It's Like I'm Livin' A Teenage Dream! Open.

[justify][size=8]Looking up when Pickledpaw bounded into the camp, Joel's dark brown gaze landed on the slate-blue apprentice with a flicker of curiosity.

"Hey Pickledpaw," he meowed, noting the feline's heavy breathing as though a chime had went off in his head. Was he sick or just tired?

The male apprentice wasn't one that he had seen around very much, yet, though that in itself wasn't too much of a shocker. He didn't expect himself to know everyone in the Clan, nor did he figure that it was to be expected of him. Still, while Joel didn't consider himself acquainted with the other SkyClanner, he still knew his name; everything else could be determined at a later date.

[justify]The newly pregnant apprentice padded over to the two, flicking her tail in greeting. Hawaiinpaw recognized Joel- he was one of Fairypaw's kits, and she'd seen him around before- but she had never recalled ever meeting the other tom. Hawaii had finally gotten over the shock of the recent... incident that had caused her to become pregnant against her will, and she decided some activity would cheer her up a bit. After all, she had everyone's support, she just needed to be happy.
"G'morning." She chirped, though her tone was partially faked to sound cheerier than it really was. After that, she turned to Pickledpaw, and meowed, "I don't believe we've met, I'm Hawaiinpaw."[/justify]

Ginger fur was flying, paws scattering dust across the ground. "Look out!" he yowled at Hawaiianpaw, skidding across the ground towards the apprentice.

[size=8]Offering a smile in greeting to Hawaiianpaw, Joel's ears perked slightly when he heard the skidding of paws and eventual yowl of Rustypaw.

Looking over towards the side, the direction from which the sound had originated, the kitten caught sight of the ginger and white apprentice barreling towards him. Shooting forward, the feline only just avoided having been tackled to the ground; that didn't mean he was so lucky on the dust front, though. Collecting himself and looking down at his pelt, he saw the dust that practically served as a new pelt.

Twitching his ears, he looked at his fur for a moment before turning over towards Rustypaw. Sighing, he beat him to the punch, meowing, [b]"It's fine. I'll just ― I'll go shake off my pelt in a bit. It'll probably get it all off."

[size=8]Twitching his ears, ridding them of the dust that had gotten caught on their beige tips, Joel glanced over at Pickledpaw as the apprentice addressed him.

"Yeah," he meowed, a flicker of a smile crossing his face in spite of himself, almost pleased that the apprentice knew his name, "Joel Heyman, if you want to be technical about it, but usually just Joel."

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[justify]Hawaiinpaw leapt out of the way, thankful she had, too. The she-cat shook out her fur a little, and glanced briefly at Rustypaw. "You could've hurt someone." She meowed simply, already thinking of her unborn kits. She hadn't yet become a queen yet, but she wasn't doing much vigorous training to avoid disruption.[/justify]

He let out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry, I was chasing something and skidded down the hill." Oops, he thought, blushing.

[size=8]Spotting Blitz and Static as the duo approached, Joel offered the two-headed feline a smile in greeting. He liked both of the cats quite a bit, as did he consider them to be friends of his, and having them present was a definite plus.

"Hey you two," the blue abyssinian meowed, tail-tip flicking almost restlessly. The conversation seemed to have died down a bit and, hopefully, these two cats might get it going again. [b]"How have you been?"

Shaking off the dust from his pelt, she straitened himself to appear sophisticated. "What's up Blitz? You to, Static?"