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    A dark gray cat padded away from the museum, RadicalClan's main camp. She had at first intended on grabbing a morsel of food, but her appetite was low. She'd eat later. It wasn't like her stomach was begging for food or anything. Maybe an elder could put the freshkill to better use. Though Flintpaw hadn't seen many RadicalClan elders at all.


    Since Flintpaw had joined, though, she had seen a few other young she-cats join the Clan too. It was a bit sad, really. Experienced RadicalClanners pounding their views into the new joiners. But Flintpaw didn't mind. And maybe the others didn't either. Maybe females were better after all. The dark gray cat hadn't confirmed this for herself yet, even though the older RadicalClanners were convinced. But as long as she respected RadicalClan's views and followed their rules as much as she had to, everything would turn out fine. Flintpaw watched the ground with mellow eyes as she walked, pondering on this. It'd be easy to bump into someone who crossed her path, how deep in thought she was. Though there wasn't much to think about, or much depth to dive into. The newly named student wasn't paying attention, nonetheless.

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    "Hello." As if from plain sight, Bel had appeared beside Flintpaw and had greeted her flatly. As of late, she'd noticed that she had a bad habit of scaring others; but like almost everything, she didn't care. In fact, she didn't care about the rules of hating toms, being that she was sickeningly obsessed with Acidpaw, and had bled out her paw unintentionally for the thought of him. Today, she would start a conversation; if she was to stay here, then she might as well meet its inhabitants, as much as she despised them and their habit of not thinking things through.

    The student's paws left the ground briefly, caught unawares. They stopped moving her forward, and instead turned her around to face the unknown cat, who seemed to have come out of nowhere. Flintpaw's surprised posture relaxed again quickly as she saw the cream point. It was good to be scared once in a while, kept the blood running; an elder of her birthclan used to say. Not that Flintpaw believed it, but she didn't hold anything against being scared. Her laughing blue eyes studied Bel for a few moments. "Hi Belarusianpaw," replied the dark gray cat, without imitating her clanmate's flat tone.


    She had been at the ceremony when the cream point had been promoted, the same ceremony that earned Flintpaw her own new name. The dark gray cat had no proof of Bel knowing that name, but assumed that much and let her tongue drop. She was surprised by the effort for conversation put forth by the cream point, but Flintpaw guessed it was good to become acquainted with others. Flintpaw understood that, but it didn't mean the dark gray cat was good at it. She stood in silence, waiting to see if her clanmate wanted to say anything in particular. She wasn't urgent about it, but if it made the cream point happy to exchange words, that was no bad thing.

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    "I'm afraid we haven't met formally. You are?" Bel mewed, eyes half-open as she sized up the other apprentice. Not that she was overjoyous about meeting Flintpaw; her tone proved that. Most RadicalClanners she had met were narrow-minded, bent on hating toms with a few valid reasons. Not all males were evil. And she knew that because of one tom; Acidpaw. Yes, her love for him ran deep, as she had proved in a public thread scene, but most didn't know why she had screamed anyways. Good. They'd punish her for loving the opposite sex, anyways. He was cynical, uncaring, and aware of RadicalClan's flaws. And never had she been so obsessed with someone other than Big Brother. Even now, it pained her not to be by the side of dear Acid. He made her thoughts run darkly without shame, and ran alongside his; and by that, the femme's imply knew that they were meant to be. No one would ever separate them. Unless they'd like their eyes to be spooned out, she thought ever so happily.

    "Flintpaw," answered the dark gray cat simply. The flat tone indicated to Flintpaw that the cream point didn't have much wish to be here. So the dark gray student didn't bother to speak more. Her blue eyes mellowed out and she lost her previous anticipation. The new student had a tendency to be slightly influenced by the moods of the company. So since Bel seemed to be relaxed, Flintpaw wasn't exactly jumping around.


    As the dark gray student stood with her clanmate, she was unaware of the underlying obsession running through the cream point's veins. Flintpaw hadn't been present when drama invaded the public scene; she was probably wandering through the woods somewhere. She probably wouldn't have chosen to be at the public scene either; her blue eyes would much rather remain in their sockets, unspooned. Not that the relations between Bel and Acidpaw were any of her business. There would be no reason for her to intervene. She had never met the tom, and had no right to judge. But the exaggerated obsession might have made her uncomfortable. She had no inkling of any of this, though, and stood contentedly in the silence, watching the world move around her.

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    "Hm. How'd you know of my name?" She suddenly inquired. The Student didn't have the slightest six of a memory of them meeting; up until now, of course. We're other talking about her? That was one way her name would spread. The cream point's fur nearly bristled at the thought, but managed to conceal her emotions behind the blank, invisible mask she wore over her face to prevent anyone from assuming what she felt. Feelings were a powerful thing; and tampering with other's feelings made you powerful. Belarusianpaw was determined for that not to happen to her.

    The dark gray student wondered why it mattered. Of course, she couldn't dare to even try and penetrate the solid mask. It concealed the cream point's emotions well and Flintpaw wasn't even sure how thick the mask was, where the line was drawn between real feelings and fake ones. The student was amused by Bel's indifference nonetheless, whether it was fraud or genuine. "The ceremony."


    "I received my new name too," she added. It wasn't that long ago. Flintpaw didn't think that Bel would remember though, the cream point probably arrived after she had her own name changed. She'd probably forgotten to congratulate the cream point too. Oh well. It didn't seem like it would be something that the cream point would care about much. Better late than never, anyway. "Congratulations." said the student half-heartedly. Becoming a Student wasn't too big of an accomplishment. It was bound to happen, unless the cat majorly broke the rules or something. Flintpaw herself had been excited to finally lose her kit name, but now that it was done, she just accepted it as her new normal name and moved on. With pleasant memories, maybe.

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    "As to you as well." Belarusianpaw replied indifferently. "Who will be your mentor?" Small talk was definitely not the Student's forte, but she might as well get to know everyone, and grow used to the habit. After all, Sigma had told her forging bonds with the Clan was one step towards becoming deputy. Not that the cream point was interested in the power. The thought of being able to change some of the RadicalClanners narrowmindedness wa s tantalizing to her; especially if it meant that she and Acidpaw could be together shamelessly. Noticing that her mind had trailed off, and was about to go into one of its obsession fits, she fixated her pale violet optics on Flintpaw.

    "I have no idea," stated Flintpaw matter-of-factly. Her mellow blue eyes wandered over to the museum, and then back again as she lifted her shoulders in a small shrug. "RadicalClan Students aren't required to have mentors. We learn from everyone and teach ourselves." informed the dark gray cat. She had kind of liked the idea when Daminals, the snow leopard, had told her. Though in her aspiration to gain knowledge, Flintpaw didn't trust herself to be able to teach herself everything. She was not ambitious enough to follow the path of a deputy, but she didn't want to remain as naive and inexperienced as she was presently. "A mentor is an option which I'm taking, but I don't know who." She planned on learning more about everyone before picking one to ask apprenticeship to. Her unpredjudiced attitude towards toms might be an issue, but hopefully she'd find a RadicalClanner who could deal with respecting her views and not forcing RadicalClan's belief upon her. It wasn't like a mentor would succeed in swaying her attitude towards toms, but she wouldn't learn anything if the lessons consisted only of an opinion batttle for whose was most valid.


    But it would be interesting to find out who Belarusianpaw might be looking at. The cream point seemed to know what she was talking about, even if she was a bit aloof. "Have you?" Flintpaw noticed that Bel's eyes suddenly snapped back into focus. She had no wish to know what was going on inside the cream point's mind, but it probably was something interesting indeed.

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