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    It was blatantly obvious the young she-cat didn't have a care in the world. she had never been plagued by fright, threatened by destruction, chased by demons. She was care-free, a blissful being ... her odd orbs retained a sort of childish innocence that many her age had lost by now. Islapaw set a single, small ivory paw in front of another as she walked through a clearing. She moved with a rhythmic pace, graceful but in a flouncing way rather than a slow and elegant fashion. She was a tiny thing, scrawny but her little body was evolved by her thick, tangled mass of long fur.


    As she moved through a clearing, something caught her attention . . . a box that was emitting a loud nose. With a curious tilt of her head, and without a second of hesitation, Islapaw approached the strange box. Music! A smile curved her maw as she realized what it was, something that the two-legs must have left behind - a speaker. Her plume of a tail swished high, lightly tapping the sides of her thighs as a cheerful hum whistled through her closed maw along the beat of the music from the speaker.


    Within a few moments, Islapaw went from casually tapping her paw to the music, to breaking down in a full-on dance routine. Hopping, skipping, and jumping - she was a sight to see.



    ALL THIS BLOOD I'VE SPILT —

    Jade orbs would narrow at the distance sound of something absolutely hideous. With a lip raised in a snarl he'd follow the noise only to see, once again, Islapaw. With a roll of his eyes he concluded that she seemed to dig for attention without even trying. Always doing things that he felt would annoy him. Venompaw felt as if she intentionally did these things. As if she knew he was always around and ready to be pissed off. So with a low growl he would lurch forward and aim a swipe at the box in attempt to shut it off and hopefully break whatever it was. He didn't care if it bit his paw off as long as that disgusting sound would shut up. "What in the name of anything is that!" He'd snap turning towards his training partner.

               

    Bearthroat had long lost his child-like innocence. Cedar, his father, had made sure to rip that from him at such a young age. A warm fluttering feeling settled into his heart knowing that his apprentice hadn’t lost that purity, yet. And hopefully, if he had anything to do with it, she would never lose it. Approaching besides his other apprentice, Venompaw, he smiled his usual charming nature shining through. “What are you doing, Islapaw?” The deputy would inquire curiously, flattening his ears against his large skull once the loud music emitted into his sensitive ears.

    A sleek blue-grey form joined the other Riverclanners, teal eyes glistening with amusement. This tom hadn't lost a spec of personality over the moons, he was lively as ever, wearing his signature toothy smile. His demeanor didn't well match with his brutal reputation, but he was known to be great around younger cats. "Yeah what are you doing? It looks like FUN!" Fishface commented, echoing Bearthroat's question. He stood, smiling bright at Islapaw, admiring the way she moved with the music. His tail twitched along with the beat. He so adored seeing such a happy display, and secretly wished he had the guts to join in.