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    one of the many things that crabpaw himself didn't know how to do was fight. of course, he could hunt perfectly fine (considering that he had to live off of the stuff he hunted back in that weird largefoot camp), so he was okay with that. but with fighting? that was an entirely different story. crabpaw had no idea that the clans practically fought over everything, so the fluffy munchkin didn't really put that in the forefront of his thoughts. he was just... not interested in fighting. besides, he was a munchkin cat! do you think people as short as him could fight? no, not really. so yeah.


    the young apprentice was sitting near the freshkill pile, thinking about said fighting skills as he groomed himself. ferncloud should probably be training him right now, yeah? so where was she? ....whatever. she would show up at one point and crabpaw would be able to train.


    >> Ahh, this was the cat that had been at the border. She remembered him because...well, he was certainly short. Much shorter than a lot of the cats here in Riverclan. The older apprentice came over to grab a small mouse from the fresh-kill pile and settling down a few feet away from Crabpaw. Was he enjoying it here in Riverclan? He seemed to be deep in thought about something.

    "Hey, you're the new apprentice right? I was one of the cats that greeted you at the border; my name is Hawkpaw, by the way." Hawke spoke up before taking a bite out of the mouse clutched in her paws. Hopefully she wasn't coming off as pushy.




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    heck was i supposed to make them a thread im so sorry


    Spotting her apprentice looking a little out of it, Fawncloud padded over. She noticed as Hawkpaw made her way over and began to speak to Crabpaw. "What are you two up to?" she meowed softly, brows raising. Fawn had come to like Hawkpaw very much: the she-cat seemed pretty smart and was kind to everyone. She hadn't quite gotten to know Crabpaw yet, but hoped to learn a little bit more about him (and his previous life in the largefoot territory) soon.


    everyone looks the same
    Curious as to who this newcomer was; frecklekit would hesitantly make her way over to crabpaw and hawkpaw, mumbling out a soft greeting towards the two. "u-um... hi there..." She paused, not sure if she should introduce herself now or wait to be asked. She decided to be on the safe side of things and wait until one of them replied, her ears and tail twitching nervously.

    bio. - plot. - refs.

    Fighting was easy for the serval. It came instinctually to the girl. After all, how hard was it to raise your forelimbs and lash out with those claws, dagger-like weapons extending? Fighting was an important part of survival; if you couldn't defend yourself, chances were, that you'd die.


    Being the naturally bloodthirsty gal that she was, Cheetahpaw honed her battle skills as soon as she could upon joining RiverClan. As a former kittypet, her knowledge had been limited, but she was eager to learn and her hesitance and inexperience fell away to skill and percision.


    Cats incapable of fighting were weak in the serval's eyes; even much more superior than the rest. They were nothing, and they would not survive. The inferior would die out soon anyways. It was just the reassurance of natural selection; the better breed would win out, and the superior kind like Cheetahpaw would win.


    It was one of those days where Cheetahpaw was relaxing in RiverClan camp. The exotic wildcat was by herself, tugging half-heartedly at the carcass of a bird she had picked out from the pile. She had found it meaningless to engage in conversation, especially if it was not interesting or beneficial in anyway. The girl sat, basking in the warmth of the sun and curious watching the trio out of the corner of her eye.

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    no tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony - tags
    Troutpaw ambled on over to the group, his pale eyes studying the strange cat. He hadn't seen this apprentice before-- Crabpaw was unfamiliar and had a weird scent. His legs were really short, too. Riverclanners just had weird legs, apparently, what with this newbie's stubby ones in addition to the two three-legged cats that lived there. The boy nudged his way into the freshkill pile, pushing his small nose in it as he gripped a frog in his jaws. He settled himself right next to Ferncloud and flicked his tail towards his mentor in greeting.


    The apprentice sunk his large fangs into the slimy frog, chewing unnaturally slowly, as he watched Crabpaw. "'Mm Troutpaw." He meowed in a muffled tone, cheeks full of food. He was indeed a classy boy and had an act to uphold.