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A small figure paced the clearing restlessly, her eyes darting around, waiting for someone to get up. Her long tail flowed behind her gracefully as she pricked her ears, wondering if that faint sound was the sound of the dawn patrol getting ready to leave. She clawed the ground, leaving deep scars gorged into the dirt. She wished that she could start training, but instead, she had gotten the day off. And she hadn't even started learning, at all! She sighed and sat down, her icy blue eyes narrowing in annoyance. What did her mentor expect her to do today? Play?

Tallpaw snorted in annoyance. She was an apprentice, for StarClan's sake! Her siblings were robaly out doing something. Actually, maybe not, she thought as she glanced at the dark sky. Her eyes trailed down from the brightest star to the horizen. The palest strip of green shown on the edge. She sighed and rested her chin on her paws.

[Hellion]

Brightpool

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Perhaps it was her gift from StarClan that made the small white she-cat restless and unable to sleep. She would wander out of camp just before dusk and spend most if not all of the night wandering the territory. The cool evening and starry-skies made it easy to spot the spirits of her fallen Clanmates. She was friendly terms with most of them. Some asked about the kin. Others were in pain, those made her uncomfortable and she'd quickly hide from them. Brightpool's night hunting had becoming amazing and in the darkness the young she-cat brought back her fair sharae of night-time prey.

Returning with her catches just as the early light of sunrise started to glow, her attention drew to the apprentice in camp. It was likely the courage granted to her by speaking with the dead that aloud the normally painfully shy she-cat bravery to talk with a living Clan-mate.

"You are up early Tallpaw." She meowed just after dropping her kills on the pile. A yawn followed her words quickly but the she-cat tried to hold it back. "Are you going on the dawn patrol?" She asked, looking around for other clanmates, the shimmer of her dead brother spirit catching her attention but she ignored him, it was hard to see him.

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I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay

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Tallpaw whipped around, her eyes narrowed defiantly. At first she could not se from the gloom, but her eyes adjusted as the sun rose higher. She lifted her chin defensively but relaxed slightly under the gaze of Brightpool. She never really talked to her clanmate, as Brightpool wasn't very talkative. "I guess," She murmured in a half-confident manner. She quickly gained back her attitude after shaking her fur out. "What are you doing here?" She challenged, ignoring the fact of respect. She could care less about respect.

"Uhh, no," She said in response to Brightpool's querie.

(Do you know where I can find a mentor? I never got one.)

[Hellion]

Brightpool

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The blatant display of disrespect coming from Tallpaw would have normally angered an older warrior, not this white she-cat. Brightpool wasn't as versed in social interaction and while she recognized the attitude and tone of voice, Bright didn't care. She rarely sought out the company of her Clan mates and while it was hard for her to make living friends. The cats that were dead and walking as spirits demanding respect, it was natural for her to give it. Living cats could talk all they want about the courage they had and willingness to die for LightingClan but until Brightpool saw their spirits they hadn't earned her respect.

"If I were you I'd offer to join the Dawn Patrol. Good warriors help out their clan." She told the apprentice, flicking her tail back and forth a few times. Perhaps she could offer to take the apprentices out, there had been no former mentor given to the young apprentices, but she wasn't confident in herself to talk with Redstar and offer to train Tallpaw.

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I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay

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Notes:: PM Butterfly and ask her to a mentor.