meow, let me [p]aint your dreams.

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    (OOC: Fair enough! :3)


    With everything that was going on, the fire and this new thing called "NightClan", whatever it was...Capripaw just didn't know what to do. They were trying to find a new territory, but for now they were just camped out on ashy remains.


    Not to mention the fact that he was having really scary dreams now, of fire and screaming and choking smoke. No-one knew about those, though.


    For now, Capripaw was going to just do his normal thing until he heard any differently. And since he didn't have a mentor, his "normal thing" involved wandering through the now-charred remains of their territory. It wasn't fun, seeing such beautiful land so dead, but it was better than wading through the crowd back where camp used to be. The chubby apprentice hummed softly to himself as he walked, doing his best to ignore the smell of stale smoke in his nose and the sensation of charred vegetation under his paws.

    chatterpaw looked around. it was so... ashy, if you know what she means. chatter had no one to talk to lately and saw an apprentice, almost the same age as her. the pregnant(i think. totally forgot) apprentice ran over to the apprentice. "hello! who are you? i'm chatterpaw, if you don't know my name," chatterpaw said quite fastly, for she was a real talker.

    Capripaw wasn't the social sort. There was a reason he was subjecting himself to the burned wasteland of their territory instead of hanging out in "camp". He was also quite skittish. So when, out of nowhere, a she-cat charged up to him with a flood of words pouring out of her mouth, his response wasn't completely positive. With a startled yelp and a bristling of the pelt, the chubby tabby jumped backwards, green eyes wide. As soon as it registered in his brain that this fellow apprentice (probably) wasn't a threat, his fur lied flat again, but he looked down at his paws and began to fidget.


    "I'm...uh...Capripaw." The tips of his ears grew warm as he stuttered out his response. And, being the awkward non-conversationalist that he was, he said nothing more, and refused to make eye contact with Chatterpaw.

    Capripaw nodded, and hunched over slightly, seemingly in an attempt to make himself look as small as possible. Because, y'know, those apprentice-aged she-cats sure are scary.

    ooc;; aw, capripaw, it's gonna be fine. chatter here isn't scary at all. (unless you get her mad)


    ic;; chatterpaw looked at capripaw. "what are you doing?" she asked, tilting her head a bit.


    rushed//

    (OOC: He's such a cute little scaredy-cat. XD)


    The young apprentice cleared his throat, then plastered on a smile. "Heh...what do you mean? What, uh...what're you doing out here? I mean...yeah." After struggling to find a better-sounding rephrasing of the question and failing, he just shut up and glanced away again.

    Walk? She wanted him to walk with her? That completely floored Capripaw. After all, he was quite used to being on the very bottom of the social ladder. Fat and "antisocial" kits generally weren't the most popular. For a second he simply froze as her words slowly processed in his mind.


    "A walk?", he repeated, some of his shock apparent in his tone. Then he shook his head as if to rouse himself, then nodded. "Um...y-yeah! Sure! Lead the way?" That last statement, meant to sound like an invitation, came out sounding more like a question. But Capripaw hardly noticed. Walking with someone (Let alone a she-cat!) was something so novel that it was completely distracting him from any other thoughts besides "Why in StarClan's name would she want to walk with me?" and "I hope to Silverpelt that I don't say anything stupid."

    Capripaw followed his fellow apprentice's lead as she began to walk forward. For a few seconds there was a comforting lapse in the conversation. He liked stretches of silence. But then Chatterpaw spoke up again, with a question that frankly stumped Capripaw.


    "I...I dunno.", he admitted, watching the horizon. "A lot of people are angry about it, I've noticed...and I heard something about half-clanners? Like, they're unclean...or something?" If so, Capripaw wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't like his mixed parentage was a secret from the clan. That was one of the scariest things about all of the things that had happened lately: the sheer mystery of it.

    "Yeah...", he mumbled in quiet agreement, before growing quiet again. So it wasn't just him who wasn't quite sure about this NightClan thing? To be honest, it terrified him, not knowing what was expected now. He kept his eyes on the ground as they continued to walk.

    "Hmm?" Capripaw looked up, expecting some sort of statement or question to follow Chatterpaw's "so...". Because he didn't grasp the concept of actually starting a conversation himself.