MOONDUST // mouse

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    Shadepaw's fur prickled with boredom as he lay in the middle of the camp, his green eyes flicking about, lazily watching his Clanmates as they went about their lives. The apprentice's daily routine - getting up, patrolling, hunting, training, whatever he did, was growing less and less appealing to him. Nothing really excited him anymore, with his life seemingly becoming more and more dry. Perhaps things would change for him when he became a warrior.


    Less than a moon now. It felt as though Shadepaw's apprenticeship had stretched on for years and years, and he was eager for it to be over. Mostly eager, at least. Part of him, though he'd never admit it, was scared. He was still scared of failure, scared of not being a good warrior. But I have to push those thoughts away. And yet it seemed impossible to do so.


    A lot had changed over the moons of Shadepaw's apprenticeship - but something that had stayed the same was his friendship with Mouseridge. If anything, the pair of them had simply grown closer over time. They had known each-other for quite a while now, and Mouseridge meant the world to Shadepaw. He was a great cat, and Shadepaw hoped that he wouldn't lose him. Unlike how I've lost others. Painful grief stung at the tom's heart, only growing stronger as his bright eyes rested on Mouseridge, who was also in camp. It seemed as though he was grieving a cat who was still alive, almost out of the agonizing certainty that it would only be a matter of time until he lost him.


    Hoping to distract himself from his negative thoughts, the small apprentice rose to his paws, padding over to Mouseridge. "Wanna go hunting?" The short-haired male asked, coming to stand in front of his friend.


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    Mouseridge

    YOU MIGHT THINK

    I’M CRAZY


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    Unlike Shadepaw Mouseridge was ready to just lay down and do nothing for a couple days. Everything seemed to be changing at lighting speed and he just wanted time to freeze and let him take it in, it seemed the start of all this changes happened when Shellfire broke her leg and it avalanched from there. His tired eyes grazed across camp looking for something to do, he may want to just die in a hole but he was one to work automatically, without a thought put into it.

    It was like he blinked and then two green eyes stared up into his; smile cracked on his lips and his eyes grew less tired. Shadepaw, he had first met him when he was a kit, it was a little weird to think about, the five moon old kit letting a nine moon old apprentice play games with them and then building a lifelong friendship. He couldn’t really recall how old his friend was now, was he nearly a warrior? The thought was weird, it felt like Shadepaw was his warrior name. That he had been named a warrior the same day Mouseridge had been.


    Then his yellow eyes blinked back to the world around him in time to listen to his friend’s request. “Of course.” Memories of the last prominent time they went hunting flickered and a warm fuzzy feeling in his heart. He started to walk towards the entrance of the new camp and walk out of it looking to make sure Shadepaw was coming.

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    The apprentice's green gaze softened, sparking with warmth as his friend accepted his offer. He was glad that he and Mouseridge were so close, even if he was so terrified of losing him. He's a real friend - I don't know what I'd do without him. Hell, I don't even know what I would do if he didn't want to be friends anymore. Shadepaw truly valued the close relationships he had with his loved ones, and the thought of such relationships being broken terrified him. By some miracle, he'd managed to avoid getting into fights with any of his friends or family members, which was shocking considering his attitude. Still, it was bound to happen at some point, and the young tom couldn't say that he was looking forward to it.


    Shadepaw padded alongside Mouseridge as they left the camp, managing to catch up to his friend quickly despite his short legs. The ebony male still felt embarrassed about his height, even though it didn't seem to do much to hinder him. He still feared that his small size would put him at a disadvantage someday, or that other cats might take him less seriously because of it.

    Pushing that troublesome thought away, the tom asked casually, "So, what's up?"



    Mouseridge

    YOU MIGHT THINK

    I’M CRAZY


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    The two always looked quite goofy walking together, Mouseridge was a taller cat not huge but taller than average, Shadepaw on the other hand kept a tight small frame. Although if they were the same height Mouseridge would think Shadepaw would look more fearsome than the twig of a cat he was, skin and bones and that was it. He knew his friend faced a mental block of insecurity with his height and Mouseridge wished he would just stop it, he was plenty capable without the extra height and he should know it, but being self conscious was a heavy topic to bring up and Mouse wouldn’t mind some light conversation before the deeper topics of a prolonged conversation started to show.


    Today was different from their last hunting trip together, it would have been in the old territory and it would have been more of a habit than a adventure. Today the land was new and young to the two toms, it held secrets they had yet to find and also water! They could stare at the waves lap at the sand, the sun dancing off the lulling waves.


    And he had a lot happen over the last moon, lots of stuff that he needed to tell someone. And who better than his most trusted friend. “Lots of stuff to be honest. But most of it is pretty heavy, but some of it is really good!” How vague could the lanky tom be for Starclan’s sake “What about you? It feels like along time since we have had a good talk.” He turned it around onto his friend, along with gesturing in an asking way about which way they should go.

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