SHE'D BE FINE PRETENDING | open, return from captivity

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    ❝ THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE IN ME, JUST WAITING TO BREAK FREE ❞


    Coldpaw was tired - she'd missed her home, and had perhaps been a bit more enthusiastic in her escape than she'd like to admit. The pale icey blue collar that hugged her neck was an annoyance - she still could not get it off, not for a like of trying either - and her sides still felt sore and bruised from the 'accident', but she pushed forwards anyways - she wanted to be home, to see her family again, to see her clanmates. Even if she hadn't been the most social, the most active, or the most... likable, she still missed them all. Padding through the treeline, she kept her eyes wide, ears perked, and all her other senses as alert as possible. She wasn't sure how long it'd been since she had been taken - if anyone would recognize her right away.


    ❝ YOU LAUGH AND SMILE AT ME, BUT YOU DON'T SAY A THING ❞

    ✿ just another nancy boy

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    Shimmerpaw had been padding towards the BloodClan border. He knew he wasn't supposed to be, but the rat attack had worried him. Moonwatcher had been injured, and he wanted to make sure the rats had all scurried back to their hiding place--wherever it was. Hearing rustling up ahead, Shimmerpaw froze and pricked his ears. More rats?


    He picked up a familiar scent before him and cautiously continued forward, amazed at what came into view. "Coldpaw?' he squeaked. "Is that you?" Shimmerpaw hadn't seen the other apprentice since shortly after his own ceremony. He blinked in astonishment as he noticed a collar around the she-cat's neck. It looked somewhat battered, as though she had been trying to get it off. The tom took another nervous step forward.


    "I-I can help you get that off, if you want," he offered softly. "It'll be easier than trying to do it yourself."


    ✯ Thank You, Next

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    Ever since the ceremonies and meeting the day before, Moonwatcher had made it a task of hers to keep a closer eyes on all of the apprentices in case any decided to become adventurous and leave camp without their new mentors. Today, much to the deputys' surprise, it would be Shimmerpaw who would venture out. Moonwatcher would follow him, her pawsteps still relatively quiet despite her limp. As they drew closer to the Bloodclan border, her fur would slightly raise, what was he doing all the way out here? She would stiffen as another scent wafted over to them both, but it was more from shock then aggression.


    That scent....it couldn't be....


    Caution forgotten, Moonwatcher would rise to her full height. Her throat would tighten as her supisicions were confirmed as Coldpaw came into view and Shimmerpaw even called her by name.


    "Coldpaw!"


    The deputy would hurry forward despite her injuries and press her nose in relief to the she-cats forehead.
    "Thank the stars, you're ok." Her golden hues moved down to the collar that adorned her apprentices neck and her expression softened, "Lets get you home and have Heatherpaw look you over."