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7 Moons. LightningClan. She-Cat.

No cat would ever accuse Minkpaw of being a home-bird, with the apprentice having been caught on multiple occasions sneaking out of camp unsupervised, but today was going to have to be an exception. The somali mix glared out of the camp entrance with a sour expression, nose wrinkling up as she did so. The glare was only half because of her distaste for the world outside of camp, with the other being due to the stinging gusts of thrown-up snow that came whistling through the entrance and directly into her face Having had enough with what outside had to offer, Minkpaw rather moodily turned on her feathered tail and collapsed just inside the entrance to the apprentices' den with an audible "HRMPH," rather put out with her circumstances.

Only yesterday, the whole territory had been shrouded in thick snow with not a breath of wind, but Minkpaw had been stuck in camp cleaning out nests and removing ticks after one of her illegal forays outside alone.

Good thing they didn't catch me later though. They would have thought it was strange for me to be going to Star Claws I think...

The apprentice spared a moment to feel guilty, ears splaying to the side at the thought of anyone in the clan finding out she had a friend in another clan,

or more than a friend?

She shook her head to dispel the thought, returning instead to her easier thought pattern of being moody. She had been looking forward to being able to go and play in the snow today, after all those chores, but with the wind and stinging snow like it was right now there was no chance she was going outside willingly.

She sighed, wondering if there was any cat around who might be willing to help her break her spell of boredom.

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We're gonna play in the dark till it's golden again.

Batpaw whimpered out softly as she and her mentor returned to camp after a brief hunting session. With only a mouse in her jaws, the young apprentice made a swift trip to the fresh-kill pile, setting the prey down on it before quickly dashing back to the apprentice den.

Normally, the energetic she-cat wouldn't have been satisfied with just a simple mouse but the bitter cold and whipping winds were too much for her small body to handle right now. So she was more than happy to curl back up in the den again when she noticed a fellow apprentice, Minkpaw, looking rather unhappy.

She couldn't recall if she and Minkpaw had spoken before, perhaps they had once or twice, but she certainly knew of her. That however, was moreso due to the fact that her compatriot often found herself getting into trouble than for any other reason. Yet in  spite of this, the black-furred she-cat bounded up to her, eager to get to know her and potentially gain a new friend in the process.

"Hi Minkpaw!" Batpaw mewled out, yellow eyes shining with a kit-like giddiness. "What are you doing?"

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NIKO

you're always gonna fly away

just because you know you can

The coal-striped cat shuffled his paws uneasily. His fathers had given him a break from training that day, as the cold was irritating Flashbrook's old injury and Burningleaf was spending time tending to his mate. A surge of warmth spread through him as he thought of the love so obvious between his adopted fathers. A small part of him yearned to find a love like that someday, but another part of him just wanted to be accepted by the Clan first.

He was fourteen moons old, two moons older than the normal advancement age from apprentice to warrior. Even worse than that, he didn't have a proper mentor. While his siblings all had proper mentors of their own, Firestar had assigned Burningleaf and Flashbrook to teach him, not bothering to hide her distaste for the kitten he had been. Even now, he still felt Firestar's lack of acceptance of him, and it stung almost as much as the wind whipping his face.

All because he'd refused a Clan name. All because he wanted to cling to what little he still had of his mother. All because he wanted to hold on to the precious, fading memories of the silver cat who'd given birth to them, loved them, and cared for them, even at the cost of her own life.

Niko shook his head and gazed out over the camp. He was sitting near the outside edge, short fur fluffed out against the cold. Another blast of wind blew snow into his face, and he decided to give up and head to the apprentices' den. He stepped inside, nearly tripping over Minkpaw sprawled out just inside. "Oh, s-sorry," he murmured.

He moved past her and settled into his nest, sighing softly. Moments later, Batpaw bounded up to the den, mewling brightly to Minkpaw. "Hi Minkpaw! What are you doing?" Batpaw's eagerness pulled a small smile onto Niko's face, and he found his ears drawn forward to listen to their conversation, only wishing he had just some of the comfort or confidence both she-cats were known to possess.

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never gonna learn there's no such

place as neverland, you don't understand

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7 Moons. LightningClan. She-Cat.

Resting her chin on her front paws, Minkpaw was trying to force herself into a daydream when Niko almost tripped over her, sending the brown apprentice into a reflexive half-flinch, rolling onto her back and half raising her front paws to protect herself before she realised that the older tom wasn't in fact going to fall on top of her. She glanced at him curiously as he apologised and moved past her, not really sure what to say. She knew very little about Niko from his own mouth, but the clan was a small community and cats talked. They said he was odd, a loner kit living on the charity of the clan with little fighting spirit and little sense of community, as he had refused to take a clan name and truly integrate himself. 

Minkpaw wasn't sure what to think. She had spoken to cats from other clans, but someone with loner origins was certainly a whole new level of "other." She wondered briefly what he thought of LightningClan, did he think he was better than them? He didn't want a clan name after all, but he certainly didn't seem up himself.

"S'alright. I'm right in the entrance after all."

She mewed, deciding it was better to be friendly to him and find out he was a fox-heart than it was to treat him cruelly and find out he was sweet. "Other" could be interesting, and he wasn't half bad-looking.

Oh quit goggling at every tom that says so much as hello to you

She chided herself. He was walking to the back of the den now anyway, so it wasn't like their interaction had been all that layered. She wasn't given too much time to contemplate it anyway, as Batpaw had appeared in a flurry of enthusiasm. 

"Hey Batpaw."

She mrowed, unable to hide her amusement at the other she-cat's energetic mood. She hadn't really spoken to the other apprentice much before, but her giddy nature was rather infectious, and she felt herself warming to her quickly.

"I'm being a lazy little piece of fox-dung and getting bored to death. You look like you just took the wind full-force and went hunting. I'm impressed, but can you feel your nose?"

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