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No time to be lazy, the journey is perfect,
the pace is so crazy, the race is so worth it.

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It had only been a couple days since he and his sister had become apprentices at last, and the two of them had been rather busy with their respective mentors, but Snakepaw was determined to spend some time with his sister tonight. Honeywhisker had been assigned to the dusk patrol so they wouldn't be training until later in the night, maybe not til after moonhigh. That left him plenty of time to spend with Scrap. Scrap-paw. Though he supposed that also depended on her mentor.... Maybe he had been assigned to the dusk patrol too. That would be convenient. Hopefully.

He had adjusted well to NightClan's nocturnal schedule, much preferring to the cool, dark nights to the too bright day that made his eyes hurt and his skin burn. So he woke at dusk quite ready to begin his night, curled in a nest beside his sister in the apprentice's den. He raised his head to glance around the dark den before rising to his paws, arching his back in a luxurious stretch. He shook his out fur and without another moment's hesitation pounced playfully right on top of his sister, “Snake bite!”

He tugged at her ear in his silly signature move he had invented when playing with his siblings moons ago as kits, and rolled off her almost as soon as he'd landed, laughing as he tore out of the den before she would have a chance to retaliate. She'd have to catch him if she wanted to pay him back for the rude awakening. He skidded to a halt before he nearly crashed into a dark tortoiseshell she-cat padding by with two other she-cats. She turned a narrowed ember colored gaze on him and he grinned sheepishly up at her, but the trio moved on without a word to him, heading for the camp entrance and disappearing up the slope that led out into the pine forest. Oops, that was close. The distraction made him forget he'd been running from his sister.

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I will be with you, we'll do this together.
Always together.

Fawn

[Fawn]

What doesn't kill me had better start running.

Scrap-paw was probably the only cat in existence that would feel happy at the sight of a white-furred, red-eyed cat waking her up from a comfortable rest. Scrap-paw had only two words of warning - "Snake bite!" - before her brother had pounced, teeth tugging at her ear before he took off faster than a mouse with it's tail on fire. Scrap-paw threw some of her bedding after him.

"Hey! Get back here! Don't you know I eat snakes for breakfast?" Scrap-paw grinned, kicking up the rest of her nest in quick pursuit. She didn't think much on what she should have been doing or if Briarthroat had any plans for her. Scrap-paw didn't care about much before breakfast, that was just a fact. But even if she had eaten, Scrap-paw would never place anything higher up on her to-do list than the chance to spend time with her brother.

Her only kin. The only one who mattered.

Scrap-paw ignored the hiss of surprise as she startled some older warriors passing by the apprentices' den, and she even ducked under a tall tom with very long legs, not about to lose track of Snakepaw. Witnessing him nearly collide with a trio of tortoiseshell cats - the sisters - put the calico kitten's fur on edge. Her tail fluffed protectively, and she stalked over as if to fight off all of LeopardClan to keep him safe. But her posturing wasn't needed; the warriors moved on - and Snake was wide open for attack.

Scrap-paw's haunches gathered, muscles coiling. "BAM! You're dead!" Scrap-paw landed in a flurry of paws, smacking playfully at Snakepaw's flanks as if to beat the dust out of his pristine white coat.

6 Moons | Apprentice | NightClan

ScraPaw

@zen 279 Words
Notes:
omg Snake bite! So cute!

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No time to be lazy, the journey is perfect,
the pace is so crazy, the race is so worth it.

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Paws pounding his flanks had the albino apprentice whipping around, suddenly remembering his game with his sister. He slipped, falling to his side, and dramatically pretended to die, “Ahhhh noooo.” He stifled a laugh, and lay still for a moment, then rolled onto his back to look around the camp from upside down, watching warriors walk past as though they were defying gravity.

He rolled back to his paws and butted his head affectionately against Scrap-paw's shoulder, purring, “How come you always win? You're gonna be the best fighter ever.” He blinked blood red eyes at his sister in admiration. She had always been fierce, and though he tried, he didn't really have it in him to be as fierce as she was.

His ears pricked with sudden interest, “Oh! How's your mentor? Honeywhisker is really nice, I like her a lot. When she showed me the territory I got to chase frogs! And RainClan's scent smells funny, don't you think? I wonder what a fish tastes like....” He realized he was jumping around withing giving his sister any time to respond to anything and whisker twitched. Oops. “Have you and Briarthroat had fun?”

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I will be with you, we'll do this together.
Always together.

Fawn

[Fawn]

What doesn't kill me had better start running.

'How's your mentor?' he asked.

"Old," Scrap-paw blurted out, not really caring to add any more to that statement. It was true. Briarthroat was old; she wouldn't go out and say she liked him, she didn't like anyone except Snakepaw. "But he did teach me how to hunt better," she finally admitted. "I got a squirrel." That smug feeling of bringing back a piece of prey almost as large as herself... Scrap-paw wanted that feeling again.

As he always did when he was excited, Snakepaw was babbling like an overflowing brook. Hardly minding - she wanted him to be happy - the calico kitten's haunches folded into a sit. But there was something... Scrap-paw couldn't describe it... sad? Bittersweet? about all of this. The way Snakepaw went on, you'd think he'd been born a Clan cat from the start. He hadn't inherited the cruelty and survivability from their mother like she had. Snakepaw couldn't turn his back on the Clan - not like Scrap-paw.

Not like Scrap-paw had been planning.

I guess this means I'm staying. Splotched ears flattened as though to squish down that thought; dull yellow eyes looked distant, tail absentmindedly flicking to and fro. If he spoke again, Scrap-paw missed it, too caught up in her own thoughts. Snake fits in just fine. But me? I don't belong here. I never will.

6 Moons | Apprentice | NightClan

ScraPaw

@zen #217 Words