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[Dyzzie]

Emberpaw . . . . The name felt on, as the young tom stared at his reflection trying to piece together if the name really fit him. Or at least, if it really fit him like Emberkit had. He figured it was just a small change in the last syllable, plus how was he to argue if it was decided he was ready to join the other apprentices. but it didn't help the small feline feel any more ready. Just the change of name felt foreign to him. And the apprentice den seemed so dark and cold and unrelenting . . . He already missed the security of the nursery - where everything was just so.

He doubted that it would remain so foreign - if he only gave it a chance, but the young tom was always a bit different from the others. He was too feminine. Too delicate. To . . . . too much like a she-cat. He scoffed at the though, flicking his tail as he twisted his nose to the air . . . he tried hard not to let any other's judgement upset him. He liked who he was . . . Sure, he wasn't the brave knight . . . but he didn't care. He was feminine, and delicate, and shy and kind . . . With a snappy attitude to defend himself with. He flicked his tail lightly as he turned from the water, his ears flicking down lightly in dismay at the rapid thoughts cycling his brain.

He needed to get the thoughts to calm. With a sigh, he began to move away from the main portion of camp, his steps light and airy - graceful even. He was more than a little feminine. It wasn't hard to see why some cats had mistaken him for a little she-kit when he was younger. The ginger tom just had that way about him. He took a soft breath as he looked around, trying to find someone to talk to, to be a little social - he liked being social after all . . . . Even if the new change in becoming an apprentice was a bit daunting.

[Silvergrass]

As the long-furred she-cat padded into her clans camp, dragging a small, very dead rodent along with her, she sighed and looked around the camp with glittering eyes. Dumping the squirrel onto the fresh-kill pile with a small amount of force, Stormfeather turned around and paced for a bit. Leaf-bare was being harsh this season, looking around the cold, nearly deserted camp it was very easy to tell that. but that didn't mean that everyone had to go and hide in their dens for the whole season.

The she-cat gazed at the warriors den, where she could see the shadowy shapes of her clan members as they rested. It was likely she would find no companion to chat to in there. Was there anyone outside of the dens at all? Hoping to find an answer to the question, Stormfeather halted her pacing and surveyed the camp once more. A few stray cats were wandering to and fro, however none looked liked they were willing to sit in the cold snow and chat, rather than falling asleep on their soft moss beds. Honestly, what was with everyone these days?

[Dyzzie]

Emberpaw looked up, noticing a cat that seemed to be strolling about. She'd dropped a rodent into the freshkill pile before looking around. Hesitantly the tom moved forward, his ginger pelt bright, the black spots on his face standing out as he approached slowly. She was pacing - was something alright? Or was she just bored? He wasn't srue but he figured he'd go forward and see what was up either way. The tom tilted his head lightly to the side, awkwardly . . . shyly, "Uhm . . . miss, uhm, excuse me ma'am?" He asked softly, delicately, his tail coiling around himself as he slowly sat down in front of her, looking up at her shyly, "Uhm, are you alright? You . . . uh, you're pacing . . ." He mumbled awkwardly, looking a little shy and uncomfortable. He shifted his paws lightly before looking up at her again, "Lovely . . . . uhm, lovely day isn't . . . uh, isn't it?" He added awkwardly.

[Silvergrass]

Stormfeather halted in mid-pace, swirling around so her eyes met the young toms. He seemed vaguely worried, asking her something about pacing. The she-cat felt a grin cross her face, this cat was barely out of the nursery, and seemed to be a very sweet little apprentice. "Oh, I'm alright. Just a little bored, that's all." She mewed as she glanced up to the sky. Even if it was the middle of leaf-bare, the apprentice was certainly right. The sun was shining high above the horizon, and it was definitely a lovely day. "Yes, I suppose it is. Anyway, I'm Stormfeather! It's very nice to meet you." She mewed, trailing of a bit at the end.

[nomstar]

Just because he won't listen...

The little white tom watched his clanmates. His crystal blue eyes saw the words 'day', 'you' and 'pacing' emerge from the Emberpaw's mouth. Then Stormfeather said 'I'm alright. Just bored. I suppose it is. Nice to meet you'. Or something like that. He smiled to himself. He was getting good at this. Even good at speaking. I should try some speaking now. He padded over to his clanmates and peered up at them. What should he say? "Hello. What are you doing?" Did he do it right? Was it in the right tone? Hopefully it was. There was no way of knowing. but he practised all the time at night when everyone else was asleep. So it must be right.

...Doesn't mean he won't try

TAGS: n/a - WORD COUNT: 136 - NOTES: What he actually says it up to interpretation, so go crazy XD

[Dyzzie]

Emberpaw tilted his head as the other spoke, explaining she was bored, before he blushed when she introduced herself - realizing he'd forgotten to do that part. How foolish of him. His tail swished lightly from side to side delicately, his gaze lowering, "Erm, I'm Emberpaw . . . if you didn't know." He meowed almost shyly, before looking up in surprise as another approached. He turned to eye a young white tom, tilting his head lightly towards the white and blue eyed cat, before shyly looking away again before he could be accused of staring. Finally the other spoke though, a greeting of Hello followed by a what are you doing. Emberpaw shifted his paws awkwardly, the feminine cat looking a little uncomfortable with now talking to two as he drew his tail closer, pawing at it lightly with one delicate forepaw, "Hi . . ." He meowed back, before looking towards the other cat again, "Well enough, though it appears Stormfeather is bored." He meowed softly.

[Silvergrass]

Stormfeather let out a friendly chuckle at the poor apprentices nervousness, Emberpaw seemed to be very young. Must have just left the nursery a few days ago. Eyeing the second newcomer, the she-cat felt her boredom levels descending. She was a very lucky cat to have found some felines that would actually brave the cold. "Yes, I fear that all my den-mates are hiding in the warriors den. Unlike the three of us, everyone seems to be terrified of the cold." She mewed, sitting down on the cold snow as she curled her long, fluffy tail around her paws.

[nomstar]

Just because he cannot listen...

'Bored' was all that the little kit saw Emberpaw say. As well as 'Stormfeather '.  He was getting good at this.  Now the warrior spoke, her mouty silently moving. 'Hiding in the warriors den.' and the something about the cold. He fluffed out his long white fur to battle the leafbare winds. "It is cold today" he mewed. I wonder what I sound like.

...Doesn't mean he won't try

TAGS: n/a - WORD COUNT: 79 - NOTES: ~

[Dyzzie]

Emberpaw glanced at the older female, nodding as his gaze turned towards the dens, seeing the outlines of cats hidden from the weather, "It's chilly, but if you keep moving, you hardly notice it." He meowed softly, his voice gentle and calm, but not accusing to those hiding from the weather. His gentle gaze turned towards the younger kit as he fluffed out his white fur, and for a moment Emberpaw wished he had a longer pelt. Sure, his was thicker at the moment because of the weather, but short fur only go you so far. "It's cold . . . but not unbearably so. The sun is shining, and it's helping keep it bearable." He meowed, shaking his head as his ears pricked lightly, the young apprentice smiling lightly to himself, "but as long as the others are comfortable . . . there doesn't seem to be much needing done today anyways."

[Silvergrass]

"I suppose so. Would either of you two be interested in a game?" The she-cat asked, smiling softly as the young kit spoke. Viewing the only two other cats that could be located in the outside world, Stormfeather noticed a certain keenness in the young kits eyes. It was as if he was studying her mouth, as to why she did not know. Somewhat uncomfortable being under such a watchful gaze, the grey cat began to lick her paw absent-mindedly.

[nomstar]

A game. The warrior began to look uncomfortable, although he couldn't tell why. Her gaze shifted its attention to her paw as she began to lick it absentmindedly. Why was she doing that? It wasn't dirty. At least he didn't think so. Maybe she stepped in some mud. Frostkit looked over at Emberpaw. The apprentice's fur looked like short. Unlike his own long white pelt. Then he remembered the question and smiled. "Sure, what do you want to play?" That was one of the longest things he could say, only because all the other kits were always saying it. Even his siblings. Maybe they were going to play a hunting game. It would be good practice for when he was an apprentice in a moon's time. 

[Dyzzie]

Emberpaw brightened at the thought of a game, tilting his head gently to the side as his serene smile looked curious, "A game, what sort of game?" He asked softly, looking from the kit, to the warrior with another smile as the delicate tom moved a few steps, stretching out his back legs in the process, "I think a game sounds like a lot of fun!" He added, his expression hopeful.

[Silvergrass]

"I don't know..." The she-cat trailed off, her mind digging through the long list of games she used to play. Moss-ball perhaps? Maybe they could try reed hopping... Or maybe something with a more simple idea to it. "I could help you practice your hunting! We could see if there's anything in camp!" Stormfeather exclaimed happily, hough she doubted any small creatures would be out during such a cold day. If they couldn't find anything, leaves were a good substitute.