bring me that horizon / private, honeypaw

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    Littlepaw sat alone on a tree branch that hung close to the ground. He would gaze down at the ground below, checking whoever was below. He was looking for a certain cat, particularly a familiar face. Honeypaw. Several of apprentices and warriors have passed, but none were who he was looking for. He stood up from his spot, poised and tense with his claws gripping on the bark.


    His yellow optics often held nervousness, but now, they were lit with playfulness. The apprentice couldn't keep the grin off his face as he thought of his plan. Once he would find the one he was looking for, he would pounce at them and surprise them! It wasn't particularly a well thought-out plan. If anything, he was probably going to hurt him or himself. But thinking wasn't his thing, and more of his brother's type of thing. Besides, he was excited! It had been so long since he played with his litter mates. He didn't blame them, either. Littlepaw used to waste hours of his youth staring at the sky, dreaming. Now, his dreams were nothing as well as out-of-reach. Could anybody imagine a cat, flying? No. That was plain silly. Littlepaw waited in impatient silence, his tail swaying eagerly as he waited for Honeypaw to come.



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    It appeared Honeypaw found Littlepaw first. The lanky tom had spotted his brother perched restlessly in a tree from behind, and he observed his littermate in silence. By the way he was sitting, Honeypaw could tell he had lost himself in his imagination, which was not much of a surprise to him. Littlepaw had always tended to be a dreamer. After much debate, Honeypaw chose to play a little trick on him. He wasn't sure why Littlepaw was up there, but surely he would not be expecting this. In silence, he stalked closer to the tree, making sure the snow did not crunch beneath his paws. Some days, Honeypaw swore he would be better off as a feather. He reached the trunk and paused, allowing them to be engulfed by silence. He had to be sure Littlepaw had not noticed him. No signs of acknowledgement. So, Honeypaw leaped onto the tree, and quickly pounced up to the branch Littlepaw was situated on, and he landed directly behind him. At the same time, he let out a calm, strangely monotonous word, "Boo."

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    Littlepaw wasn't expecting a turn of events. His mind was too wrapped in his plan that he hadn't considered what could happen outside of the plan. Littlepaw was perfectly poised, peering down below and waiting. Honeypaw had always been one step ahead, whether he knew it or not. "Boo." Littlepaw exploded from his spot, spatting out incoherent words. Every hair on his body was standing on the edge, and his wide eyes doubled in size. "Wh-what?" His chest heaved heavily, and had the most priceless expression. He blinked. "Honeypaw?" His breathing eased. "I - uh - wha?" Littlepaw could have sworn to Starclan that he wasn't there before.


    "Wait, when did you get here?" Littlepaw was baffled. Well, it looks like his plan failed. But then again, when has it ever worked? He scoffed, awkwardly taking a seat on the tree branch.


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