Loyal is as Loyal does

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Twineheart - hello! we could also make this an open thread if you like!

It was midday in the SunsetClan camp. Otterpaw had just returned from his very first dawn patrol. Most of the cats he'd gone with were shuffling off to their dens, murmuring about catching a few z's before going hunting again. but Otterpaw felt wide awake, and couldn't imagine spending such a day snoozing in his nest. Granted, the weather wasn't exactly great - it was cold and snowy, as one would expect during leafbare. It was times like this that made Otterpaw wish his fur was slightly longer and thicker - but he had a feeling that his short, glossy coat would come in handy during swimming training.

The chocolate apprentice began looking around for something to do. He wasn't sure if he could actually leave camp unaccompanied...maybe more moss was needed in some of the dens? He began going around and poking his nose in each, checking to see how things looked inside. At the warriors' den one of the senior warriors gave him a one-eyed glare, so he skedaddled out of that one rather quickly, not wanting to anger any of his superiors. Of course, it then occurred to him that he didn't actually know where the other apprentices got fresh moss, as he'd never been assigned to this particular chore. An exasperated sigh escaped him. Was there nothing useful he could do?!

Otterpaw trotted to the camp entrance and seated himself there with purpose, gazing out into the territory. Maybe he could tag along with whoever went out next....

[Twineheart]

[ @phantombluebox Could we keep this one private? Open threads don't often go well for me. Thank you for starting this^^ ]

Aspenpaw pokes her rosy pink nose out of the apprentice den. She'd had no training that morning and was exhausted from her adventure of the previous day. Having awoken only a short while ago she was surprised to find it was already mid day outside. Blinking her dark amber gaze at the change in light outside the den verses inside, she slowly slips out into the clearing. Her long, thick, ragged pelt was groomed but still had a wild unkempt look to it. Her stumpy scarred tail waggled as she pads across the sandy clearing towards the fresh kill pile. Once there the she-cat chose a small sparrow and turned to find a place to eat.

It only took the hungry apprentice a few minutes to finish off her skimpy sparrow. Belly still aching from the hunger of leafbare she sighs. Her amber eyes scanning the clearing. They land on the form of a tom about her age probably a tad younger. Gulping down her misgivings the she-cat pads over and comes up to sit beside the chocolate brown feline. " Um good m..." She goes to say morning and then flushes. " Afternoon." She finishes gaze rather shy and uncertain as she looks at the tom. This was a big step for the she-cat who since her arrival in Sunsetclan had been rather quiet and closed off fro, others. Mentally and physically scarred by a near death run in with a dog.