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Sneezing, there was so much sneezing. Currantpaw let go of, yet another, sneeze before she attempted to find a spot to rest that wasn't going to irritate her sinuses more than the pollen already has been. Currantpaw hated this, she didn't like feeling like she couldn't take a breath without any pollen murdering her sinuses. But, there was nothing that she could do and since she had training with Stoatclaw later, the tortoiseshell she-cat found a place to lay down.[break][break]

A small breeze came to Currantpaw, and she braced herself for the sneeze attack that was going to come with it, but instead, the breeze seemed to help her sinuses for a moment. That was a blessing from StarClan indeed. At least, that was how the apprentice was about to consider it. Of course, that didn't stop her from spotting her brother nearby, and out of instinct, she rose to her paws and padded away from the spot that she had thought was safe.[break][break]

Instead, she moved to a more secluded area, at least one that her brother didn't know about. What she didn't expect though was to see another cat there. The scent that came from her was purely NightClan, which was a good sign really. But Currantpaw was trying to place the name that went with the underlying scent and the coat color. But, her lack of knowledge about her clan mates was holding her back from that.[break][break]

Without a naming really coming to mind, and the looming thought that her brother was looking for her, she walked over to the other molly. "I.. um.. would you mind if I joined you?" The clear look of her shy nature was showing, as well as her nervousness about feeling like she was about to be bothering someone else.

[attr="class","currantpaw-tags"]Word Count: 300 || Tag: Fae Magic

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[Fae Magic]

"People may give up on you but you must never give up on yourself." ~Mousepetal

She idly watched the others roam around the camp clearing. Talking among themselves while others sat in small groups to eat together. Leaf-Fall was getting to them; a quick glance at the fresh kill pile announced that much. A twitch of her whiskers was the only indication physically that you could tell the sight of the pile being so small than usual was getting to her. Maybe she should go out and hunt to bring back some more for the clan? She worried what this Leaf-Bare would bring her clan. Clouded amber eyes scanned the faces of the young still present among them and a small smile etched on her face that did not quite reach her eyes. They played carefree and wild like they should and the apprentices practiced and tussled with each other talking in loud voices. She missed out on those kinds of memories. She never was much like the others. Too quite, too small, to meek and unapproachable. A sigh heaved itself from her maw as she turned her attention to herself and began grooming her short grey and white spotted fur with quick practiced licks. It wasn't until a voice spoke up out of nowhere that Mousepetal's eyes swept up to see a small apprentice standing shyly and unsure in front of her. A brief second a flash of what Mousepetal herself looked like in the eyes of others flashed in her mind and she instantly wanted to make this shy little thing feel welcomed. Starclan knew only a few were kind to her when she was that young. A small smile graced her features as she swept her tail along the ground in a gesture that potrayed the words that echoed the movement of her tail.

"Of course! You're more then welcome to sit with me." she said with a curious look on her face as not many would come up to her but this little thing in front of her seemed shy and just as uncertain as Mousepetal used to be when she was her age. 

A whisker twitch later made Mousepetal force a wry smile from appearing on her face. She acted as if she was an elder or something with her thoughts. She actually wasn't all that old and hadn't been a warrior more than a few moons but it felt like a life time ago. The younger molly had an air around her that made Mousepetal think she needed some sort of help maybe or guidance? Or she was just thinking too much in her head about this little girl. Giving a hum she sat up from where she had been lying on her side and turned her attention to the younger clan mate.

"My name is Mousepetal. What's your name hun? I'm not too great with new names so I apologize if I wasn't paying attention at your apprentice ceremony. It's been...mentally rough on me for the past few moons. Anyways, what can I do for you?" she asked with a kind smile on her face hoping to have the other relax.

Word Count: #513 || Tag: @caelia || Notes: With Mousepetal

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Her left ear flicked as she heard Flamepaw move, probably looking for Currantpaw. Thankfully though, he wasn't following her, and that was a blessing for her. StarClan was on her side today, in more ways than one. The molly whom she had potentially irritated by interrupting seemed to be happy and not mad. That made Currantpaw release the small breath that she didn't know that she had been holding. Pure relief could be seen as she slowly made her way over to Mousepetal and laid down next to her, but not too close to be touching the old she-cat.[break][break]

It wasn't that she was scared that Mousepetal was going to freak out if Currantpaw had gotten too close, but it was more that Currantpaw felt more comfortable being right where she was. Close enough to talk, but not close enough to feel like she was pushing boundaries that she didn't want to push. "Thank you." She settled herself and got comfortable, turning slightly so that she was facing the warrior more.[break][break]

She didn't want to seem disrespectful by not facing the she-cat who allowed her to settle in the secluded spot such as this. "My name is Currantpaw. It's nice to meet you Mousepetal." She carefully thought on her words as she said them, not wanting to accidentally say anything wrong. She's done it before after all, she doesn't want to chance doing that once more on accident, that would be horrible. Especially with someone who has been so kind to her already.[break][break]

"That's okay though, I... don't know many names of those in the clan." It was a learning process for her, being able to actually start to get to know the different clan mates. She thought though on what it was that Mousepetal could do for her and she wrapped her tail around her paws lightly. "Help me avoid my brother? He likes to bully me because of how I am..." She trailed off with her words for a bit as she looked toward where she last saw her ginger colored brother.

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[Fae Magic]

"People may give up on you but you must never give up on yourself." ~Mousepetal

The larger molly sat where she had unmoving when the other had approached. Mousepetal had returned to her grooming as she caught sight of the smaller feline lay down beside her at a safe distance as if she was afraid of breaking into her personal bubble space or something but the larger one of the two did not comment on it in case she embereassed the othe. Instead, she sat silently and patiently waiting for the other to speak and answer her inquiries without pressure to the other. Mousepetal understood that it took some courage for shy others like Currantpaw to seek help from those they never met before. Starclan knows Mousepetal had the same issue when she was younger; she'd always take things into her own paws whether she could physically or mentally handle it or not just because she was afraid of judgement and being bullied again.

Her gaze turned towards the smaller feline as she spoke about the fact that she was hiding from her brother, who across camp seemed to be moving around now perhaps in search of his sister? The grey and white she-cat's whiskers twitched in distaste as she watched Flamepaw who just by his walk reminded her far too much of her old den mate Roachflight. Starclan help her if she didn't go over to the apprentice and give him an earful but Mousepetal refrained. Keeping as calm as possible she turned to look towards the other and give her a warm and reassuring smile as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Consider yourself safe from him. I understand the matter of bullying. I used to be bullied by an old den mate of mine Roachflight when I was your age for being different too so I get that. Don't worry, even if he finds you and comes over I will take the lead." she reassured her before licking a paw and rubbing it over her ear idly finishing her grooming.

"Tell me though Currantpaw. Why would your brother bully you? How different are you from him that he thinks he has that right to bully you anyway?" she asked curiously.

Bullying was no matter and although Nightclan's tradition was to pair up to breed the strongest warriors the tradition had long ago been broken by free will of the kits being born to choose their own destinies. Mousepetal wasn't expecting every cat to be nice or the bullying to stop for the future generation because frankly that thought alone wasn't realistic in nature. With good there will always be evil to deal with. But, looking back down at Currantpaw she couldn't help but have flashbacks of how she was when she herself was an apprentice. Not that it had been that long ago but it felt like forever. She felt more grown up and have more knowledge because of her former mentor Starlingcry; that old cat was like a mother to her even in her quiet stoic way. And looking at Currantpaw made Mousepetal wonder if this was how Starlingcry saw her when she was little; maybe the white and grey warrior could help out Currantpaw just like she had been helped when she was young.

Word Count: #537 || Tag: @caelia|| Notes: #Sorry for the wait!

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