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    well, well, well, guess who's ugly mug decided to show up once more? sheeppaw wasn't one to be a truly social butterfly. she'd rather spend her days lounging around the apprentice den doing nothing than actual be out and about and being a perfect member of society. it didn't help that her mentor had randomly disappeared as if they were thin air. to make up for the lack of mentor, she'd usually sneak out to spy on other mentors and their apprentices, poking her head through foliage and watch them with great intensity. with her almost reaching the age of a warrior, she needed to make sure that if she ever would get a mentor once more, she'd be caught up and become a warrior on time.


    the older apprentice lounged out in front of the apprentice den, the inexcusable heat inside it making it hard to even breathe with her awfully thick coat. sheeppaw picked at the ground below her as she lightly sighed. yes, she wasn't the social butterfly, but it didn't mean she didn't get so bored out of her mind. maybe she should actually be productive? the black smoke feline winced as her claw poked harshly against a small stone. probably not.

    [b]a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning ― ref

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    TIGER ✦ ✧ ✦ — His own coat making the heat uncomfortable, the large ginger tabby cat was returning from a hunting patrol when he spotted the unfamiliar form of Sheeppaw. Tigermumble paused briefly upon seeing her. He was all the way across camp; he could easily drop his prey and sneak into the warriors' den without a single word as his whole body was screaming at him to do. However, he had made a promise to himself: He was going to try to bring his confidence up, much to his own dismay.


    Heart pumping loudly in his chest, the warrior dropped half his catch on the fresh-kill pile. He had managed two relatively plump mice and a vole. Thus, he'd set the vole and one mouse on the pile, carrying the other mouse in the direction of the older apprentice. Approaching her, he set down the mouse and swallowed hard, trying to force his voice into a state of calm as he offered, "Um, y-you hungry?"

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    IC: Foreststar paused on her way out of camp and frowned at Sheeppaw thoughtfully. He was getting pretty big, wasn't he? He was also getting pretty lazy, she noted, considering all the other apprentices were out doing something of their own volition. Well, she herself had just come back from a border patrol. Maybe she should order him on a hunting patrol, see how far he is? She could tutor him while they were out, too, if he needed it. Then her ear perked up as she noticed Tigermumble come into camp and approach the apprentice, and she couldn't help but purr to herself; two cats who could use a little more socializing, socializing together. She wondered, did Tigermumble have an apprentice from Flickerstar's time? This could be just the thing she'd been looking for for the shy warrior.

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    sheep looked up from her lightly aching claw up to the larger feline in front of her. she couldn't remember ever seeing him around, which was of course justified by her anti-social tendency and somewhat large dislike towards talking to anyone but her sister. where was swiftpaw anyway? did she leave? sheeppaw wouldn't be surprised if her sister did leave. one of them was bound to be a nomadic dork after all. the thought of her sister was pushed away as she reminded herself that there was someone in front of her: a big dude that looked as if he was about to vomit on her.


    sheep was quiet for a few more seconds until she slowly bent down and bit into the mouse. she pulled off a small chunk and chewed on it. suddenly she gave a toothy smile mid-chew at tiger and lightly snorted. "always hungry," she finally said sarcastically, swallowing the meat and looking at the mouse. she gingerly pushed it slightly towards him, not really sure what else to do. "um, help me finish it...? eh, what's you name?" she asked him, green eyes focused intently at his face. out of the corner of her eye she could see the standing form of their leader, and her ears slightly pinned back at the sight of foreststar. well, if she was going to get a scolding, so be it.

    [b]a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning ― ref

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    TIGER ✦ ✧ ✦ — Tail flicking anxiously as she bit into the mouse, he awaited her response. When her answer finally came, he twitched an ear, unsure how to respond to her comment. He was used to interacting with his more social Clanmates, but the sarcastic ones? Tigermumble had difficulty coming up with an appropriate response. Thus, he was a little grateful when she switched to an attempt to be more welcoming by offering him some, too. Nodding silently, the tom-cat bent down and took a small bite, taking his time to chew and swallow before answering. "Oh, I'm Tigermumble. Um, how about you?" That was how one was supposed to respond in this situation, right? Introductions over a shared meal?


    Noting her drifting gaze, the warrior glanced back to spot Foreststar, finding his heart pumping a little more. He managed an awkward smile of greeting, dipping his head politely to her. Back when she was still a warrior, Tiger recalled her as someone who was kind-hearted and wise. She was already proving to be a wonderful leader; there was no doubt Flickerstar chose his successor well.


    Trying his best to be social, he invited, "W-would you care to join us?" It was a soft-spoken offer, so Foreststar likely would hear it as little more than a whisper. Regardless, he was making an effort, which was something to be said. Most cats remained in their own bubble for their whole lives, never making a lot of friends or being comfortable in any situation. He heard it was awful and he didn't want to live like that. While he didn't talk much already, he could at the very least try to be more accepting of gatherings.

    OOC: okey dokey let's try this again


    IC: Seeing that the two had noticed her, Foreststar nodded in greeting and padded over. She noticed all the unease as she came closer, and tried her best not to look intimidating. Though, really, it seemed as if other cats painted a picture of intimidation all their own at the sound of a 'star' name. "Hello," she greeted thoughtfully, figuring she should at least greet them before asking. "Tigermumble, do you have an apprentice at the moment?"