It's negative attention at best - [open, stargazing]

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    The faint, whispery rustle of the summer breeze sent soft shivers down the apprentice's spine, rattling her awake from her comfortable slumber beside the individual masses of fur and claws. Crowpaw hadn't been sleeping well lately, too rattled over the fact that there's a bear wondering somewhere around in Shadowclan territory. The lumbering beast could easily take out a patrol of cats, cats she cared about, and the nauseating fear of whether or not they'd return from a simple hunt made her insides unsettled and her mind awry. Tonight, like so many nights, was no different for her. Crowpaw sat up in her nest suddenly, her breath hitched with a tightness feeling growing within the pit of her chest, another nightmare, lovely she grimaced to herself, her paws picking their place carefully as she quickly exited the apprentice den.


    The shining luminosity of the large moon caught crowpaw slightly off guard (as she's never seen the moon this bright before), she stared up at the glittering clear sky dumbstruck and completely enveloped in its beauty. The twinkling of the small balls of light against the inky black sky really made for a sight to see, there was not one cloud to obscure such a sight. "holly molly, look at that" she breathed softly, trying not to speak too loudly and disrupt the sleeping cats still dreaming peacefully in their respected dens.


    Perhaps it could be called homesickness, the feeling he sometimes felt at night. It was odd, he thought, because he'd never had a stable home - so what did his heart ache for? Figpaw wasn't sure, and didn't think it to be something to worry on. He did, of course, worry against his will.

    At least the stars were always the same, no matter where you were.

    Though apparently they were all dead cats so that was a bit fuckin' weird.


    "Ye up again t'nigh', eh, Crow?" he asked, catching her slipping from the den (he'd yet to go to bed, he could already hear the scolding from his mentor).

    "Y'ain' one t' sleep all t' way are ye?" wasn't his place to delve into whatever worried the other apprentice at night. Not his place to harass like some kind of hero figure.


    "Ey," he suddenly chirped, "if ye conne' t'ose stars o'er there t'en t'ey ma'e somet'in' that looks li'e an owl!" He lifted a paw to point to the constellation.

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    “Whats with you and always seeing birds everywhere " Flaxenpaw’s oh so lovely voice would chime; a funeral gong in the peaceful night. The black tabby was easily invisible in the darkness, one with the shadows as if born from the void itself, save for those twin amber luminaries of his. They flowed with their usual sheen of judgment as he approached the two apprentices, careful to keep his voice just as low as the others. “You two really shouldn’t be awake. It’ll impair your concentration and performance tomorrow " he says, somewhat hypocritically. Flax didn’t often sleep. For similar reasons to Crowpaw but mostly because he loathed the apprentices den and cherished the quiet peace of a night alone. He sometimes liked to imagine he was the last person on earth...it would explain why he felt so irritatingly lonely all the time.

    But of course his peace had to be disturbed. Still, he’d take it like the champ he was and sit down with them. “Yknow, the best time to see the stars is during the new moon. When all you see is just their light..." h mumbles in a rare moment of gentleness, “Its like you really are surrounded by your ancestors..."

    Then of course, that soft look in his eyes froze over as a sharp smile filled his maw, “Im going to be remembered. When my star joins their ranks, everyone will know which is me" he speaks with force, but there’s an impression he’s talking to himself. Promising to himself.

    He’ll live up to his name.

    He has to.

    "Speech"


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    Crowpaws ears twitched upward as she heard the familiar accent touch her eardrums, figpaw, he was an interesting fellow and one that crowpaw had been yearning to know more about. "Yeah figgy, the bear has me all jostled" she commented softly as she looked toward her denmate with a smile, she knew his intentions were genuine and Crowpaw wasn't good at holding her tongue for too long -- besides she trusted figpaw like she would her own sibling. And speaking of which, she noticed the ominous form of Flaxenpaw slowly make his way toward the group.


    A frown trickled across her relaxed features with her ears pinning slightly back in preparation to start another war with her relative, but she was visibly surprised to see the sincerity in his voice and softness in his eyes. "Aww thanks for the concern little bro" she quipped softly, nudging the tabby with her shoulder before turning her attention back up onto the sky. Crowpaw fully took in the weight of Flaxenpaws words, surrounded by ancestors? That was really cool and the apprentice hoped and prayed that she was doing her best in the eyes of her lineage. A small, genuine smile grew along the woman features, she was really enjoying her time with the two of them, Flaxenpaw was being nice for once and Figpaw always put a hop in her step. That was until Flaxenpaw finished his statement, and the smile vanished as quickly as it came. "Annnnddd the good moment is ruined" she joked, a subsequent frown once again returning to her maw.

    "Tha's fair," figpaw nodded, "t'ey say th' braves' souls are t'e ones willin' t' admit t'ey're scared."

    Figpaw wasn't letting himself worry about the bear, not exactly the best considering the danger, but, well, it was his nature. He glanced to Crowpaw, wondering if that was the only thing keeping her up at night.

    Of course, Fig wasn't gonna bother her on it, not his way, but none could hold back their curiosity.


    Ah.

    Seemed like Flaxenpaw decided to join them, mingle with the common folk and all that. ...oh he's just kidding! Don't get so up in arms! Figpaw couldn't help his little giggle at his own thoughts.

    "May'e I wa' a birt in m' las' life!" he laughed, taking it all in stride. As always, of course.


    Green eyes rolled and Fig couldn't help toss a little tease back.

    "Though' you woul'a not minded t'at! Us bein' a lil slack woul' make you loo' li'e a pre''y good appren'ice woul'n' i', Flaxxy?"

    If anyone thought Figpaw would lose energy they were a bit off.


    Stars, ancestors...

    Figpaw understood 'Starclan' was something the clan cats grew up with, learned, revered. But Figpaw just never got it. He wasn't about to start an argument over it, but, well... He'd prefer to be a plant when he died and returned to the earth, being a star seemed less helpful in the longrun.

    Maybe it was different for non-clan-born cats?


    "T'inkin' 'bou' deat' alrea'y, Flaxxy? Gee, can ye believe 'im Crowsey? Talkin' all big bu' he's skippin' to t'e end!" It was all in good fun, his crooked grin and laughter keeping it light. A gentle sound over the dark night - distinct and inviting.

    Figpaw decided that he quite liked Shadowclan and the cats in it. It may not be home yet, but, he was finding happiness with his fellow apprentices.

    A good night, he thought.


    Poppypaw/twist


    Stargazing...it seemed all the appeentices were doing it-or some at least. She had heard the midnight chattering and decided to infestate what was going on. Her tail twitching a bit before she limped over towards the group with her ears perks. "Hello guys, and Flaxenpaw has a point, we have duties tomorrow we shouldn't tire ourselves by staying up late even if the stars are nice" she hummed before sitting down amused by Flaxenpaw's last words before her gaze landed on Figpaw with a tilt of her head and curiousity filling her gaze at her words. "Though sometimes other takes the words of the ones who admit they're scared as cowardice" she stated to them before glancing up at the sky, she wondered if Owlflight's star was up there. Was he also watching over them? She did not know. Her gaze glanced back into the direction of Flaxenpaw once more "you know...know one knows who star is whose-they all look the same, I say just enjoy their beauty as it is. Its our ancestor-They watch us and protect us" she prompted calmly "someday we'll join them and watch over our own kin" she smiled softly.

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    The dark tabby would pause when he heard Figpaw's comment about being scared. He hadn't heard Crowpaw confess to her nightmares, but he had seen her a couple of times shuffling about in the den and being more tired than usual. He would eye his sister, wondering if she was having nightmares...if...he should maybe...say something...

    But then she spoke and he lost any remaining sympathy for her. Flaxenpaw would glare daggers at his sister and Figpaw, but he refuses to feel embarrassed at having shared his dream with the two plebeians. "I don't even know what you said at the end there, so you're words mean nothing" he hissed, wrapping his tail tight around himself, physically closing himself off again from the two.

    He smirks smugly when Poppypaw arrives and vouches for him - Aha! So there is someone who understands the importance of things! Again, she says some wise words, to which Flaxenpaw adds onto, "I say the real brave ones are the ones who, if they MUST admit they're scared, they push it down and charge forward anyway" Flaxenpaw's eyes flashed, and of course he pressed a paw to his chest and boasted, "Like me, though I'm not really scared of anything."

    Just when he was about to decide Poppypaw was someone he could consider listening to more often than ignoring, she spoke to him again and he frowned, personally offended. But he turned his gaze back to the lights, his narrowed eyes burning with passion and determination, "Then ill be the first everyone remembers. When I pass, my star will burn the brightest of them all" a big claim, but he doesn't care. Ever since he was a kit, he liked to imagine what the brighter the star, the bigger the life and the greater the impression you left behind. Flaxenpaw wanted to be someone who really left their mark on the world.


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