Posts by Clearrain Walker

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    "Hopefully you won't need an apprentice soon, right?" As long as Larkflight was around things should be fine....it was just odd to the tom to think that some day they would have apprentices. They were apprentices now, and Clearpaw considered himself pretty young - and Sakurapaw was several moons younger than him, so it had to be a weird thought to her as well.

    Before the tabby could murmur a slightly pleading, 'but I don't even know the way?' the shamaness had left him in the dust. It seemed like things weren't too different from kithood, she still had this speed that his clumsy paws couldn't always keep up with.


    He catapulted pretty far down the stairs, but he was still about a rabbits foot behind her. Adrenaline covered up the cold rush as they ran out into the courtyard, ears tilting back against the breeze in attempts to make himself more aerodynamic. The male supposed he didn't really need to know the way, he just had to keep up until their destination came in sight.

    He felt pretty awkward with the silent gap that fell between them, but when it was covered up with a tight embrace he couldn't really stop the light purr from erupting from his throat. Really, he was just glad that she wanted to go. Even just as friends, she deserved to go out and have fun sometimes, why not go explore another clan?

    "Harrier gave the a-okay when we got the invite from the grizzly bear,"
    He explain, pelt puffed out with embarrassment. "-a lot of cats are supposed to be going, he said it would be really fun!"


    Wow! So many cats and unfamiliar scents, the tom's pelt prickled with excitement. There were creatures of all shapes and sizes, a few loners here and there, but for the most part they walked together in pairs. Whether so,e part of him intended it or not, Clearpaw's tail looped around Sakuras - if anything just to assure that neither would get lost.


    "Great StarClan..." Everyone was so happy here, how could a smile not grace his maw? He was elated! He didn't even feel underdressed, his groomed fur was all he had needed to keep in order as he escorted the Shamaness here, though he was quite sure when the butterflies had begun to flicker in his stomach.


    Outside it might be pouring snow, but in here? Paradise.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]"Its so big!" she chimed, watching as several pairs moved out towards the center to dance, gaze then moving up to watch the holographic snowflakes dancing down from wherever they were being projected from. It was just so wintery and magical, sort of like something out of a fairy book,
    "What do you want to do?". It was worth asking. There was just so much here and honestly, she wanted to have a go at it all so it was probably best to ask him.


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    "It's your day off," he gave her a goody smile. "-we'll do what you want to do." Even if he was a knight, he'd have more freedom than the medic as far as picking up and going went. Really, he was just a little too skittish to ask if she wanted to dance, he didnt exactly know how.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]Well he may have been a bit too skittish to dance, but she wasn't. "Dance with me then!" she chimed, not waiting for his response before hopping out to where everyone was dancing. He was right, technically she was off duty today, so she should have fun right.


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    Clearpaw followed his friend to the dance floor, giving the other cats here watchful glances as he tried to figure out how to mimic them and move about without looking too much like a fool. He was so anxious to start, but when the calico was so happy and carefree, the feeling just sort of rubbed off on him and he was able to dance in a similar happy fashion.



    At least it wasn't a slow dance. Sure, he wouldn't mind doing that either because it would be easy - kinda like a long hug with shuffles back and forth - but his pelt would be completely poofed out with embarrassment.

    Clearpaw was just a little bit taller, so he assumed that this would give him a slight advantage as he moved into a full on sprint. However, they were pretty evenly matched as he moved to run by her side, head ducking forward as he tried to use his long neck to get even a whisker ahead.

    Going at such a high speed was dangerous, and maybe they should have remembered from the last time they sprinted against each other.


    There was no way he could expect the slip, nor prevent his own as the calico unintentionally charged into his side, causing him to flip and fumble, effectively and agin unintentionally becoming her pillow as he was used somewhat like a cat sled as they slid towards the ice cold water.


    They rolled over several times, throwing slush and powder everywhere in their path.

    Pregnant? What? That didn't sound right, they were only ten moons old! He didn't even think he knew how to do that sort of thing, let alone his little sister!


    But if she wasn't worried, then he wouldn't be. He was going to be an Uncle, and Jay...Jay was going to be an old grandpa or something like that! Just wait until he found out. "Congrats," He would mew, not really sure what else to say - the tabby was pretty shocked.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]Watching as he started to relax and enjoy himself, it was a nice feeling and honestly, she didn't care how they looked to anyone else.
    The calico kicked off the floor with her hind paw, sending herself into a little spin, curling up her tail so it didn't create drag as she did so. The less you cared about what people thought of you, the more fun you had, or well that's what she believed anyways.


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    There were awards at this ball? The tabby paused mid-step to watch with wonder. He wished he had been able to get Sakurapaw one, but maybe he could fumble one out of flowers later for her to wear - if there were any florals left on the territory by the time they returned. It was getting rather late, but they had traveled so far and were having so much fun that he really hadn't even noticed the passage of time.


    He hoped the music would start again soon though, he was just starting to like dancing. "Do you want to grab something to eat?" Ears pricked, it looked like there were a lot of goodies that hadn't even been touched yet on one of the long tables.