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Let's start a riot tonight, A pack of lions tonight

FinchpaW

6 Moons || Tom || TreeClan

     The sun was high in the sky, teeming with Greenleaf. Finchpaw was resting, for once, his muscles heavy after a early morning filled with antics. He imagined his mentor, Gorsetail, and felt a small pang of pity for his mentor: How awful it must be being deputy and not being able to fully devote himself to his apprentice. None the less, Finchpaw agreed internally that he would provide Gorsetail with every opportunity to train him and fulfill his desires to participate in teaching the most impressive warrior there would be in Treeclan.

    The internal dialogue that had been unfolding in Finchpaw's mind kept him thoroughly entertained as he watched the camp, admiring the way the sun filtered into the center of Treeclan territory. His eyes wandered with the light silently, tracing its way down until it crossed paths with a small gray she-cat. Finchpaw felt his eyes narrow and his throat tense as he recognized Amberpaw. He had known of Amberpaw since he was a kit, often avoiding her gaze and trying to avoid her attentions, incapable of understanding why she made his stomach uneasy. And yet, despite his best intentions he often found himself drawn back into her, admiring the way she walked alongside Fawnpaw, her sister.

     He had always held her at a distant, which was probably best as he was fairly loud, but secretly he had often yearned to close the distance between the two, to speak with her without have to worry about the glorious image he had to upkeep. Hesitantly, he looked around for sign of Fawnpaw or Thornpaw, and when he didn't see them, Finchpaw took the initiative, leaping up from his seat in a flurry of brilliant ginger fur. With deliberate steps, the apprentice made his way over to Amberpaw, noticing for the first time how much larger he had gotten recently in comparison to her slender frame. Shaking off the distracting thoughts that encroached his mind, Finchpaw stopped directly in front of Amberpaw, his voice deep in his throat, unlike his usual loud delivery.

     "H-Hello Amberpaw... I-I was wondering if you might want to do something-- Sparring? I was thinking this would be a nice day to go to the wildflower clearing..." For some reason the loud apprentice was unusually uneasy around the she-cat, pawing the ground nervously with his large hulking paws.

In this world he who stops won't get anything he wants

423 ||Justice Fawn  Phoenix || Tagged for References.

[Justice]

Amberpaw

10 Moons, She-Cat, TreeClan

She had decided she would practice stalking today, something she knew how to do because her mother had taught her when she'd been just a kit. Not for hunting, she'd been too small, but so that she could have a bit of fun stalking and pouncing on the various bugs that they'd find on their way. So her gray body was flat to the ground and she was sneaking slowly up to a butterfly that was sitting on the root of the tree where the medicine den was tucked when Finchpaw called out to her.

The she-cat stood up straight, doing her very best to mimic the way her mentor Mockingbird moved and held herself. She respected that she-cat so much and wanted to make her proud. Her mother would always be proud of her, but if she could make a mentor proud then maybe she could build up to doing something that would make even Lionstar proud of her. Lionstar, though she knew he wasn't her father, was someone she adored. He was the closest thing she and her siblings had to a father, and she wanted him to be proud of her.

"What do you want?" She didn't like this little tom. He was too loud, didn't listen, and didn't follow the rules. Amberpaw's exact opposite. She was much happier with the likes of Owlpaw, who was more thoughtful of those around him. At least she thought so. Her green-grey eyes narrowed as he spoke, tail flicking back and forth behind her.

"I do enjoy the wildflower clearing, but we're still not allowed to go anywhere without a warrior." She sat down, considering him. "But, if you want to go I can always ask if my mother would take us. She likes hunting in the clearing."

And what a lovely night it is
To walk a moonlit field
To see the softer shades
That are by starlight now revealed
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Words ✦ @minxxy ✦ OOC : Moonfeather would be in the background only.

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Let's start a riot tonight, A pack of lions tonight

FinChpaW

9 Moons || Tom || TreeClan

Finchpaw held his head down, his whiskers twitching as he tried to avoid flashing his eyes at Amberpaw. For moons it had often baffled the tom how the she-cat could seem so disinterested in him. Part of him wanted to fight it, but as he saw the look in her eyes, part of him was also ready to let go. Of course she wouldn't want to go with him. He sighed, and prepared himself to back away and return to his post outside the apprentice den when she spoke. 

"What do you want?" the words escaped her lips, Finchpaw wincing slightly, his ears folding back ever so slightly. He couldn't help but feel shame, almost sorry for asking her instead of his regular go to, Thornpaw. Almost.

As Amberpaw continued to talk, Finchpaw's demeanor changed. He straightened himself lightly, tensing the muscles in his shoulders, his coat rippling slightly, and looked straight at the other apprentice, slightly his senior. He slowly nodded as she spoke, carefully thinking of the words he'd say, as if almost afraid to overstep his boundaries. Many times, Finchpaw could be nothing but loud, but he desperately wanted to show Amberpaw something different. "That would be awesome! I need to practice some more... Being the best takes lots and lots of practice, I've heard."

He tried to wink, falling short and looking more like a kit with a twitch, causing the tom to look away bashfully. After a moment, he turned back to look at Amberpaw, excitement rolling in his eyes like the strongest currents. And yet, despite his desire to run, despite his desire to howl out in thirll and excitement, the tom only stood there, the tip of his tail darting back and forth as she waited for Amberpaw, eager to follow her at a tails length. "You lead, I'll follow!"

In this world he who stops won't get anything he wants

#333 | Justice | Finch trying so hard to not be a tool. 

[Justice]

Amberpaw

10 Moons, She-Cat, TreeClan

Ugh. Did this tom ever catch a hint? She didn't particularly want to spend time with him, and his exuberance was not helping. But, she'd promised to go, so now she had to go. "I'll get my mother." She told him and trotted off, eventually russling under her mother's frame as she was still small enough to flatten to the ground and wiggle around to do so. It was a silly, kit-like gesture, and one she did expressly to please her mother.

"Finchpaw wants to go to the wildflower clearing, could you take us?"

"Of course."

And that was that. She returned to her fellow apprentice with the slender gray she-cat in her wake, bouncing along a little more now that she was with someone she actually liked. "We can go now, mother said she'd take us." She was making it very clear to this little troublemaker that she wasn't sneaking out of camp with him. And maybe having an adult around would discourage him from doing anything stupid.

As they made their way to the clearing Amberpaw's step became lighter and she began darting back and forth after every bug or small bird she saw. She heard her mother laughing at her, but didn't mind at all. Someday she'd be a strong warrior just like her mother! Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd even have some of Mockingbird's grace. Because StarClan knew her mother had very little of that. Not that it was her fault, with her legs like they were, but still.

When they finally reached their destination Amberpaw stopped and watched her mother, just as she'd been taught as a young kit. As far as her mother had come, she believed the she-cat knew everything there was to know about when something was safe. "Wait a minute." She told Finchpaw. It didn't take long before the she-cat motioned them on. "Have fun."

"So lets see what we can find." She offered her fellow apprentice before setting off into the flowers. Most were tall enough that if she crouched she'd disappear into them, but for now she'd let her tail show so her companion knew where she was.

And what a lovely night it is
To walk a moonlit field
To see the softer shades
That are by starlight now revealed
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Words ✦ @minxxy ✦ Notes