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    Tracking with new character!
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    Tracking!
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    Hello! Introducing Dawnpaw. She's quite shy and reserved but very friendly once she gets to know someone. As the title states, this thread is for plotting. Feel free to suggest anything (except kill, capture, maim etc.)! I'd really like if she had a mentor.
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    Approaching quietly, the cream and ginger she-cat smiled shyly at Cougartail, a warrior she hadn't introduced herself to, but knew the name of. "Hi, I'm Dawnpaw," the small apprentice introduced herself as she trotted beside the warrior, her pace faster to keep up with the longer-legged feline. "So, apprentices may also attend the training session?" Her blue eyes were hopeful. Her motive for partaking in the training session was that she had barely any training experience so far, and she didn't have a mentor yet, so she would jump at any chance to train. She was nearly as helpless as a kit when it came to battle.
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    Dawnpaw wasn't a very familiar face within the Clan. She had spent most of her days as a kit inside the nursery, finding warmth and comfort curled in the curve of her npc mother's belly, seldom leaving the den. When she had left the den, it had only been to get fresh-kill or make dirt. Since then, her dear mother had died of greencough. What a dreadful way to die, she had thought. The cream and ginger apprentice had felt very lonely without the only cat she had ever really known.


    The small apprentice sat by the riverbank, watching the ripples of the water distort the image of her ginger face, hoping for a fish to swim into her reach, blue gaze fixed intently on the water.
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    Dawnpaw followed the river, hoping to find a break in the ice. Her fur bristled with alarm. How were they supposed to hunt fish when the river was frozen? Were they all destined to die? Anxious thoughts swirled through her mind as her desperation grew with every step.


    She let out a breath of relief at the sight of Smokebreath and Cougartail. Had they found a break in the ice? She padded over hesitantly, not sure if she was allowed to disturb their conversation. As she came closer to the pair, she noticed the river was frozen solid. Her lips formed a concerned frown. "What will we do?" she asked, coming to a halt beside Cougartail, blue eyes wide and sparkling with worry as she examined the ice. "We won't be able to hunt fish." Were they all destined to starve?
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    Does anyone want threads with this girl?
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    Okay, I'll check it out!
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    Dawnpaw is also quite anxious so I think Mistheart and her could get along and maybe become friends. Maybe Mistheart could give her advice for stuff bc she has no one else to go to?
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    Friends with Dawnpaw? She might be intimidated by him initially.
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    Friends with Dawnpaw when he arrives in RiverClan?
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    Dawnpaw had strayed a little too far by herself. She was painfully aware that what she was doing was completely against the rules, especially in leaf-bare, but she had nobody to talk to back in RiverClan, so she found company with nature—with the trees, the river, the grass. It may have sounded weird, but she liked nature.


    Her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of another cat. A pretty black smoke tortie sitting by a fir tree, grooming herself. For some reason, she was intrigued—usually she would have just turned tail and ran, but she padded closer, still wary. "Hello," the cream and ginger apprentice greeted, her voice quiet and uncertain, a few fox-lengths away from the other she-cat. She didn't smell of any Clan. She must be a loner, she decided.
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    She sighed with relief. Well, this cat didn't seem to be the bloodthirsty type. "Yes, quite far. I didn't intend to go this far, but..." she trailed off, unsure of what to say next, her shyness returning once again. It seemed to kick in when she least wanted it to. It was strange, really, she just... forgot how to speak sometimes. "Well, I'm Dawnpaw. Who are you?" she inquired, sitting down and curling her ginger tabby tail around her fluffy form.
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    Dawnpaw looked around the clearing in awe, her breath coming out in puffs of fog. How amazing. She had never seen this many cats together in one place before. She searched the crowd of cats that spilled into the clearing, hoping to see some kind of familiar face—not that she was familiar with anyone, though. The only cat she had ever been familiar with was her mother, who had died two moons ago. It had been hard adjusting to life without her. She looked up to the stars that danced in the inky black sky, examining each one closely. Are any of you Ma? Are you watching me? She glanced at the huge white moon. Would the truce break tonight?


    She padded into the clearing, tentatively taking a seat by a clump of brown ferns, half hoping someone would approach her.
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    Dawnpaw nodded. "I'm well aware." She shuddered. Hopefully she didn't come across any of those... types. "Nice to meet you as well," the predominantly cream she-cat replied cheerfully. "Evermore," she mused, testing the name on her tongue. "Sounds pretty."
    /Rushed
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    I can make it!
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    She let out a breath of relief as Palemoon arrived and reassured her. "Okay." She wasn't the best fish hunter herself, really. Perhaps it was her kittypet ancestry that she kept hidden. Kittypets couldn't usually catch fish, right? She could just imagine one, soft and plump, pathetically diving their paw into the river and creating enough sound to scare all the prey away from here to Fourtrees. But she barely had any training; that had to be the cause.
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    Dawnpaw jumped a tiny bit as a new voice spoke in her ear, followed by the reflection of another she-cat arriving beside her. She recognized her, but couldn't quite remember her name. Wasn't it... 'Thunder'something? "Oh," she meowed, feeling quite embarrassed. She was a RiverClan cat, she should know that... although, she didn't have any training experience yet. At Palemoon's instruction, she lay down flat, glancing up at the gray feline. "I'm not good at catching fish," the predominantly cream she-cat mewed tentatively.
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    Dawnpaw approached hesitantly. The young apprentice wasn't sure what to do, especially with an... intruder. She stood beside Aspenpaw, her muscles tense.
    /Super rushed
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    Blue eyes examined the area, her excitement growing, but also anxiety tugging at her pelt. I'm probably going to embarrass myself, the apprentice thought negatively. She parted her jaws to allow a sharp sigh to escape her maw, her breath coming out in a small cloud of fog.
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