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[Midnight]

Mintpaw, medicine cat apprentice of SunsetClan (hi, my name is Midnight and I'm here to destroy your eyesight)

It was a beautiful sunset, as was extremely common in SunsetClan, and Mintpaw was relaxing, stretched out on a large brown rock, watching the hot, golden sun melt into the ocean. It was a very calming experience, and one that Mintpaw had every so often, especially during greenleaf. Of course, greenleaf was the time in which twolegs were around the beach the most, but that didn't stop most SunsetClanners from sneaking around. After all, they had to get food, and most of them weren't fans of night-time hunting.

Yawning, Mintpaw flicked her ears back, the vibrations of nearby cats bringing her back to reality. Mintpaw's ears folded back slightly, eavesdropping on the conversation being held between two she-cat apprentices.

"Did you hear?! He's totally in love with her!"

"No way! He can't be in love with her, geez! Sure, he definitely likes her, but love?! It's not possible!"

"Well, from what I heard, he totally likes her back."

"You know, I'd give anything to be his mate some day..."

"Yeah, me too. He's so handsome and such an amazing hunter!"

Another yawn escaped Mintpaw's mouth, though this one was not of tiredness, but of boredom, and yet, she felt something else mentally tugging at her. Was that...? No, it couldn't be.

Oh, but it was. Jealousy had brought itself upon Mintpaw.

She could not allow herself to be attracted to any cat. She could not have a mate when she was a warrior.

Heck, she wasn't even going to be a warrior.

Really, she'd never wanted any of those things (mates are gross and being a warrior just isn't the ideal lifestyle every cat makes it out to be), but knowing she could not have them irritated Mintpaw.

Now friends, like those she-cats seemed to be, were things that Mintpaw could have. but did she have any? No. Why not? Because, to put it simply, Mintpaw was rude.

Rolling over so she was facing the beach, Mintpaw called out, "All apprentices and warriors in the area need to report to me right now!" It sounded like a command, but it was truly a cry of loneliness, and Mintpaw wished only to maybe make a friend. What would she do if some cat came over and expected to be bossed around? What excuse would she have for calling this? Eh, it didn't matter. What was done was done.

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Hazelpaw sleepily slinked out of the apprentice den, her dark blue eyes becoming what looked like a baby blue as the sun reflected off the sparkling color. Tail twitching softly, she settled down in the clearing, her thoughts drifting to Weaselsplash,"Shut up, mind! Weaselsplash is not the one for you! He is in a different clan, anyway, you mouse-brain!" She thought wistfully about Weaselsplash, the handsome tom she had met at the Pond of Truce. It startled her how kind he was, and handsome...She silently scolded herself once more as her thoughts became once more distracted.

She glanced at the medicine cat apprentice as she had yowled for all apprentices and warriors to report to her. Shrugging, she needed someone to distract her from her evil thoughts.

[Midnight]

As Hazelpaw approached Mintpaw, her ears fell flat against her head and her eyes narrowed. "You there. Yes, you, Hazelpaw. How trustworthy are you? How does gossip sound to you? Fun?" Mintpaw lashed her tail at the other apprentice, acting as though Hazelpaw was Silverstar.

Mintpaw would never forget that night during the battle of LeafClan and TalonClan where several of the other Clans had joined in. She would never be able to forget the feeling that surged through her when she corned Silverstar, rose her arm, and struck out. That moment when her claws tore through Silverstar's face, taking out an eye, was one that came back to her again and again, a mixture of satisfaction and fear coming with it every time. Was she bound to the Dark Forest for her actions, or would StarClan forgive Mintpaw because this was Silverstar they were talking about?

"You see, I need friends to take my load of ranting form time to time. Beyond that, part of me wishes that I were a normal apprentice, legally able to fall in love, and so I'm willing to distract myself with the issues of the warrior apprentices in this Clan. I will be using you to vicariously live the life of a warrior apprentice." Mintpaw explained, saving Hazelpaw no details. If any cat knew Mintpaw, they knew that "blunt" was a bit of an understatement with her.

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Hazelpaw raised her eyebrows humorously at Mintpaw's words, still startled as she had been aggresive with her first words."I guess I could use some friends too." She meowed, her head slightly tilted at Mintpaw.'Hmmmm...first cat to show me some kindness...aside from Weaselsplash...' Once more, she had to scold herself, sadly it became more obvious on her face.

Walking towards Mistpaw and settling down comfortably next to the fellow cat, she started to groom her unruly white fur, licking the top of her paw to rub against her muzzle. Her black mask of fur over her face only seemed to highlight her dark blue eyes, that just glowed in comparison to the dark fur.

Then, there was the pure white fur covering the rest of her body, except for her paws. Anyone could see her mind was elsewhere, no matter how much she had tried to cover it.

Midnight

[Midnight]

"So, how have you been lately?" Mintpaw asked, a bit on the awkward side. It wasn't that she didn't know how to deal with other cats and be social, it was simply that she wasn't used to dealing with other cats in a casual setting. Mintpaw was used to talking to Ratstar about important Clan-related subjects, Sparrowleaf regarding her training, and her Clanmates about what happened, what was wrong, and how they were feeling. All formal stuff. Mintpaw didn't have time to spend with her siblings, though they were warriors, anyway, and they didn't really have much time for her either, and her parents never took a huge interest in spending time with her, despite supporting her decision to become a medicine cat. "Training going nicely?" Mintpaw asked, figuring that might be a good subject to kick off a conversation. Training seemed to be what all the warrior apprentices talked about nonstop.

[Avery]

Tags: Roselocke, Midnight
Muse: Good
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Ooc: As much as I'd love to bring Wildpaw into this, I think Russet would be a better choice since she's... so dependent on strong personalities. Note: Everything from Russetpaw's POV is wrong regarding Wildpaw (the fight with Fallowmist did happen, but it really was an accident regarding almost killing him)-- Russetpaw is an extremely jealous cat.

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It had been a busy day for the she-cat filled with endless tasks of hunting and border patrol. It wasn't from her mentor Clawpelt, as she hadn't seen him in months, but in fact it was due to Sunsetclan's newest deputy. Vineheart had made sure to keep her busy with mundane tasks after their little swap of words during the last ceremony. Russetpaw was slightly regretting saying anything to her now. Paws heavy with exhaustion she moved towards the stretch of rocks that would still be warm after a full day of catching the sun's rays. She couldn't wait to drag her sorry butt down to them and rest her aching muscles. A flash of tabby fur flickered across her memories as she remembered the time's her and Wildpaw would rest here together, gossiping about the day or complaining about mentors. Her heart squeezed in sadness at the loss of friendship but was quickly replaced with the fire of jealousy and hatred. Wildpaw was no longer a cat that she could label as a friend. She was a two-faced, lying piece of foxdung that constantly hurt the she-cat. She remembered a time when Wildpaw had warned Russetpaw to stay clear of Birchflame, as he was trouble and potentially dangerous. Due to looking up to the older apprentice Russetpaw had obeyed, staying clear of the handsome fire-furred tom and acted coldly whenever he was around. However, shortly after Wildpaw's fight with Fallowmist where she almost accidentally (or so she claims) killed her mentor Wildpaw had abandoned all of her friendships in an act of pure selfishness, leaving Russetpaw in the shadows. The younger apprentice had noticed a few months afterwards, Wildpaw had grown dramatically closer to the warrior, and could often be seen returning back together after late night strolls. They were even.. flirting in camp.

It hurt the calico. She had used her position in their friendship to clear a pathway for her to take him for herself, rather then letting things happen naturally. As far as Russetpaw was concerned she had had a shot with Birchflame as much as Wildpaw did (not really). Feeling sand turn to stone she slunk her way across the worn down surface to her usual spot and avoided the bundle's of fur that were Clanmates. To her surprise she noticed her spot was taken up by the Clan's medicine cat apprentice, Mintpaw, and she was talking to Hazelpaw. Padding towards them she debated on whether to kick Mintpaw off her spot, but quickly decided against it. Russetpaw was considered a badger, but not as big as a badger as Mintpaw. The apprentice was quick witted and sharp tongued, leaving many cat's to turn into puddles of self-doubt. Cocking her head as she settled onto her haunches, she wondered how Mintpaw would feel being a friend... Russetpaw did need a new replacement for Wildpaw... she needed a strong personality to lead her through life.. perhaps Mintpaw could fill that void.

"Hello you two."