Apple in the Rust. (Twine)

[Clemintine]

The butterfly fields, tons of beautiful, brightly colored flowers, butterflies fluttering around taking their turn on each flower. She could smell them sitting in the middle of this field, it was beautiful. The sun brightened her pelt and made her feel all warm outside and in.She heard her named called and turned her head to smile sweetly at her mentor. It was like something out of a dream.

Suddenly a small cold snowflake landed on her nose causing her to blink her eyes. Applepaw shifted her weight slightly adjusting to the cold white stuff below her body.She breathed in heavily before glancing up, she was a long soft furred tortoiseshell, she-cat with all white paws and a white tail tip.As she looked around you could see her deep blue eyes.. deep golden.. Applepaw's right eye was in fact deep blue and her left eye was a deep gold color. She had lost her mentor, rather he had disappeared, but they finished their training so now she just had to wait to become a warrior. 

Applepaw didn't talk much, the most she had ever talked was when her mentor was around.. but now that she was gone she often just sat and looked at the scenery.

Twineheart

[Twineheart]

[ Clemintine ]

Rustpaw a petite tom with a mostly white pelt and a few splotches of ginger fur along his head and tail, could just be spotted against the snowy white back drop which was Whisperclan's territory. His slightly tufted ears were perked up listening for sounds of movement beneath the snow. His lips pulled back, jaws parted in an attempt to scent prey hiding below the snow's glittering surface. Suddenly he stopped tilting his head hearing a small squeak of a mouse, whiskers twitching he wriggles his haunches and pounces high in the air, then lands paws first in the snow. His paws go deep and his claws dig into the warm flesh of a mouse. Delighted the young tom hauls the mouse up from beneath the snow with some difficulty. Once he managed however he nipped the creature quickly and examined his catch. It was scrawny and frail looking like most leafbare prey. Sighing he shrugs and buries it to return to later. Turning from his catch he catches the scent of a fellow apprentice on the wind. Realizing how close it was, he sits up on his haunches like a rabbit might do and glances about with brilliant sky blue eyes, just like his mama Tansyleaf's. Ahead over a mound of snow he spots the darker form of a she-cat, with multicolored eyes. Dropping back to all fours he makes his way closer to the cat, " Are y-you alright?" He calls out questioningly. Wondering why she lay in the snow, his feathery tail coming around to hug his petite frame in a shy manner.