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    If we go! We go together!


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    It was a clear frosty day, The sun high in the sky- Though it did little to fight the chill in the air. Creeping silently threw the snow was a red pelt. Sticking out as clearly as could be against the white background. But still the blind warrior kept close to the ground, His ears twitching as he could just hear the movement of a mouse under the snow. His face completely focused as he swiveled his ears. Occasionally cocking his side to the snow to try and hear a little better.. His steps slow to try and keep his feet from crunching the snow below. The blind warrior then, Not making a sound leaped into the air, His front paws slamming into the snow, Soon followed by his face and his torso. Leaving just his backlegs sticking out and kicking. A very silly scene honestly for anyone that might be watching!


    Then he scrambled himself out of the hole he had created, White snow clinging to his red pelt and whiskers. But there, In his mouth was a tiny mouse. He had succeeded! A certain look of delight had showed on the blind toms face. There was no denying he was happy. Frankly, LittleNewt had a bit of trouble learning to hunt. He still had trouble even now- So when ever he did catch something.. He tended to be happy. Very happy, Plenty of his clanmates were grumps and wouldn't see his pride. So it was in moments like these, When he was alone-Or thought he was- That he chose to prance. Happily he did a little strut, Like a apprentice that had just caught his first prey.(Which he did look like considering his small size) Before dropping the mouse down. Grinning. "Yeah boy- Thats what we talking about! Hmph, Lets see them senior warriors beat that." He bragged to himself. The prey pile had been rather pitiful lately after all!
    Oh he was probable going to be so embarrassed if someone caught him talking to himself like that- The tom hadn't even noticed a figure approaching. Too caught up in his pride to check the scents and sounds around him.


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    she'd been patrolling the border near fourtrees, alone and admiring the silence, when she'd heard a ruckus across the border and the undergrowth. she wouldn't lie, the feline was hoping to come across some drama; after all, save for gatherings, she assumed fourtrees was used almost exclusively for rendezvous. she'd been concieved there by her own parents, and born there.


    hoping to catch some apprentices being naughty, she found herself will a smaller tom who seemed to be enjoying himself. she couldn't help but smile in amusement, flicking an ear and edging closer. fourtrees was neutral territory, after all, and what was the harm in making a friend?


    "between you and me, senior warriors are kind of overrated." she called as she moved through the snow. she was tall, more so than most windclanners, and could seem daunting at times. but she moved with grace and ease, paws silent from moons of hunting rabbits. her mother had once joked, when the feline was just a kit, that she could track even the brightest of bunnies for hours without being caught, like a cloud on paws.


    "they're just old, not necessarily smart. freckleface - my name, i mean. it's freckleface. you are?"

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    The small tom cat really wasn't expecting to hear a strange voice, It made him leap up suddenly, His back instantly arching and the fur along his spine rising. A habit of his when he was taken by surprise, Not that he'd ever do anything besides try and seem bigger. LittleNewt was certainly not a fighter. His ears swiveling until he had his face pointed in the direction of the voice. He always made sure he was 'looking' At who ever was before him. It was something he had been taught young. The tom slowly settled as he realized the voice was a friendly one.. Though he did not know it. Suddenly he felt his ears go hot in embarrassment. How much had she been watching? The tiny tom found himself sheepishly smiling. "I guess I can agree with that." There were plenty of older cats in his clan that weren't exactly the smartest cookies in the jar.


    LittleNewt paused, Freckleface. He hadn't heard that name before? He was fairly certain he knew everyone in his clan.. though she had a faint familiar scent to him. Windclan-Yes, Windclan. He wasn't completely familiar with the clan, But he had visited once before. Enough to know there scent easily enough. LittleNewt then mewled. "Its a pleasure to meet you ma'am. I'm LittleNewt." The tom suddenly found himself briefly worried, Had he crossed the border accidentally? No. Too many scents, This was four trees. He was fine. Settling down. He delicately curled his tail around his paws. Giving his chest a few licks. -Had to make himself look pretty after all. He could only imagine he was ruffled looking. His mother would have totally cuffed him on the back of the ears if she found him looking so messy!
    LittleNewt then lifted his head high, His ears were still so very warm in embarrassment and he mewed. "Uh.. Sorry about.. Erm.. All that- I boast way to much to myself." This was actually the second-No third time he'd been caught talking to himself- But the other two didn't really count! One time he'd been singing! The other time he'd been jabbering with a humming bird.. Yeah, That probable still looked bad.


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    the feline smiled at the tom's words, his well mannered smoothing of his chest fur. he seemed nice enough, polite. she hadn't met very many shadowclanners in her life, but she knew of the rumor of their poor tempers. however, she'd never exactly been the one to regard such generalizations as truth. clans were too diverse; windclan was a perfect sampling of it. she was kind and well tempered, if not overly so, and a tad too diplomatic for most, wielding logic where others used claws. then there were those like duskfoot, eternal pessimists, always terribly sour and bit angry. or those like fleetkit, prideful and egotistical, and aspenfang, kind but quick to temper.


    clans weren't one thing, they were everything. some days, she wished her clanmates could recognize as much, but instead, they seemed to take to assuming they knew everything where they knew nothing.


    "nonsense, littlenewt. pride is a good thing, in the right amount. and you seem to have a healthy amount. don't let it get to your head, though. you're from shadowclan, right? mind me asking what it's like there? i've never crossed the thunderpath." she explained, a smile adrning her features, not yet realizing the toms inability to see her.

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    LittleNewt could be a very polite gentleman when he wanted to be. That wasn't to say he always was- There were plenty of days his temper could get the best of him. But in all honesty? He was more talk then he was anything else. The chances of him actually hurting some one was- Next to none! His sheepish smile grew at her words. This cat faintly reminded him of his own mother. Though... With a little less attitude he'd say! Still it was pleasant to talk to her. He gave a small nod and murmured. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind Ma'am." He liked talking to her, She was nice. Then she was asking about shadowclan. Frankly, It caused a soft laugh to come from him.


    "In all honesty? I have never met a saltier and dramatic bunch in my life, But I love them all the same. " He saw most of his clan as his family, Which was even more of a surprise as he explained. "I wasn't actually born in Shadowclan, I'm from the two-leg place. But I'm glad I joined. if you can get past the prickliness of everyone. And the Marsh.. And The lizards for breakfast, Its a very nice place." He informed her, He still hadn't gotten a desire for lizards and frogs yet. He somewhat missed the pigeons from the two-leg place.. Ah well. It was something he could give up. As long as he had mice he'd survive.
    It was really no surprise she hadn't noticed his blindness, Cats in shadowclan hadn't noticed when he first arrived. Most only picked it up when he began scent marking the camp to get to know it better. Or from the few times he had bumped into things, Which had mostly stopped now. LittleNewt knew his territory. He could function perfectly fine in it. If he was to say waltz over into riverclan territory though? He'd have no idea where he was and would be fairly lost. LittleNewt also had a habit of.. Not really mentioning his condition, He was born blind. The idea of sight was foreign to him and it was weird to think about. It just never really crossed his mind to state. Nor did the need too ever arise. The tom then questioned curiously. "How of windclan? I've been there once before while a friend of mine was sick- I don't know how you handle all the open land! I feared a eagle might swoop out of the sky and take me away when I was there!" He joked.


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