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THE GREATEST REVENGE IS COMPASSION
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SPARKPAW

APPRENTICE | LIGHTNINGCLAN | 12 MOONS

Firestar granted her clan no words on the journey to Starclan's Claws and none upon arrival either, though there was no need. Those she brought with her were well versed in behavior at gatherings, and the two apprentices attending were very well-mannered. She probably would have said something if Lynxpaw came. Sparkpaw thought as he began wading through a pool of Treeclan cats.

The night was fairly mild, nothing notably good or bad about the weather, though he would have preferred to have a little more moonlight. The clouds blotted out almost all brightness, only a shard of the moon reached through the blanket of darkness. Sparkpaw took a deep breath. All the other clans were close, though it was just Treeclan right now. Even though the orange and white tom didn't feel inclined to mingle, he knew it was one of the reasons why he had to come; why they all had to come.

It was his first gathering, though at his age, he was just about ready to become a warrior. His body had already filled out nicely, and muscles rippled under his orange tabby and white pelt, of which shone healthily in the scarce moonlight. He had made sure to groom himself handsomely for his first, and likely last, gathering as an apprentice.

There was no need to busy himself knowing the immature youth when he could hold a better conversation with a more mature audience. In a moment, his eyes picked out a handsome Treeclan warrior, suspiciously more plump than his clanmates. His pelt was snow white with thin, black tabby markings. When Sparkpaw walked up, the tom's ears flicked casually his way and the Treeclan warrior turned to look with cheerful amber eyes.

"Ay' mate, wot are ya up to this evenin'?" The silver tabby spoke with a thick, yet bubbly accent.

It caught Sparkpaw off guard. Everything. About. This. Cat. Was. WEIRD. The Lightningclan apprentice had already planned an incredibly professional greeting, yet this plump buffoon completely trashed his hopes of being able to speak with a real warrior, not an utter goof. If Sparkpaw really did what he felt, he would have walked away then and there without a single word spoken.

Though he couldn't bear to be so insensitive.

"Uh, well, in fact I am doing quite well. Just trying to find a spot that has a good view." Sparkpaw spoke uncomfortably. It was a lie, though this cat's eye contact was so intensely happy. Sparkpaw almost gasped in relief as the tom released him from his overly-amiable gaze.

Sparkpaw thought for that brief moment, maybe it was a signature battle move.

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AMBITION IS A POOR EXCUSE FOR NOT HAVING SENSE ENOUGH TO BE LAZY.

Birchfrost looked around. A good bally view, eh? That's bloody hogwash if ya ask me mate. The Treeclan warrior thought to himself. They were sitting towards the back, with plenty of spaces between them and the leaders. This chap in't quite smart is he? Birchfrost mused confidently.

Though as much as Birchfrost wanted to help find this cat a good view, he really was a bit lonely. No one approached him at gatherings, and if they did, it was always by accident. They always tried to escape. Birchfrost knew he may not be she sharpest claw on the paw, but the Treeclan tom was a happy and sociable spirit.

He knew when cats were trying to slip away, and this Lightningclan tom was no different from every other cat he'd known.

Perhaps he would stay longer than the others? No one had ever stayed sitting next to him until every leader had finished talking. In fact, no one would last through to when the leaders even started talking. Aye I'm a bloody 'eadache, but I migh' as well 'ave a li'ole fun wit this 'ere 'pprentice eh? Lightningclan isn't so short to not bring any apprentices to a gathering, and Birchfrost had been to enough of them to know almost all the other cats that showed up. His heart stuttered as he noticed the young tom turn to walk away.

"Oh, er, 'ey mate, this spot right 'ere is quite a nice one, eh? Got some nice...er, perspective." Birchfrost chuckled and rested a paw next to him, looking at the ginger and white apprentice longingly. Please mate, please don't go.

Give me a chance, eh? Birchfrost prayed, forcing a smile.

42 Moons - Warrior - TreeClan

Birchfrost

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THE GREATEST REVENGE IS COMPASSION
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SPARKPAW

APPRENTICE | LIGHTNINGCLAN | 12 MOONS

Just as Sparkpaw turned to walk past him and pretend to look for a different, more formal warrior to speak to, the Treeclan warrior spoke up in a friendly voice. Sparkpaw's heart ached as he noticed a trace of hopelessness. The white tom's amber eyes were no longer overbearing, and in fact emanated a heart-wrenching loneliness. Oh Starclan nooooooo...

Sparkpaw wanted to disappear, but the look even his clanmates around him gave the silver tabby tom made the apprentice cringe internally. Did no one like this cat? Not even his clanmates? Out of pity, Sparkpaw succumbed.

"Uh, s-sure. Sure. That seems like it'll do. Don't want to be too close, right?" Sparkpaw tried to laugh, but it came out in reluctant huffs. When the tabby and white tom sat down, he looked over to the Treeclan warrior, only to notice his eyes alight with that joyous shine Sparkpaw was initially greeted with. He quickly looked away towards the leaders, gaze passing over the cats that had started conglomerating from five to one.

It was no use. He had already agreed to it, and he couldn't bear to leave now. Sparkpaw cleared his throat, attempting to break the awkward silence, trying to ignore the bickering apprentices gathered right next to them, young fools trapped in a game of cat and mouse.

"So, uh, anything interesting happen in Treeclan lately?" Sparkpaw asked kindly.

Starclan help me.

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