❝ ocean eyes ❞ -- intro

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    as the light of dawn flooded the apprentice den, clearpaw's blue eyes pulled open slowly. she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. she tossed and turned so much of the night that she wouldn't be surprised if her denmates hated her. she poked her head out and at first the light was blinding in comparison to the darker den. she let her eyes get used to the brightness before continuing on. clear took heavy steps over to where other riverclanners had been gathering. the grey and white molly sat down and just looked over the small group that had gathered. most cats should be getting up soon and she was still only half awake. while clearpaw seemed to just stare off into space, she thought about things she might do that day. she would definitely go down to the river as usual. that was her favorite place to be. she imagined the cool water rushing over her paws and the drowned out sounds that were audible from under the surface. she was brought out of her daze when she felt something bump into her shoulder. a jolt ran through her small frame and her ears pricked up. she had been slightly on edge as of late but upon turning and seeing a clanmate, clearpaw sighed with relief.

    unfortunately, beepaw had to bump into someone. the skittish tom cat felt his fur immeidalty spike up, as he tripped over his own paws, wincing as he fell over, onto the damp ground. "s-sorry! clearpaw, right?" the nervous blue eyes seemed to divert away, but motherless, he was told he had to be.. nicer and not so freaked out by everyone and everything.

    "BE CAREFUL WITH ME" & TAGS

    mornings sucked. this was just a fact of life. a groan could be heard from nearby, and slowly but surely weavingpaw would drag himself out of his nest. he was still groggy with sleep, eyes bleary and unfocused. it took him a second, but the tom eventually identified the two figures in front of him, and with some effort flashed them both a friendly smile. "morning guys," he didn't know either apprentice very well, but he didn't have a reason to dislike them, so... "what's the plan for today?" he didn't have much planned next to training with springhawk, swimming, and a few other miscellaneous activities, so weaving was curious to see if they wanted to hang out later.

    “G’morning guys.” He grumbles although he’s mostly happy that that his tiny bee is back. Maybe he could ask Nightstar to unground him so that he could take care of Beepaw again. If he had been his mentor then he could’ve been out of camp with Bee. He could’ve saved his little brother from another encounter with a bloodidiot. He’d been trying to figure out who had hurt Bee before going after whoever hurt him.

           

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