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[font=georgia] A lithe molten-amber tabby pulled himself out of the cramped apprentice's den, his tail flat on the ground and his paces slow and uncertain. Another sleepless night - the 3rd in a row, as a matter of fact. This was as bad as it had ever been, and what with his duties and all, Chalicepaw was honestly beginning to feel it. The daylight did nothing to awaken him but burn his retinas, and he felt so deeply exhausted that, had his body allowed it, he would have collapsed right there and then on the camp floor. But no - he was just going to get on with this stupid day and finish it so he could go sit in the back of the nursery and bang his head on the floor so that maybe it would fix his brain. Apprentice's den. Whatever.
So, the question was, with a body that hadn't slept in 72 hours, what was there to do? Hunting was out of the equation, and the same for training. It just wasn't happening today. Maybe he would take a walk, clear his mind, plunge himself in some ice water, and then go hunting. Sure.
As he was pacing the camp, almost completely oblivious to his surroundings, the tom proceeded to crash into a yawning clanmate. "My apologies." Chalicepaw mewed, trying as hard as he could to force some kind of liveliness into his voice, and ending up mimicking her yawn. "I wasn't looking where I was going - are you alright?" He asked with a wince, embarrassment suddenly flooding his system.
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ic; The femme would've moved out of the way of she was alerted of his presence earlier, but alas she noticed him at last second. Skypaw stumbled backwards, nearly losing her balance and falling on her rump. Shaking her head, the beauty queen quickly replied, "It's alright." Her baby blue optics stared curiously at the tom, probably around her own age. She hasn't seen him before, or even know his name. Shuffling her paws uncomfortable, an awkward silence gaping between them, the tortie smoke white patched agile creature cleared her throat to speak.
"I'm Skypaw."
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[font=georgia] The apprentice grimaced at the brief stretch of flat silence that stretched between them, averting his eyes to a nearby tree, and about to dismiss himself when she introduced herself. He paused for a moment, smiling cordially towards her. "Oh. That's - a pretty name. I'm Chalicepaw. Nice to meet you." The tom mewed curiously looking her over to see where the name must have come from, until he met her eyes. Well, there was no question about it, now. At least he wasn't lethargic anymore. "How long have you been an apprentice?" He inquired, wondering if she was as new as he was.
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The black wolf dog came across the two other apprentices, his tail wagging rapidly in greeting. He noticed that one of them was the sister and daughter of two of the wolf's friends. The reincarnated general's eyes shifted from the femme to the other apprentice, he'd never seen him before. "Hello guys, how are you?" he asked with a tilt of his head.
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"Hello, you three." A cheery voice mewed. Rookfeather was rather tired as of late. He had been working hard on improving the camp, and of course searching for his mate. But the deputy still wanted to have time to chat with other Shadowclanners, and he hadn't had the chance for a while.
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ic; The beauty queen sent tom who had just introduced himself to be Chalicepaw a small smile as he complimented her name. "Why thank you, you're name's quite interesting as well," she murmured, meaning every word. Chalice... She hadn't heard of the word before, but it sounded beautiful. Of course you couldn't say that to a guy as that would just be plain weird. Aqua azure optics flickered over to the ebony wolf pup. Surprise flashed across the femme's gaze as she didn't believe she had seen the canine around before. "Hello..." she was about to say his name when she realized that that bit of information was unknown to her. Damn. "I'm doing well, how about you?" Turning to see her mother's colleague, the tortie smoke white patched feline smiled. Now this was a feline she knew. "Hey Rookfeather."
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father; trackerjacker
grandmothers; wildfire & beadedstar
grandfathers; irony & frogsplash
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"Hey, Skypaw," the warrior meowed as he padded to his daughter's side. Of course Trackerjacker would be brought to the scene wherever his daughter was. Being the protective father that he was, he wanted to make sure his children were all safe and happy. He dipped his head politely to the surrounding cats, recognizing most of them, even if only slightly.
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Pictureperfect trotted towards her family and clanmates with a smile. The deputy brushed up against her mate and the newest swagmaster, Trackerjacker, licking his cheek in greeting. Then, she turned to the others. "Hello."
"Hey guys!" Deluzepaw bounded on over to the familiar face, a huge grin on his face. "Wassup?"
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[font=georgia] Chalicepaw dipped his head to all of the arriving cats, trying his best to give them all sincere smiles, but ending up with a somewhat mechanical one on. Ah, well, it was worth a try. "Hello." He greeted both Pictureperfect and Deluzepaw, his tail twitching briefly as he noticed how large the group was getting. He definitely relished the opportunities to meet his Clanmates and speak with them, but he felt severely insignificant next to all of the higher-ranking cats. They were all cheerful, and professional, and wolf-dogs for Starclan's sake - he drew in a quick breath, shaking his head in a vague motions. He was sure that was just his deprivation of sleep talking, and that he probably shouldn't think things like that. He stuffed it in the back of his head and looked back at the small crowd, his mouth turning upwards in more of a real expression. "Are you all doing well today?" Chalicepaw asked lightly, sitting down and wrapping his thick tail around his paws.