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    The large red body of Symphonymask trotted out of the Warrior's den. The flat faced tom glanced around camp, it was early in the morning and he didn't really see much activity.

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    She would be that cat one day. The cat who confidently strides out of the warriors den, the one respected by all (despite her sharp and dirty tongue at times). It was a great goal for her. Respect and honor. The warrior life seemed pretty damn great, and Blackpaw wanted all of it. "Aye." The curt greeting was aimed to both of the warriors as she walked over to them in a nonchalant manner.

    [justify][font=georgia][color=white]Rapidkit watched the warriors and apprentice converse from afar, her ears flattened slightly. They could do whatever they wanted, pretty much. If she just had the right age and the proper training, she could be up there with them. She sighed a bit and curled her tail around her scarred back leg, head drooping low in boredom as she prodded at a few blades of grass.

    The yellow tom looked at the cats gathering. "Wow.." He had been rested in the Medic's Den for a while because of a stiff joint.

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    "I don't have a mentor." you little dumbass. The apprentice said finished silently as she gave Braveheart a glare. Sometimes warriors were as cool as hell, sometimes as dumb as shit. Rolling her eyes, the bicolored femme walked over to Rapidkit. They had spoken once or twice before, but they never had held a true conversation. "Yo Rap."

    Symphonymask walked over to the kit and apprentice, "Have warriors always been that way?" The Persian was a kittypet not to long before he joined the clan.

    Braveheart trotted home slowly. she was already thinking about tomorrow. She looked up at the sky. What had starclan had in mind for her future? She wondered.

    [justify][font=georgia][color=white]"Hey Blackpaw." Rapidkit murmured, dipping her head to the older feline in respect and greeting. She knew the feline, but only as much as the apprentice did herself. With a yawn, her yellow gaze flickered over to Symphonymask, shrugging. "Only the dumb ones." She said very quietly, only loud enough for Blackpaw and Symphonymask to hear. She wasn't trying to hide her comment, her voice was just kind of sore, and .. yeah, that was about it. Her voice was just scratchy.

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    "Yeah. They're either really cool, or total pricks." The gruff and hard-to-love femme commented with a cocky smile to Symphonymask. Total stranger indeed, the feline just continued to a suitable impression on the new warrior. Perhaps this was a decent opportunity to make a friend--or at the least an acquaintance. "So, are you new around here?"

    The tom glanced around carefully, "You could say that." Symphony chuckled lightly, "I've lived here before, and just recently came back." Within the tom's short 18 moons, he had lived quite a life. "It was probably just a moon or so ago, but I've been stuck in the Medic's den with this," the yellow tom kicked out his right flank, it showed a puffy, shallow cut.