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"Are you calling for someone or practicing your battle cry?" Nero asked dryly as he assessed the apprentice. Though the serval was only two moons older than he, it felt like there was a world of difference between maturity. That made Nero think. ... Was he too mature for an eight moon old?
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With a nod, Nero grasped the basket handle in his jaws and hefted it up. Time to get rid of the heads.
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"If he wanted to kill you then you would be dead by now," Nero told Eternalpup, drawing a paw over her in an attempt to push her out from behind him. Oh, he was so comforting.
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"Hm... I suppose so, then," the young serval said slowly. But what if it was something that was a delayed reaction? Nevertheless, Nero crept slowly to the camera, his ears flicking backwards and forwards with indisicion.
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"Bearpaw!" Nero exclaimed, rushing over to the conflagration. The already injured apprentice would wound herself even more now! He skidded to a stop once he saw what exactly was burning: her books, and he knew she treasured them. Making a split second decision, the eight moon old snatched another book out of the burning pile and started to kick dirt over it. That would smother it, right?
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"Welcome to WindClan, then," Nero greeted the female. The young serval looked at her curiously.
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"Rather silly if you ask me, since we don't know who is who. But WindClan's policy is such, so yes. 'Just like that,'" Nero responded.
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"Hyacinthflowering," Nero informed Polarispaw. He wrinkled his nose at the apprentice. How... lovely.
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[ooc: congrats! and yaaaay]
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Nero yawned widely, his white fangs peeking out between his lips as he did so. The young serval stretched as he slowly padded out of his personal den. He wasn't an apprentice, not technically, so he preferred to stay out of their den. He didn't belong there. Nero blinked the rest of his tiredness out of his eyes and looked to the east. The sun wasn't quite yet up, he noted, as a patrol of warriors and crabby apprentices came back from their moonhigh patrol.
With a nod to his Clanmates, Benedict's son trotted out of camp, intent on getting some hunting done before the rest of the camp awakened. Perhaps he would even find somebody wishing to join that the patrol had missed. The dew was cold against his paws as he padded on, but the eight moon old didn't mind. He was reveling in the peace that the early twilight brought. No birdsong, no bickering of kits in camp brought on from the mountain wind. Just... peace.
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"I would be too young to join you, wouldn't I?" Nero responded to Benedict with a frown. He wanted to suggest that he could go anyway, seeing as the only other Clan he'd been to was BloodClan to fetch his father in the first place. Since he had no mentor, he'd never been to the Clans 'officially'. But Nero didn't want to sound insistent on spending time with Benedict, so he remained silent on his wish. "What happened with Hyacinth, if I can ask?"
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Nero stopped in his tracks, a single front paw raised, as Myrtlepaw's voice rent the peaceful air behind him. His ears threatened to pin to his head, but the serval forced himself to affect a relaxed expression on his face and turn around to face the apprentice. "Hello, Myrtlepaw," he responded evenly, standing tall. Oh, he vaguely recognized her. She was a re-joiner, right? The one who claimed to be the daughter of so-and-so. Right.
With a deep breath, Nero turned to look longingly back at the direction he had been going when Myrtlepaw interrupted him. 'It's nice out, isn't it?' Well it had been. "Yes. Peaceful, quiet," he said, a single eyebrow raised. "A bit early for you to be out, isn't it?"
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"Hello, you two," Nero greeted the apprentices, his cinnamon gaze looking blankly curious. He stood off to the side, his stance casual as he observed them. The serval honestly couldn't say that he knew the two siblings, but then again, he wasn't very social, either. He knew Polarispaw, Feferi, Hyacinthflowering, Bearpaw, and Benedict. ... Only five Clanmates, wow.
"Staying busy?"
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"I'm sure he'll come soon, no need to shout," Nero muttered as he padded up.
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The baby dragon - the size of a rhino, already - sniffed around the ground. He let out a small bellow of surprise when he nearly stepped on Ratkit and skittered back a few steps. Then Skottlossning stretched out his long neck to sniff at him with his hot breath. Who was this thing? What was this thing?
There was another one! He flapped his leathery wings at the sight of Polarispaw and let out another small bellow.
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"And you are small," the dragon's voice rumbled as he bent his neck to nose at Ratkit again. The reptilian creature's head tilted as he stared at both Polarispaw and Ratkit. The second one was bigger, but they were both small! Skottlossning took a step forward, and snorted as the kitten batted at his wings.
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Skottlossning dipped his head and gave a rumble of acknowledgement. The drake had just joined the Clan, so he didn't really know either of those names. Okay.
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What a curious event, Skottlossning thought as he stalked forward. The young dragon gingerly took a candle in his claws and studied it. Huh.
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He would be participating without a candle thank you very much. Nero winked slyly at Bearpaw and Polarispaw - two cats he could consider friends, if they agreed - and approached the Snowferra. What a curious creature! "Where do you come from, if I may ask?"
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"That's Benedict, the leader of WindClan," Nero informed Witchcraft with a small nod. His father was giving power over to another... interesting.
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