i don't believe [fairypaw & flintpaw] in magic

A dark gray cat stood contentedly in the middle of camp. Ashen blue eyes scanned the ground floor of the museum, not looking for anything particular except maybe something to do. If nothing appeared, then the student would merely go back to her thoughts, and stand with relaxed posture as she delved through them, forming new thoughts and ideas, however meaningless they might be. It was just a pastime. Flintpaw didn't often suffer from boredom. By her expression, one might see her as lost, but it was easy to lose your train of thought through the maze of your mind. Flintpaw truly believed that the length of time she had spent in RadicalClan would prevent any chance of her losing her way on the territory.

[ thanks haha, just posted there without seeing this yet so i hadn't been sure on that whole matter ]

A pair of ashen eyes landed on the figure of a not quite familiar canine. Flintpaw wasn't used to seeing Fairypaw in dog form. But she knew that Elani, the other Defender, had multiple possessions, so it wasn't much of a surprise when she first learned of it. Plus, the former calico seemed to be quite happy in this new form which in turn made Flintpaw happy too. She knew that Fairypaw had been through some hard times, even if she didn't know her that well or understand what it was like to suffer through said hardships.

"Hello Fairypaw," returned the dark gray student in an equally upbeat tone, maybe because she hadn't the misfortune to experience anything that truly broke her own spirit into pieces. "What is it like, being a dog?" asked the student. She was mildly curious but the main reason for the question was to find a topic that was something of the older student's interest.

The dark gray cat nodded. She wouldn't be able to completely understand, but could imagine. If Flintpaw suddenly left the body that she had lived all her life in, she'd feel out of whack too. She raised her ashen blue eyes to meet Fairypaw's. The canine was remarkably larger, and while she had used to look up at the older student before, now she had to crane her neck a little more. It was no big deal. There were a few other canine RadicalClanners too.

"Being a student is nice. It is a little hard to teach myself, but fun too," said Flintpaw. She kind of enjoyed the RadicalClan student system, once she got used to it. You didn't have to see the same mentor every day and be force-fed information from their point of view. You could learn from all sorts of Radicals and their different styles, to collect a varied assortment of knowledge. It was much more interesting than being a kit, but kithood had its perks also. "You won't be a student for much longer, right? I need a lot more experience before I become a Radical." said the dark gray cat with amusement. She planned to make the best of her apprenticeship and learn as much as she could. Maybe the calico could even teach her a thing or two; either as a fellow student or a knowledgeable Radical. She wasn't sure how much older the former calico was, but she'd be there to cheer Fairypaw when she gained a new suffix.

Two months? That wouldn't be too long now. Flintpaw was only seven moons old so she still had time. But two months could either stretch on forever, or go by with a snap of your finger. But cats didn't have fingers. Maybe it'd go by with... a flick of your tail. Yeah, that one made more sense.

As said before, the dark gray student had time, and so far she'd used it to consider her options. Flintpaw had attended the herb training session, and was learning a lot, but the healer position didn't appeal to her at the moment. Plus, numerous RadicalClanners, many of whom she had never seen before, had shown interest with only one spot open. Flintpaw didn't believe the odds were in her favour. The session was a good opportunity to learn a thing or two, though, and it was interesting to listen to everyone's feedback.

The student had spotted Fairypaw at the meeting but couldn't tell if the former calico was interested. She was a Defender already, but it probably depended on how much she enjoyed the position. "I saw you the other day at the herb training session. I didn't join to apply, but it was interesting to learn about all those herbs," she remarked.

Flintpaw felt similar. Numerous RadicalClanners had shown up and Flintpaw lost any interest in holding the position herself, but she respected the healers and would congratulate whoever earned the open mca spot. Her goals didn't lie in the healing field, but it seemed like a good idea to know a piece or two of it. "I learnt a lot, because I knew nothing of the names much less the functions of any herb. But the best one was marigold, I think," decided the dark gray student. It had a nice colour if you were into that sort of thing but its properties were even better. "I never knew that a flower could prevent infection. And I couldn't have thought of holding it together with cobwebs," she added, shaking her head slightly. Radicals had to be strong in the muscle but healers had to be strong in the brain. Now that Flintpaw knew how to use the golden flower, she could always apply it onto herself after a battle if the healers were too busy with others or something.

That was another topic Flintpaw wondered about. Battle. What was it like? Certainly more tense than a training session, and Flintpaw had only been to one of those. She refrained from asking her clanmate about that though because it sounded like a dodgy topic. And for all she knew, Fairypaw had some heartbreaking backstory about a battle too. She had multiple saddening experiences, but maybe it was just a recent thing. It wasn't the former calico's fault and Flintpaw knew she didn't deserve to suffer through them, just like no one else deserved it. Well maybe almost no one. The dark gray student decided to focus on a brighter subject that perhaps the canine would enjoy more. "Are you entering that singing and dancing competition?"

The seven moon old sort of understood. In a much larger and differently sculpted body, Flintpaw would not be coordinated enough to walk through a gentle river, much less whip out some fancy dance moves at a competition. The dark gray student remembered the canine's balanced grace in her old calico body, but that had been lost. Flintpaw was almost certain that Fairypaw would regain it though, with time. As the seven moon old saw it, Fairypaw was just too mindful and aware to remain clumsy forever. Even mildly vigilant, as a Defender should be.

"Not the singing part," began the student, with a flicker of amusement in her blue eyes. Flintpaw could never trust her own voice to perform decently; in front of a whole crowd was out of the question. Singing was not one of her strengths. "I'm going to try to dance, though," she finished. 'Try' was the key word. Her dancing skills weren't exactly admirable, but at least they were decent. And they had a chance to improve with practice, unlike her singing skills, or lack thereof. She had held a handful of private dancing sessions, which hadn't gotten very far, but she was trying anyway. Flintpaw had no intention or hope to win; this event was just a way to gain some competitive experience.

It would be nice to hear all the voices at the singing competition, though. Flintpaw didn't doubt that Fairypaw would be a good part of it. The dark gray student planned on attending both competitions to show support for her clan. Hopefully a good amount of their allies would show up too. The more the merrier.