Shadepaw needs a crush

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  • Shadepaw picked a fish up from the freshkill pile, giving it to an elder she didn't know before returning for a large squirrel and settling down to eat some of it - hopefully a certain tom cat would join her...

  • Smokepaw a smoky gray tom with green eyes padded up to her. "Are you going to eat that whole thing by your self? He joked.

  • "Of course not," she laughed back, moving over to let him sit beside her. She leaned back in the grass, her black body and single white ear a sharp contrast to the green stems. When she looked up at him, it seemed that her eyes reflected the sky, but the color was her own. "Share it with me."

  • "Shadepaw," she answered, looking up at the sky. Her limbs had begun to lengthen, the soft fluff of a kit stretching out into the lean body of a ten-moon-old apprentice. Her fur was sleeker, muscles beginning to show under the black pelt, and there was almost nothing left of the helpless kit she was, left wailing by the river and wondering where her mama was.

  • "Oh," she sighed, feeling slightly sorry for the tom, "My mentor is Rosethorn. I could show you what she taught me, we could, like, train together?"

  • Smokepaw gave a small smile. "How about to the river. We can walk by it a talk some more. If you like that.

  • They headed out of camp, padding through the forest with near-silent steps borne of habit. The setting sun cast a golden glow on everything around them, and repainted Shadepaw's eyes a light teal.

  • "'M not sure," she said, ears pricked for sounds of prey. Even though she'd just eaten, she'd bring some back for the camp.