My New Life (Open!)

[Lionhearted]

Shadowpaw stretched and yawned, padding into the clearing. He was done with training, which, to him, hadn't been very hard. It was satisfying to know that he had kept up with his skills, and hadn't fallen back. He was also glad that the warriors had enough sense to keep their opinions to himself; if anyone talked about the 34-moon-old apprentice behind his back, he would've definitely lashed out. Haha, just kidding. I couldn't do that. Briarstar would kill me. He was still not allowed to leave the camp, which was starting to feel like a prison. I'm not letting this confinement crack me. I'm going to tough it out, and show her that I can do this. Kill me, pfft. 

He still remembered Briarstar's threat to kill him if he caused any trouble, or showed signs of mischief. So much for respecting their own code. Didn't the warrior code say not to kill others unless necessary? Hypothetically, it would've been much easier to just chase him out. It's like she's pregnant or something. He'd seen plenty of birthing females who had been twice as fierce as him. He usually stayed away from hostile she-cats. Even Shadowpaw, then Rex, had known about the importance of offspring. His father's words rang in his head again: when huntin;, ya don't kill the young'uns, ya hear me? Those are the ones who'll grow up an' make more young'uns. If ya kill 'em, then they ain't gonna be able to, ya hear me? So go for the older, slower ones. Give the young'uns time to get their energy together, and when it's all spent, go for 'em. Ya hear me? 

And young Rex had remembered. He knew it would be inevitable to avoid Briarstar forever; she was the leader. but for now, while he was alone, he could check out the other parts of the camp, and the other warriors. Perhaps he would finally settle down. Shadowpaw sighed and lay his head on his paws. 

[Otterpotter]

Mistpaw was curled up near the edge of camp with a half eaten vole beside her. The she-cat had drifted off for a moment after she had just returned from a patrol. The light gray cat began purring as the corner she was tucked into was beginning to warm up. Mistpaw as as always was in her dreamland, but of course the camps buzzing activity made it hard to enjoy her bright red forest.

[Lionhearted]

Hm. Well, these warriors are all busy doing their things. Looks like I'll have to make the first moves, if I want to gain some popularity and respect. There's a she-cat right there. She looks young. Must be an apprentice. Like me, Shadowpaw thought. He clambered up and approached the gray she-cat, thoughts turning in his head, already planning what he was going to say. 

Hello, I'm Shadowpaw, the new cat. I was once a rouge... 

"Hello, I'm Shadowpaw, the new cat. I was once a rouge named Rex," he said. "Do you mind if I join you in your sunpatch?" he asked, flicking his tail. He mustered a smile, and sat down beside the cat. "Are you an apprentice? And may I have your name?" His scrawny shape seemed to make him shrink even more as he sat down. Tucking his paws neatly under him, he sat with a straight posture, with his tail curled around his paws. Does this show I'm orderly, or that I'm just a priss? he thought. Keeping his chin high, he looked back at the gray she-cat. 

Then he realized she had been dozing. Rather embarrassed, he started to stand up, about to leave. He hoped no one had seen him talking to a sleeping she-cat. Ugh, I'm not trying to hit on her or anything. He pulled on an impassive face, but then looked back at her. Well... 

"Psst," he said, trying to prod the gray she-cat with his claw, not knowing to sheathe it. "Wake up. Are we supposed to go on a patrol? I haven't received training." He whispered, trying to start a conversation. He knew perfectly well how to hunt, and fight, too. but was this gray apprentice sleeping when she wasn't supposed to? A small part of him wanted to see her wake up, startled, and be embarrassed that she had been slacking. Psh. Might be mean. Heh. Since when have I been nice?

[Otterpotter]

The gray looked over to the older cat. "I just returned from a patrol..." She replied drowsily. The gray she-cat looked at the tom. She gave him a good look before lifting her head. "If y-your mentor doesn't take you t-to train then you have c-camp chores, or y-you are added t-to a patrol." She said. The gray she-cat counted the words she said and was quite surprised about how much she said. The apprentice had learned of the rouge joining the clan during the previous ceremonies, she wasn't quite sure if it was a good idea but so far Shadowpaw was making a good impression.