[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Minkpaw

The way that she dances,

ain't afraid to take chances

It was quiet Greenleaf night, heat still present despite the lack of the burning sun within the inky black sky. It was clear, as the moonlight filtered in and out of the thick branched trees, the silver light accompanying the ever present twinkling stars within the stretch of Silverpelt. With the regrowth of the forest the past two seasons, the sounds of nightlight were fairly active as they reached even the near quiet camp of Treeclan. 

The sound of shifting and noise being made caused the foggy edges of a dreary dream to fade away as consciousness was being brought back to the young she-cat. Thick tail flickering ever so slightly, sleepy blue pools cracked open to view the darkness of the apprentice den. 

After a couple of blinks, the fresh youngster was able to adjust her watery hues to the lack of light, though the world was currently upside down in view. As always, the round faced molly slept on her back with her paws hanging above her soft, exposed belly in a fairly relaxed position within her warm, mossy nest. The scents of her brothers next to her were strong, but the creeping scent of a particular golden tomcat was what brought her attention towards the den entrance. 

From her upside down view, Minkpaw could see Lionstar's crowned prince attempting to sneak around the sleeping forms of other Treeclan apprentices that snoozed in pure obliviousness. Shifting her head, those wide and expressive eyes of hers flickered with curiosity and mischievousness as she felt the urge to slip out after Brackenpaw. 

Quickly rolling over to her belly, Minkpaw rose to those chunky brown paws of hers before she picked her away over Volepaw and Otterpaw as the two toms were also somewhat sprawled out within their nests. Her quiet movements halted for a second when Lilypaw shifted within her den, a yawn parting the blind she-cat's jaws before she went silent once more as sleep consumed her. 

Flickering that thick tail of hers again, Minkpaw moved to slip outside the den. A gust of warm, Greenleaf wind pressed against the thick furred molly, though it wasn't nearly as strong as what she assumed Lightningclan dealt with due to their lack of trees and rather flat territory. 

A purr rose within the chest of the mostly cream Siamese she-cat as she enjoyed the nighttime atmosphere, though the sudden idea to spring through the trees pressed to the forfront of her mind. In fact, Minkpaw almost forgot why she had crawled out of her nest in the first place, her mind wandering to the delight of slinking among the leaves like a brown and cream squirrel with extra toes. 

Oh!

"Brackenpaw!" Minkpaw called out in a rasped whisper, trotting over in a lackadaisical way towards where the golden tomcat was attempting to slip through the bushes and undergrowth surrounding the camp. It didn't take her long to catch up to his side, her alert causing him to freeze in his steps for just a second as those golden pools of his stared her down. 

"Are you sneaking out? Can I come?" Minkpaw asked, her voice quieter once she pulled up to his side oblivious to the fact her flank brushed against his for but a moment, a smile wide upon her brown muzzle. There was warmth that run beneath her thick pelt, the excitement of possibly scaling through the clan's namesake at night when they were supposed to be asleep. 

It sounded fun!

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Fawn & 594 words

OOC: I believe I did math correctly, I have it set to the Greenleaf after their apprentice ceremony so they should be 9 Moons old.

[Fawn]

Brackenpaw

TreeClan || 9 Moons || Tom

Brackenpaw turned, golden eyes narrowing as a familiar brown-furred shape trotted out to greet him. He smirked, giving her a little push with his shoulder back towards camp. "Go back to bed, you're gonna blow my cover." But it wasn't said seriously or with any effort to enforce it.

"Just getting a drink." The days were so hot and he spent so much of his time training with Feathercloud, that by Sunhigh he, like so many other TreeClan cats, tried to sleep away most of the heat. Then nighttime hit, and it was like stepping into a whole nother world. The slender golden tom, his body much lighter in composition than that of his father or sisters, was able to slip into the dry dull undergrowth without issue.

With a swift glance back at Minkpaw, Brackenpaw reappeared on the other side of the bushes, making his way south towards the sparkling brook. It was a good time to be out; the sun wasn't bearing down on them like the heated breath of some enormous, unseen monster. A firefly winked into existance a foxlength nearby. Then another. And another.

Brackenpaw lowered into a crouch, creeping forward until he was in a good position to ambush one of the glowing, gently moving targets. The firefly lit up again and Brackenpaw pounced - and missed intentionally. It seemed a shame to kill it, so his paw swept through the air beside it, gently buffeting the firefly sideways just from the sudden rush of wind.

The glow lit up the center of his eyes, the pupils expanded to take in as much of the nightlife as he possibly could. With a lazy stretch, Brackenpaw casually asked Minkpaw. "How'd you get past those three mossheads of yours?" Weaselpaw, Volepaw and Otterpaw.

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Ghost the Undead Goddess || 298 Words || Notes