and so he would be. But there was no harm in being friends with Whisperpaw, right? Nodding to himself the apprentice watched her, focusing on where her paws went, admiring her sure footedness and graceful demeanor. He must look like a lumbering badger next to her. His deep blue gaze followed her as she padded around, before resting on the border near him. It seemed apprentices were pairing up in her clan, like they were in Aspenclan. Sighing he wondered why. They had so much to do still, finishing training, once they were warriors there was plenty of time for that stuff. The warriors seemed to find time for it all, so why couldn't he? A loyal tom, he mildly puffed out his chest at that. "I like to think I am,"he said with a proud smirk, "Are you? You are wandering pretty freely over here,"he said in a midly teasing tone, he was doing the same thing. Flicking his tail he licked a forepaw, running it over his head, grooming himself. Cats in her clan had crushes on the medicine cats? That a the biggest no Starclan had created in his book. No forbidden romances, but what was he beginning to feel for Whisperpaw? His mind reeled with the realization, but what harm was there in apprentices talking? There was no garuntee it would leed to anything, but something in him said it would. Stuck up? Pfft, he was not stuck up. He was just the best apprentice in the clan, it was his job to tell the other cats what to do and how to better themselves, right? He only wanted everyone in the clan to be the best warriors they could be. No! No harm at all, we are just friends,"he said almost too quickly, as she wondered allowed if there was any harm in them meeting and talking. "What are you looking forward to most when you become a warrior?"he asked trying to get to know her. It was nice having a cat to talk to that was not looking over their shoulders for Raggedclaws or Shriekingvoice. Perhaps it would be nice to have a true friend. HIs ears flicked upward in the anticipation of actually having a cat to confide in. This would be nice, they could meet and no one would know. It would not interfere with training or antyhign. At the mention of a gathering his ears flicked upward, looking back at her. "Yes, the gatherings are great. I'll show you around when we are both there,"he said not necessarily offering, he was more excited of the prospect of being able to see her again. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"