I'm hearing things! Wait, are those voices? (open)

"Hey!" Barronpaw mewed, trotting up. He was in an unusually cheery mood, mostly because he had just been made an apprentice. But now, was the time for socializing. He thought the cat he had just approached was blind. "Hey, you need anything?" Barronkit mewed to Cloverpaw.

Sometimes, Halcyondays thought that the day-to-day workings of the clan was too much for her. She wasn't particularly old - there were plenty of elders wasting away that she couldn't put a flame to in terms of age. But oh my, still the apprentices and younger warriors shot her side-ways glances and murmured to each other about how cold and unforgiving she was. So upon seeing a the two apprentices doing whatever it was they were doing during her morning bask-in-the-sun, she narrowed her eyes. "You kits better not be up to some kind of trouble." She recognised that apprentice - not sure from where though. Either way, she sure didn't like the look of him - apprentices were always trouble. The blind one too. "Cloverpaw, right? What're you doing without your mentor?"

"I'm not a kit." Barronpaw spat, clearly offended. The truth was he had just been made an apprentice, which he was very pround of, even though nearly everybody got to be an apprentice some day. He turned a way from the older cat, to face Cloverpaw. "How do you know my name?" Barronpaw mewed, a hint of suspicousness in his voice. Well, it was not like she could read his mind, right?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt]cloverpaw. hadn't she been one of silversong's kits? crowtalon flicked his tail as he padded over to the three felines, his pale yellow gaze flicking from halcyondays to barronpaw to cloverpaw. [color=#E2F45D]"hello, everyone," the paladin greeted as he reached the group.[/size]

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Halcyondays had an amused smile on her face upon hearing Barronpaw's indignant hiss. She had never been that type of apprentice, riled up and eager. She had always been calm and level-headed, and reasonable. "Everybody's a kit to me dear." Age was a marvellous thing when it came to perspective. And goodness, she wondered as the two apprentices conversed - how was their memory so poor? Keeping track of everybody's names was one of the most basic things.
When Crowtalon arrived she nodded once in his direction. "Hello, Crowtalon. It's nice to have some company aside from some rowdy apprentices." There was an amused look in her eyes. Halcyondays had far more patience for cats closer to her own age.

Barronpaw growled then mewed "I didn't say my name I said, "Hey, you need anything?" and "Hey!"" He was growing a bit freaked out here, and he was willing to leave. No, that was impolite. He stood his ground, a suspicious look on his tabby face.

Listening to the exchanges that took place, Halcyondays brought herself to an upright sitting position, stretching out her neck a little. First signs of age, stiff joints and muscles, she groaned inwardly. As if she hadn't had enough hardship in her life already - half-blooded ancestry, forced by a loner, kits growing up and more distant. Things just weren't going right for her these days, were they?
Upon listening to the younger cats, a small frown came upon her features. This Cloverpaw, being blind certainly didn't deprive her of her intellect, and Halcyondays had to commend the apprentice for that. She admired a cat with a decent head on her shoulders. "Oh, I don't need anything, Barronpaw, there's little you could do for me, I imagine," she chuckled quietly to herself. As if any apprentice would begin to fathom her perspective. Halcyondays studied Barronpaw's expression. Typical apprentice. Too eager and naive for the world.

"Wasn't talking to you!" Barronpaw snapped, clearly losing his patience, rapidly. "Sorry" He then murmured, looking down at the ground, knowing he did wrong. He sighed then mewed to Cloverpaw "Are you blind?"

Arrowpaw strode over when he noticed the growing assembly. then he noticed his little sister. His blind little sister. A wave of protectiveness overcame him as he padded close. "what's going on here?" he demanded. Looking around he noticed, the two viridianclan cats, his sister, a male apprentice and what seemed to be an elder. who were they and what were they're names?

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Stormkit's ears pricked at the sound of his deceased mother's name. Silversong... he thought sadly. the dark tabby tom, had always blamed himself for her death. He was the last of the litter and she had only died when he was born. If it wasn't for Unwantedlove, he probably would've choked and died. Stormkit owed that tom his life, and was grateful his mother and father were good friends with the tom. (Or so he thinks! >:] )

"Yes I have" Barronpaw mewed, hoping he didn't cause any offence, or he didn't sound rude. He turned to Arrowpaw and mewed "Hey. Chatting we are" Still,, somehow getting his words mixed up. It had been a long time since that he had came here, from Germany. He came as a tiny kit, but somehow he still got some of his grammar wrong.

Upon hearing Barronpaw snap at her Halcyondays narrowed her eyes at the apprentice. Such rudeness, she could not stand. Her neck fur began to rise, a sign of her irritation, but being the mature and level-headed warrior that she was, she forced herself to calm down, be civil - especially since all these younger cats arrived. Family of Cloverpaw, most likely. She simply nodded her head in greeting to the other cats, now growing increasingly irritated by the noise the youngsters were creating. All she had wanted was a casual, quiet bask in the sun - and thanks to these apprentices, everything was ruined!

Shrugging his shoulder's Arrowpaw lowered his guard. He didn't need to do anything here, though her still had Clover's question to answer. "Nothing, just training when I saw the group." He said honestly. He was out to train himself because there was no cat that had offered to be his mentor. Actually he was even on his way to train his hunting ability when he stopped. Casually glancing at the cats around, he inwardly sized them all up and thought about the moves he would use. The elder would be pretty easy, Barronpaw would be easier, the kit would be fresh kill, but there was no way he would lift a claw to his medics. Standing a littler farther off, he thought of a way to reach down the hills of the territory after this nonsensical clan chat.

Halcyondays blinked upon hearing what Cloverpaw murmured to her. It seemed as though this young cat was far more observant than her physical limitations suggested. "Apologies about your training, dear," she began, it had been a while since she had last been so courteous to a younger cat. "Do you require any assistance in training, or will you be fine without?" Lately the apprentices seemed to view her as wasting away, joints creaking and weak muscles. How wrong they would be to so casually assume that! It was so refreshing to see that there were some polite young cats left. As she spoke, she cast her gaze on Arrowpaw. She couldn't quite decipher what he was thinking, but a gut feeling left her thinking she'd probably rather not find out.