Fawnpaw and Brightpaw are getting used to their powers...

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    Brightpaw entwined her tail with her sister's and silently thought, 'Stop all that negitive thinking. You're an amazing hunter and in two sun-rises we'll be warriors. And then we're going to live with the Lust's!' a strange wave of excitement and love rushed off of the apprentice as she thought about Tiny.


    Wavestar slowly padded out of his den, his crumpled dark blue and grey pelt looking extremely like fierce waves in the sun-drowned place. Dipping his head as the cat's started to move off agian to their usual jobs the leader crouched down next to Fawnpaw, then licked her ear.

    Fawnpaw blinked quietly at the news, not very responsive other than a flick of her ear. The burning disgust of feverfew filling her mouth once the honey all seemed to dissolve.


    She glanced at Wavestar, wondering who he was until she remembered he was the leader. What was it going to be? Exile, execution, drowning. Punishment was in order, though she seemed to be over exaggerating a bit.

    Brightpaw furrowed her brow but dipped her head and moved away silently when Wavestar flicked his tail.


    Wavestar smiled and quietly curled beside Fawnpaw where Brightpaw had once been.


    "Fawnpaw, we are lucky to have a brilliant apprentice back with us." the Tom murmured happily, licking her ear again.

    'I'm nothing more than a horrible apprentice. My life is ruined.' She mewed defiantly, her voice cracking only a few times. 'I want things to go back to normal. Everything. It was better the way it was.' Only cat she could actually admit things to around here? Maybe. Frostnight? Eh, maybe. Casper? She didn't even know what happened to him. Maybe he didn't like her anymore, gone, left, taken away by his mother? She didn't know.

    Wavestar bent down further, whiserping now, "You have a great destiny to fill Fawn. Be ready for your warrior ceremony." Standing up the leader smiled and quickly grabbed a mouse from the fresh-kioll pile, stepping over play fighting kits and sitting down next to his mate, Fernshade, Honeyfern's sister.

    Brightpaw ran over to Fawnpaw after Wavestar had gone and checked to see if any cats were watching.


    "Come on, follow me!" the apprentice hissed, running voer to a unusually long clump of ferns and pushing through it easily, revealing their secret garden.

    Brightpaw giggled and a flare of excitement burst off of her.


    "Look! Some bee's made a hive a moon before and now it's abandoned. You know what that means right?" the apprentice whispered and struck a large wad of moss into the hive.

    The shy Fawnpaw nodded quietly, knowing that there would be honey located inside. It just brought back harsh memories of when Brightpaw dropped the soaked moss on her head, leading to embarrassment and a harsh drowning.


    Try to make the most of it I guess, right? The apprentice blinked, flicking her ears as she watched the soaked moss come out dripping with honey.

    Brightpaw bit her lip as she just realized what Fawnpaw must be thinking and forced a small grin.


    "Come on, let's share it and watch the Clan." the apprentice purred and carried the large wad of moss delicately over to where a large but unnoticeable hole was in the bramble bushes, Riverclan was hurrying around, busy doing what needed to be done.

    Fawnpaw nodded, keeping track of the she-cat through the camp. She didn't appear hostile, though the slight limp gave her a rugged look. Her eyes betrayed none of the regular Fawnpaw. She was back to her old self.Quiet. Shy. Alone in the world.


    She missed the way things used to be, wishing would get her no where. Yet, she didn't know where to go from where she stood.


    The apprentice scanned the camp, some casting curious glances at her for her arrival back in the clan. Others glared, probably wishing she never returned.

    Brightpaw narrowed her eyes at the apprentices grouped near their den, speaking loudly for all to hear, probably hoping Fawnpaw was near to hear their comments.


    "I think that that mouse-brain should have just like admitted she wasn't as good as us!" Steerlingpaw yowled out, then dropped her voice and muttered something unbearable as her mentor dragged her away.


    "Well, I think that Fawnpaw should be made warrior so we don't have to sleep with her anymore!" Cacklepaw retorted to the rest of the apprentice's who looked unsure, they liked Fawnpaw's bubbly attitude and the way she could catch exactly what they wanted for the next meal swiftly.

    Fawnpaw didn't even care! No! She wouldn't stand for it, in fact. Her 'bubbly' attitude was destroyed by their own foolish judgement against her. They are to blame. Someday, if that Steerlingpaw ever needed help from her, she'd be unwilling to be of any assistance.


    She unsheathed her claws, paying no attention to the apprentices. Can only hope that someday some sense is knocked into their hollow skulls!


    Fawnpaw followed Brightpaw around the camp casually, not speaking a word, and doing anything she speaks of.

    Brightpaw strutted out, weaving around so it looked like they just jumped down the tree and ignored the narrowed eyes from Cacklepaw but subtly noticed the guilty expressions on the other apprentices. Reaching the marvelous fresh-kill pile the apprentice swiped her claws swiftly, and sent a fish flying into the air, a move Fawnpaw and her used to practice when they were young apprenitce's. She knew Fawnpaw would catch the fish behind her in her jaws and then go off to their favorite shaded place where sweet smelling flowers grew.

    Fawnpaw easily caught the fish with the practiced move, pushing back the old memories the continue her protest against life. Eh, why she was doing it? No particular reason could be named, was confused a proper answer? I suppose.


    The apprentice knew that they were to be heading over to where some nearby flowers always seemed to survive the chill of Leafbare, ignoring the snickers from the apprentices and the innocence of the others.


    Why stand there and listen to the mockery, if they insisted on being friends with her? She would catch their favorite prey, play fight along with them -- letting them win, and even get them out of trouble. Yet, did they do anything for her? No. Fawnpaw never seemed to do anything for herself. It always had to be for others.

    Brightpaw let a slight smirk spread across her face as she curled up next to the sun of the morning dew flowers. Looking up, the apprentice let out a sigh of relief as she saw Fawnpaw carrying the fat fish. Closing both eyes the she-cat heard an angry yowl and snapped them open again.


    Lightningpaw, a beautiful golden she-cat who was friend's with Fawnpaw and Brightpaw, was snarling and hissing at Cacklepaw who had unsheathed his claw and widened his eyes as all of the other apprentices joined after Lightningpaw who was scorning at the Tom and snorted, then carried her freshly killed prey that she had taken in before going over to the apprenitce's den. Padding over to Fawnpaw and Brightpaw she dropped her three fish and curled up, smiling at when all the other apprenitce's held their heads up high and curled up with pieces of prey in their mouths.

    She felt like saying,'What was all that about?', but Fawnpaw held her tongue to listen quietly on what she'd say. Lightningpaw would surely mention it to them, no reason to ask what happened when she was already going to tell them. Drasted Cacklepaw. Cacklemouse. Cacklebrain. Cackledirt. Insults is all she could think of about the tom at the time.


    Fawnpaw slowly reached forward and took a bite of the fish, grateful to have some prey to chew on instead of rotten crow food in the streets.

    Brightpaw smiled and dipped her head at all of the apprentice's joining them.


    "Lightningpaw." the she-cat purred, swiping the fish away from her sister and taking a unusually large bite.



    Lightningpaw let a small smile go onto her face and squeezed next to Fawnpaw, starting to lick down her pelt gently.


    "Cacklepaw is such a mouse-brain. I tricked him to say everything he hated about all of the apprentice's." the beautiful she-cat purred, narrowing her eyes at the pure black apprentice from over the clearing. He looked small and glanced around, probably looking for his mentor, Flashwing.

    Fawnpaw gently set her head down upon her paws, listening in on the conversation like the guilty raven that chirped above them with a taunting chirp. Her ears swiveled around as the talented bird seemed to throw it's voice across the clearing to announce it's arrival to the camp. Loud, annoying, and yet how could they be so beautiful?


    Quiet, silent, and yet how could she be so beautiful? Scratch that. Ugly. Better word for the feelings she felt at the time. Ah, the cool and gentle grooming from Lightningpaw eased her precarious mind, flickering on the light switch inside -- dusting away the cobwebs, and such.