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Oakwhisker sat on his own in the middle of the camp, grooming soft spotted fur with his rough pink tongue, trying to get at any knots or gnats that find themselves in his fur. He may be short furred, but it gets messier than one would think it ought to, making it necessary for him to groom on a regular basis. The overcast sky was an unwelcome gloom to him, he missed grazing in the Greenleaf sun and feeling its warm light sinking into his skin. He always felt more sluggish and unmotivated when the sun was hidden by Leafbare and Newleaf clouds, he never really was fond of the cold. He sift his claws through the soft, damp soil as he stretched, noticing Northtail and Dewsong speaking shortly before she left camp, spiking his curiosity and interest. Straightening from his stretching, he considered maybe following, but reconsidered this and decided to walk towards Whitebelly. While neither he nor the other tom were ever very keen in socializing, he was hardly ever bothered by Whitebelly's 'snappy' attitude- though he knew it drove his sister to the moon- and appreciated listening to his hunting stories.
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AlexandraKK I kind of implied that Whitebelly and Oakwhisker were good aquaintences or semi-friends, I hope that's okay?? If not I'll change it ))
Dragonpaw woke up the the sound of wind and the smell of damp leaves that morning, something that made her olive eyes light up excitedly. While she hadn't yet been assigned a mentor, she had received training from her older brother Oakwhisker in the mean time, and today he had decided to let her sleep in and take the day off. Normally she would be disappointed, being very deep into her training even if it was just basics for now, but Oakwhisker had been very grumpy and lazy lately which made the training really boring and she was always sore the next morning. She stepped out of the apprentice den into the brisk air, drinking in the scent of her clan's camp and recognizing the scents of each individual clanmate- every morning as a scent exercise she tried to identify who was already up and going by scent before looking, something she remembered her mother did every morning. Her mother was blind, a trait that came with her age, and often struggled to identify scents. Dragonpaw wanted to be sure that ever should she become void of one of her primary senses, she wouldn't be useless, after all she had such ambitious plans for her own future. The first thing she noticed was Whitebelly shooting Snaketongue a 'look', the she-cat was a fierce flirt, and she chuckled at the exchange, eyes flitting across to Frostedleaf who was also just rising, and her brother, Oakwhisker. She followed his gaze the Northtail and Dewsong, who were talking quietly about something she couldn't seem to overhear no matter how she tried, so when Dewsong turned and left the camp at quite an impatient speed, her curiosity was definitely piqued- and so was her resolve. She waited while Northtail moved to his usual perch, and his attention was turned away from her, before slouching off after Dewsong.
She did not go without attracted some attention, she suspected, as the fur between her shoulders bristled in the feeling of being watched, but she had made up her mind and was going to follow through. She scented the air, trying to find out which direction Dewsong was headed, so she could follow indirectly, and wouldn't seem as suspicious.
edit; (( WOW, I did not expect that to be so
long... I thought it might end up a little short at best, especially since we're just starting. :o ))
