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    "Hullo. Where're you from?" On second thought that had come out unwelcoming. "I mean-uh-if you don't mind telling me! Sweet Starclan, that was rude of me." To hide his embarassment, the young tom turned towards a curious flighty bird that chirped away in a tree. Reminded him of how blabbery he had been to say what he did. Oh, goodness!


    bring me a higher love (3/16/17)

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    Wasppaw of Skyclan


    Wasppaw raised his paws, hoping to look less intimidating by showing his claws were sheathed, "No no, its alright," he said, a small smile of amusement flitting his maw at the other's nervous ensnarement. Not what he expected of a vicious, cold-hearted sneak. Then again those were rumors, and Wasppaw never really paid much mind to them. Even so - this was an odd greeting when he had been caught so close to crossing the border. "Its my fault, I shouldn't have come so close - Im Wasppaw, of skyclan," his smile faltered as he dropped his paws. Skyclan. The small clan that had recently been bullied by the school-yard thugs, Bloodclan, and left bleeding with their only medicinal aid crushed and stolen. If that wasn't bad enough, Bloodclan had left behind a parting gift of sickness and disease. Every cat now was coughing or ripped apart, and there was nothing Wasppaw could do about.
    Except for look for more herbs. But he scoured and scoured his land - ran over ever bush, tree, weed and fallen leaf for any sign of an herb. He had come up empty pawed each time. Now, with his hope depleting, he was daring to search in neutral Four-trees and as close to enemy clan borders as he could, begging the stars above for some miracle. And thus, here he was - caught just as he debated with the desperate need akin to a starving dog if he should cross the scent lines and try and steal whatever herbs he could find.
    The guilt of even THINKING about doing such a horrible thing stung worse than a hornet's little dagger.
    Turning his eyes to the other cat, Wasppaw's mint eye - at least the one not reddened by an infected cut - widened in worry. He was just so skinny! Was shadowclan doing alright themselves? Even with his own clan's wellfare weighing heavily on his mind, Wasppaw found himself fretting as well for their enemies. It was a horrible thing, starvation - and this cat seemed like such a nice guy..."Are you alright? Is the prey going scarce in Shadowclan?"


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    "Phew. I 'polgoize for over-reacting there. Or was I over-reacting? I dunno. I probably was. Anyways, I'm sorry for that. Nothing's your fault." He shook his head as if to prove his loyalty to his words.


    "You're not hurting anybody. Don't see why you shouldn't be able to come over." All the clans lived in constant fear of one another in their own special way. Lashing out, staying passive, or being especially tough about the borders was their only way of coping with this. Frailpaw entirely hated the strict border beliefs and as for being uncivil, well, he couldn't loathe someone less for that. "It's nice to meet you all the same, Wasppaw." To be truthful, the apprentice had been in the dark for whatever was the current buzz of the clans and "group". To bring it up would make him play the role of a fool.


    Wasppaw's concern made the boy lighter-hearted. To understand that there were other cats out there that cared for others was a reassuring thought. A better reaction would be met whenever Skyclan should be mentioned again, if ever. Shadowclan had (to his clueless knowledge) no ties to the name. "I'm fine, thanks for askin'. You? No, no, we're doing A-OK. How's Skyclan?" Prosperity should be a nationwide affair within all the territories. Newleaf brought kits, fresh winds, vegetation, loads of prey, and a certain contentedness that became shied away from during the rest of the year and leading up to the special time.


    bring me a higher love (3/16/17)