❋ Lightpaw shrieked as Shadepaw darted forward, driving the mouse towards her. She wasnt ready, and With a panicked scrabble of paws the she cat tried to grasp the creature but it darted right through her outstretched claws and between her stubby legs, disappearing into the undergrowth. She whipped around in time to see it disappear into the ferns, a crushed expression on her face. Stupid furball! How could you miss that?! "Mousedung!" She spat with a defeated sigh, her pelt hot with embarrassment. She turned to her companion with her tail drooping, feeling bad for losing the prey and hoped he wouldn't be too angry with her. "Sorry, Shadepaw..." She muttered, shuffling her tiny White paws in the dirt. why can't you do anything right?!
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Shadepaw wasn't too surprised that Lightpaw had missed the mouse. She was younger than him and had therefore had less experience after all, so he supposed it was nothing unexpected. It didn't really bother him, either. He would have been much more concerned if she had missed the mouse in Leaf-Bare, when prey was significantly more scarce. "It's okay, that's okay," his emerald gaze briefly flicked down to the she cat's paws, noticing the way she shuffled them, interpreting the gesture as one of nervousness. "There's plenty of prey around at the moment - we'll find something else soon," walking around the cluster of bushes, he came to stand beside Lightpaw. Not wanting their conversation to become boring in any way, he was quick to speak again. "Are you better at hunting or fighting?" The jet black tom asked as he started to head through the undergrowth, flicking his tail for his companion to follow him. He didn't really care what Lightpaw was good at, he just wanted to keep the conversation going. It was much better to talk to other cats, their voices filling his mind, than to think about his own problems.
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❋ She padded after her denmate, taking tiny, rapid steps to keep up with his longer stride. "I'm not especially good at either yet..." She admitted, twitching her whiskers in embarrassment. "But probably hunting, so long as my stupid fur doesnt get snagged on anything." She shot a disdainful look at her unusual thick curly coat. She hated it, it was unruly and always looked unkempt it took forever to dry, it was stifling hot in green leaf, and she found it much less attractive than her sleek furred clanmates. She never thought she was a particularly good looking cat.
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Lightpaw seemed to be quite self deprecating, which made sense to Shadepaw - it seemed to fit with the rest of her personality. Honestly, he was quite self deprecating too - but only inside of his own head. It was important for Shadepaw to vocalize that he was the best at everything, and that he was confident, even though that was far from the truth. Maybe the small cat had been confident once, but that confidence had been torn away back when he was only a kit. He could still remember sneaking out of the camp and catching a rogue stealing prey, trying to stop the rogue, and getting beaten up and nearly killed in the process. The child had returned to camp in tears, incredibly embarrassed, and he still had a scarred muzzle and a torn ear to remind himself of the event.
Shadepaw preferred fighting to hunting - or sparring, at least. StarClan forbid he got involved in any actual fights, but sparring was fun, provided that claws were kept sheathed. He remembered sparring with claws out once, and it had been a scary experience, as well as humiliating, as he had lost the spar, only causing him to become more insecure.
That doesn't matter now. The apprentice who had beaten him while sparring had disappeared moons ago, and Shadepaw hoped that he would never see him ever again.
"I prefer fighting, but hunting is good too," the ebony furred apprentice replied. His green gaze then swept over Lightpaw's pelt as he heard her latter comment. He could see how it left her at a disadvantage when she was hunting, as it was rather thick and curly. He could certainly imagine it getting snagged on things, especially in ThunderClan's territory of all places. Still, Shadepaw preferred not to judge by appearance, and so the young cat suggested, his head tipping to the side as he spoke, "But won't that fur keep you warmer in Leaf-bare? It's not all so bad." Shadepaw often got cold in the Leaf-bare due to his short pelt, but he couldn't imagine that Lightpaw had that much trouble. The small tom continued to walk, his ears pricked, his nose twitching, as he continued to search for prey.
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❋ She perked up slightly at the dark furred Tom's reaffirming words about her fur being beneficial in colder times. This was true, her clanmates did seem to want to sleep a little bit closer to her on cold nights- she put out heat like nobody's business. "That is true, I suppose. But I'm so small, I' get lost under the deep snow!" She squeaked with a shiver, mostly teasing. "But if you get cold, I'm definitely the cat you want to put your nest beside!" She purred, but then remembered how soon Shadepaw would no longer be her denmate, when he would move to the warriors den. The thought made her sad, but also a little silly for getting attached to him. He was going to be a Warrior soon, he'd have no interest in having her tag along after him all the time then. Or anything else, for that matter.
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//bump :3
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Shadepaw's whiskers twitched with amusement as his companion spoke. He could certainly picture Lightpaw getting stuck in deep snow due to her tiny size, though he had to admit, it was a problem that even he had faced occasionally. Shadepaw wasn't tiny, but he was smaller than the average cat. He felt rather insecure about his height, though he had never really voiced those insecurities out loud apart from once or twice around cats he truly trusted and loved.
"Well, luckily for you, there's not gonna be any snow around here for a while - not unless StarClan throws a prank on us." The young tom nudged the curly furred she cat's shoulder playfully. He still remembered the strange weather changes which had occurred back when he was a kit - if they had happened in the past, they could surely happen again. Shadepaw wasn't opposed to a little snow, but he generally preferred hotter weather. He didn't overheat very easily due to his short fur, and he rather enjoyed sunbathing, feeling the gentle heat of the sun massaging his obsidian pelt.