-- could things be lonlier? [Open]

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    Aurapaw slowly padded down the side of the hill that ran across the edge of WindClan's camp, the tough grass rubbings against his legs. He gave an irritated sniff but made no move whatsoever to prevent more from latching onto him. It was one of those habits that only the WindClanners had, but he wasn't very proud of it, unlike some of his Clanmates.


    He was beginning to dislike WindClan. It was altogether to boring. None of that action that he craved, unless there was a battle, which didn't happen much. He had joined WindClan so many moons ago as a kit because he'd heard stories of their bloodthirsty habits. He had wanted to join in on the action and fun. But now that he actually had, it was just a bunch of blabber about StarClan and the Warrior code.


    There were too many rules for his liking, and not enough of the rule breakings. Shaking his head, sighing, he sat down straight in that tough, uncomfortable grass, unable to return to the camp.

    The small tortoiseshell apprentice ran across the moor, leaping high into the air every three steps or so. She'd developed that habit a long time ago, finding it hard to keep up with everyone else. Her short legs-not to mention her naturally small build-made it hard for her.


    Emeraldpaw had gone on two hunting patrols, trained for most of the afternoon and cleared out the nursery twice. This was her time to spend alone, away from her duties. She was enjoying every minute of it. Life in WindClan was tiring but good.


    The silhouette of another cat, not a full-sized warrior but the slightly smaller form of an apprentice like herself loomed out of the semi-darkness of sunset. She frowned. Oh well. So much for spending some time by myself. Skidding to a halt, she called out cheerfully to him. "Nice evening isn't it? A bit too warm for my liking, but nice all the same."

    Aurapaw


    Aurapaw gazed up towards the tortoiseshell apprentice, and from her words, concluded that she was a WindClan lover. Or, if not at that yet, then probably at least a liker of WindClan. Unlike him, of course. But, gazing up at her, he knew that he would have to respond rather than sit there dejectedly and in great confusion like he absolutely felt like doing.


    "It's nice," he meowed, adding in a small grin. Aurapaw had always been a good liar; sometimes it all came in handy, like that time he'd been accused of messing up the fresh-kill pile. He immediately turned it all around towards the accuser, convincing them that it was the accuser rather than him.


    "So, what have you been doing today?" He threw in the extra question, just in hopes of getting her mind off the original topic.

    Tipping her head to one aide, she replied, "Lots. First I went hunting with Gingersnap and Breakingdawn, then I had to clean the nursery, then I trained most of the afternoon, then I had to go on another hunting patrol, then I cleared out the nursery again. But tell me, what did you do?" Emeraldpaw's bright green eyes shone with a simple, open honesty.


    That's funny. The young apprentice sensed that something was wrong, but she got these gut feelings all the time. Not all of them were true, though some were, especially when the feeling tingled this strongly. Emeraldpaw didn't mention this, though she practically had to sit on her tail to stop it from fidgeting. Being a very curious cat, she wanted to know what was up.

    Aurapaw


    The tom settled down comfortably, flashing his intent eyes upon the she-cat, Emeraldpaw, as she spoke about her day. Finally, he nodded. "That seems... busy," he meowed slowly, giving his head a small, slow nod.


    "As for me, I've been..." he didn't really have too good an explanation. While on one hand he could indeed think of a few things, mirroring what she had said, but on the other, he just didn't feel like it. What good would it do it he hadn't really done what he'd said he'd done? Normally he wouldn't feel that way, but she she-cat was pretty in her own way. "Here and there," he finished.

    "Had a slow day, eh?" Emeraldpaw's whiskers twitched ever-so-slightly as she spoke, betraying her emotions. There were times when you felt like you would never have enough time to do everything you were supposed to, but also times when you had nothing better to do than to laze around in the sun all day long. You could always choose not to busy yourself, but the she-cat would never do that. The wellbeing of the Clan was her top priority, now and always.


    She sighed. "Busy, yes, but it's all worth it. I have no intention to do anything but to serve WindClan."

    Aurapaw


    Aurapaw nodded, momentarily swept into an imaginary world that Emeraldpaw had just described. A nice mentor, plenty of work. Quite different from him. For one thing, he didn't have a mentor. While his peers were working hard, what was he doing? Why, nothing but lounging in the camp, sunning himself. What a worthless waste of time.


    "I'm glad you feel so strongly about serving WindClan," he meowed carefully. Then, a sudden inspiration hit him. He didn't have to be revealed that he knew nothing whatsoever about fighting or hunting. But he could get her to teach him. Perhaps blaming it all on his "mentor".

    Contemplating his words, she mewed cautiously, "I guess it is a good thing." She didn't know quite what to think of this whole affair, much less what to do. But she played along, taking life just as it was. In this world, there were so many decisions to make, paths to follow, things to do. Emeraldpaw was determined to follow her heart, not her head. It could be dangerous sometimes, but it was alright, she supposed.


    A though struck her. "What about you? Do you have a mentor?" The small she-cat, with her colourful tortoiseshell fur, had never learnt to think before she spoke. Everything just popped right out o her mouth-not a good thing at all. It was one of her greatest flaws. Now, she wished she'd done something about it earlier. The habit was pretty much a part of her now, a piece or her personality.

    Aurapaw


    The blue tabby tom sniffed in disgust as Emeraldpaw asked her question, not being able to help it. Perhaps if his parents had been more prudent in getting him a mentor after even after his leader had failed to get him one, he wouldn't feel as he did of WindClan. "No, I don't." He gazed straight at her, shaking his head slightly.


    "I was made an apprentice, and, well, apparently Gravelstar had been a little.. ah, busy. So now, I don't even know how to fight or hunt. I'm a waste." The words were blurted out of his mouth suddenly.

    She let out a small gasp. "No you aren't!" Emeraldpaw countered, bright green eyes showing every emotion from fear to determination. "No one's a waste, not even the most cruel rogue. I-I could teach you, if you'd like." She regretted saying the words immediately, but it was too late to take them back now, and she realized she didn't want to.



    The small apprentice's mind went into overdrive, thoughts whizzing around. Was this allowed? She was quite sure it was, since they were of the same Clan. But an apprentice mentoring another apprentice... That, she was fairly certain, had never been done before. pi[Who am I to talk? she thought, eyes clouded with doubt now burning with determination. It's probably happened before, in other Clans.