In the Apprentice Den (Open)

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  • Fluidpaw smiled teasingly at Beechpaw, "so, who's the friend?" Beechpaw looked at her, "Shut up."
    She smiled again, "now now I'm only kidding. Darkpaw right? And her brother Flashpaw?"

  • Flashpaw had to think about it awhile trying to pick something else to do.

  • Flashpaw smirked getting an idea. "How about playing truth or dare." He meowed a knowing smile on his face.

  • "Sure!" Darkpaw mewed, not realizing what he was trying to do. "We should invite Beechpaw," She was already walking towards them when she added grudgingly, "And Fluidpaw."

  • Flashpaw smirked glad that Darkpaw didn't realize his plan. "Yeah the more of us there is the better." He meowed.

  • "Hey Beechpaw," Darkpaw began, then hastily added. "And Fluidpaw, if you want. Would you guys like to play truth or dare with us? Flashpaw suggested it."

  • "Come on guys it will be fun!" Flashpaw meowed smiling at the other two.

  • Moonflight sighed. Darkpaw had gone hunting again. She knew thay were supposed to be training!

  • Flashpaw smiled as the other two said yes. "So who wants to go first?" He asked.

  • Fluidpaw shot up, "ooh! me! me!" She sat back down again and cleared her throat. "Ok," she looked at Flashpaw, "truth or dare?"

  • "Hmmm..." She thought, "I dare you to...say 'I love you' to Darkstorm."


    OOC: Darkstorm is one of my charries who hates apprentices XD

  • OOC: That's funny I have an evil cat named Darkstorm who just hates ShadowClan cats in general. XD


    Flashpaw nodded the dare sounded easy considering the ones that Rainpaw, Silentpaw, and he had done in the past. "Please that's easy." He scanned the area looking for Darkstorm.

  • The dark grey tabby she-cat sat near the fresh-kill pile, dark amber gaze staring at nothing but claws digging into the soft earth.