NOW IT SAYS IT IN THE BOOK; Private, Spell

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    TURN AROUND, THERE'S NOTHING THERE


    Spell was the kind of prefix that meant magic.


    Marigold had come across this thought when she first met Spell. It had been a strange day; she'd seen Spellpaw, and a weird feeling overtook her. There had been something familiar about his eyes, the way he stood, the color of his pelt...although the spirit could not pinpoint what it was.


    She believed it was magic. Of course, it was not, as she was more magical than the apprentice, as far as she knew. But perhaps something else was there, beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered.


    She had set up a meeting time, a time to talk and uncover mysteries. That time was only a few minutes away, and her heart was beating with excitement. The femme rested in front of the medicine den, her pelt well-groomed, her paws toying with the shard of crystal around her neck. Her sand-hued eyes were large and eager, staring into the camp, waiting for Spell to show.


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    Spell paw had hardly talked to this spirit that joined Stormclan, so he was surprised when she had asked to meet up with him. However, as a lover of the supernatural he couldn't resist the opportunity to actually speak with a ghost. Besides, something fascinated him about her beyond that. The little spirit reminded him of someone, though he couldn't place who or why. Spell was not a minute late to the meeting they'd arranged, though he didn't want to seem strange to the spirit so he made sure not to seem too eager as he approached. "Uh, hi." he started awkwardly, realizingthat he had no idea where to begin, "You wanted to talk with me?"

    TURN AROUND, THERE'S NOTHING THERE


    Spellpaw's feeling rubbed off on Marigold. Her eager eyes clouded, and she directed them down to her paws, which she was shifting in the soil. However, she eventually remembered her purpose and looked up once more. "Yes," she melted softly, her feather-like tail swishing over the ground. "I was just wondering a few things. Like...um...well...something about you is so familiar. How old are you?" The spirit hoped she had not frightened the other, nor appeared creepy.


    //rushed whoops 0-0

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    "Six months now." he said, recalling his recent apprentice ceremony. It felt strange being an apprentice in some ways yet in others it seemed as thought nothing had changed at all. He had grown used to behaving like a munchkin version of the adult warriors. "Why? Were you here in the past?" he inquired, trying to think where she would have seen him. In the back of his mind, he was still rifling through his memories to figure out who she reminded him of. Had he known her while she was alive perhaps?