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    OOC: Plots, anyone? I want him to get high on cat-mint and go on a little bit of a rampage and r.pe his she-cat love and that whole thing.. Anyone up for it?


    The young apprentice's muscles rippled underneath his silver fawn tabby pelt. His pale green eyes darted from the swaying trees to the setting sun. He was going to that secret ledge that he'd visit in his days of sadness. He'd sit, alone, and watch the sun set by. What was happening in Hawkclan? Every apprentice was being pregnant by multiple toms or being r.ped. Everything was turning to hell, where was Starclan? Where were they?

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    [Right on time!]


    Hawthornpaw was not having a good day. It isn't good to be an apprentice without a mentor, right? Well, if others thought differently, Hawthornpaw certainly didn't agree with them. Also, her ”mother”, Honeystripe, was acting kinda strange for some reason, and she didn't know why. She was so engrossed in thinking about what was wrong that she didn't notice that she was walking out of Hawkclan camp, and towards where Berceusepaw was. She accidentally bumped into him softly, stumbling backwards after. ”S-sorry.” she mumbled. She was usually much louder, much clearer in voice, but today, she just want herself.

    Berceusepaw felt the gentle bump of the she-cat. He stiffly placed his front paw in front of him to catch his balance. He stood back up on four of his paws and warmly blinked his pale green eyes. The silver fawn tabby tom shifted weight from foot to foot before he began to speak. "No problem... Just watch out where you're walking to, you might fall in a ditch or something," she attempted a joke and chuckled quietly, but then stopped. No, that was a fail. "Berceusepaw... My name is Berceusepaw."


    OOC: Right on time, you've got that!

    Hawthornpaw chuckled politely, for once getting the joke. "Sorry, I just don't know what got into me." she mewed. "I'm Hawthornpaw by the way. So why're you here, Berceusepaw?" Hawthornpaw asked, looking around the area and finally at the sunset. "This seems like a pretty nice view."

    Berceusepaw smiled, silently thanking Starclan for Hawkthornpaw's laugh. He looked back over to his ledge, that lovely ledge that he watched the sunset on when he was upset. "Oh, just watching the sunset."

    [Sorry for the extended inactivity..]


    Hawthornpaw nodded. "That seems like a lovely pastime." she mewed. "It is a beautiful sunset, isn't it? I haven't seen many more beautiful than it."

    OOC: No problemo sissy. Do you remember who we met? You asked to be my sister on my Family Thread and I was like... Heck no, just kidding. I was like, heck ya! Good times... good times.. x3


    IC: Berceuselights smiled at Hawkthornpaw. "Yes.. It truely is," he whispered. It reminded him of Magmakit...

    [I do remember! Those were good times..]


    "Hey Bercueselights," mewed Hawthornpaw. "Wanna go and hunt while we can? It'll be nice to have a good stretch, right?" she asked him. She didn't like staying in one place for too long, since it made her feel restricted sometimes.

    OOC: so sorry Pyro sis! Inmost the thread :/


    IC: Berceuselights nodded. "Sure, I'd love a hunt," he yawned with a stretch.

    "Great!" purred Hawthornpaw. "Let's go," she mewed, heading off into the undergrowth. She didn't just bound away, but instead she went a bit slower than usual so that Berceuselights could keep up with her. She didn't want them to get separated.