and then there's me | open, hunting patrol

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    It was a rough leaf-bare. Prey was scarce, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. It was odd, however, how many they have lost. Starclan seemed to have been taking just about anybody. While they weren't exactly cats who were close to him, it didn't mean it wasn't devastating for the little apprentice. He wondered how much more would be lost. Littlepaw snapped from his thoughts when an NPC yowled, "Hunting patrol, let's go!" . It was funny how the flow of life still continued. It never slowed down, did it? The apprentice hopped to his paws, padding over shyly towards the growing group. He had hopes that it would distract him from his negative thoughts.


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    Wasppaw of Skyclan


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    //LOUD SCREAMING FINALLY OMG
    //imsotiredbutIGOTTAREPLYTOTHIS



    Wasppaw was in an odd, sorta detached , yet perfectly normal state. He had yet to cry about his mother's passing...no, he had yet to feel anything at all about it besides empty, like he was hungry for something he'd never tried before - or hadn't had in a long time. It was quite an odd feeling, and everytime he tried to search through himself to understand it, he found himself more and more reluctant - like he was hovering before the yawning mouth of a dark cave he wasn't ready to explore.
    But one thing was certain, no matter how off he felt, he had to be strong. For Briarkit and the others.


    He perked his ears at the NPC's call. A confusing chuckle bubbled out from his mouth, as Wasppaw realized his main goal for his usual hunting trips had been throw right out of the window. He had been oh so determined to hunt for his mother...but now she was gone. Even then, though, there were many mouths to feed, so just because THAT mission was over, didn't mean his duty was done.
    So, sucking in a breath, the apprentice pushed his way out of the apprentice's den and padded over to the growing company of cats volunteering for the patrol. As he approached, Wasppaw spotted his friend, Littlepaw, and made his way over to the other tom. "Mornin' Littlepaw," the cream and white tabby apprentice greeted with his usual smile, sitting down beside the other apprentice. He looked out over the cats gathered, saying nothing else as nothing further came to mind. Wasppaw was silent.



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    Briarkit watched from her seat outside the nursery, her eyes dull as she observed Littlepaw and Wasppaw. Usually, she would've jumped to her paws without hesitation and asked if she could tag along, even though she knew what the answer would be. But this time, she felt too tired to move, and she let out a dejected sigh, resting her head on her paws. Ever since Snowbloom's death, she had been depressed and grieving every heartbeat of the day. It hurt just to sleep in the nursery, where her mother's sweet, familiar scent still lingered. The image of her mother's corpse was still fresh in her mind, haunting her. And why had she of all cats been the first one to find it? I should never have left camp that day.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt; line-height: 110%]Sliding forward on nimble paws, the she-cat joins to the tomcats with a pair of readily gleaming blue eyes. Her tail danced sporadically behind her, a sure sign she was eager to go out. Smiling brightly at Littlepaw, and then Wasppaw, the stormy-hued apprentice seats herself in one swift movement.
    [color=#a8d0f9]"So, what are we lookin' for? Personally, I prefer a good mouse, but I haven't ever hunted here, so it may be better if I let you guys determine all that." She chatters rather uselessly, halfway through glancing elsewhere as her innards demanded she keep her attention moving.

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    Littlepaw had noticed Wasppaw join him for the hunt. He lit up, glad to see that he was joining. "Hello, Wasppaw!" he returned cheerfully. He had heard of Snowbloom's death. He was quite surprised how well he other seemed to have been taking the news. However, there was something off. Something in the tired eyes of his, maybe? He shook the thought off. Maybe he was thinking too much about it. Littlepaw had yet to lose somebody close to him. The closest to him was Caramel, but he had Echokit to look over now. Littlepaw perked up as the stormy apprentice joined them as well.


    "Oh, uh hello there!" he greeted Rainpaw. She seemed to have been excited joining the ranks of Skyclan. It was something new, certainly. Most have joined out of curiosity. He listened to her chatter, chuckling a bit. "I mean, it's kind of leaf-bare," he added softly. "Anything would be great, I guess?" He thought. What would he have preferred?


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