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sheeppaw had no set opinions on loners or kittypets. she saw them on a daily basis whenever she was out patrolling the borders with her mentor and a cluster of other thunderclanners, and they always ignored their presence. most were merely walking outside their own border, getting to one destination to the next. the majority of kittypets were out of their gardens to explore the 'wild' and 'savage' woodlands that graced their eyes every day, and it wouldn't surprise sheep if they would run right on back if they were confronted by anyone in the wild, kind or not. sheep could care less at to what they were doing in the forest. if they weren't causing trouble to her or the clan, then they could keep doing whatever in starclan's name they were doing.

unlike whitepaw, the shadowy munchkin was not in the patrol sent out to the border. she was stuck helping out some cranky and terrible elders on whatever they wanted, and she swore that she was going to rip her fur off by the end of the day. thankfully she had falsely promised to bring them more moss for their bedding that they claimed was terrible. she managed to slip away from the clan's opening and, by coincidence, find out that a patrol was heading out. with an inconspicuous look, the apprentice lagged behind to not be caught or hopefully smelled. when whitepaw had stopped and smelled the air, she had gotten nervous at the thought that she would be found and sent back to clan. though she was not the subject of the scent, but rather some other feline she'd never seen before. getting slightly closer, sheeppaw picked up that this was some joiner to the clan. that certainly peaked her interest- enough to drag her away from her silent method and zipped her way to stand next to whitepaw and glare at the taller apprentice. without even introducing herself, she furrowed her invisible eyes and merely snorted, "egretpaw? what kinda name is that supposed to be?" it came out more harsh than she really meant it to be, but really everything dripping with emotions sounded that way. without apologizing for her tone, she merely kept staring at the stranger, green eyes ablaze with curiosity.

sheeppaw raised an invisible eyebrow at her mentor's words. her own choice on what to learn? there were plenty of things that sheep desperately wanted to learn, some of which were practically impossible for anyone to teach or even do. her tongue poked out of her maw a bit to showcase her thinking deeply about it. after a few moments of debriefing with herself, sheeppaw looked up at nightflower and gave a shrug, "i guess i'll go with fighting. i really wanna know how to kick someone's butt when it comes to it," the apprentice briefly paused, looked down at her stout legs, and peered up again with more narrowed and slightly annoyed eyes, "especially with these useless things called legs... now c'mon, i wanna learn how to knock someone out!" not dwelling on anything else anymore, sheeppaw put her head on her much more larger mentor and tried her best to nudge her out, even if it did hurt a bit and it was making her even more impatient.

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — sheeppaw's fur seemed to almost puff up more than usual as she watched lightingpaw put on a face of utter amusement rather than any sort of guilt for what she had done. unlike the joy lightingpaw was gaining from this, sheep was getting more and more angered the more her narrowed mint green eyes kept staring at lighting's mug. starclan, she hissed inwardly as her paws began to twitch, how i want to smash that smug look off her fucking face. the obvious height difference didn't phase her one bit- she hardly even noticed it. she just wanted to punch a rock or kick someone's ass to let go of the rage boiling inside her. the small flick of lighting's pink tongue didn't go unnoticed either. sheep merely just scowled at the movement.

the loud and terrible baby talk caused her ears to be pinned against her furry cranium and her fur became more bigger in both anger and hidden embarrassment. it hadn't been the first time someone had ever done this to her. it had been common for her adoptive mother to coo soft words in the same voice to her when she was just a mere kit, and apprentices within their den always talked to her exactly the same whenever they wanted to denounce her opinion in anything. it'd often end up with sheeppaw exploding and some apprentice covering a scratch within their fur and sheeppaw taken out to be scolded for such a thing. this time it was no different with the towering and typically more intimidating lightingpaw. to sheeppaw, she was nothing more than some prick. "shut up! i'm not a little fucking baby, you shit! i'm almost a warrior, not some little kit to be talked to like that!" she hissed, unconsciously barring her sharp teeth to lightingpaw. she was so focused on looking for some different facial expression that the paw used to pat her head was almost unnoticed- keyword: almost. as she felt the paw touching the thick tuft of fur on her head she snapped. by starclan how she hated it when anyone touched her without her permission. with a loud scream the shorter molly launched herself off the ground with a quick shove and aimed to push lightingpaw down with outstretched arms. she knew it was highly unlikely that she'd push the more sturdy feline down, but she really needed to fucking let go of all of this toxic shit one way or another. if she got into trouble for this, i'd be fucking worth it. "and don't fucking bring up my 'ma, you fuck!"

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — one of her pink paw pads pressed lightly on her aching ebony nose and scowled as it was stained with the crimson liquid. it wasn't weird that sheeppaw would get a nosebleed, stupidly-received or not. what was weird was the fact that the stream of blood was still coming out of her both nostrils. most wouldn't last as long as 10 seconds before stopping, but this one kept going. despite the realization, sheeppaw wasn't too concerned about this. instead, she was more concerned over the methods on how to find that stupid mouse and rip its guts out for making her do that stupid shit. she just hoped nobody else had seen that embarrassing display.

she was clearly wrong on hoping for such a thing.

the laughter coming behind her caused the molly to whip her face to the side and see the small form of whirlkit come out with an amused look. instead of giving him the satisfaction of her being clearly embarrassed over it, all she did was glare green daggers at him, "i got stuck on a root, kid, simple as that. you can't even hunt yet so you shouldn't even talk about it." she sneered. her pissed off look only grew to more anger as the familiar voice of whitepaw popped in to add his own stupid opinion to it all. "oh shut up! the kid probably would let the damn mouse run over him rather than catch it's sorry ass. can't wait to see one of you two mess up as well and see how it feels, bleedin' nose and all... and n-"

her rising voice was cut off by lightingpaw's own interjection. but instead of helping the two boys on their mission to point out her mistake, she instead bit back at them. her head, which had been facing the other two, turned to look at lighting (and give lightpaw a look to not even bother talking against her). much like whitepaw later on, her narrowed and burning eyes would dull down and widen at lighting's choice of words and tone. clear surprise was evident on sheep's face as the molly came closer to her side and continued to berate the boys. sheeppaw was also surprised that at this close proximity lighting didn't even bother to smack her upside the head for the mistake. instead she asked about the plans to kill the mouse's family with a tone sheeppaw knew was just less cross than anything she was used to from her. sheep had even forgotten about the nosebleed, which was still running and matting her fur, "of course i'm still up to committing that, but why in starclan's name do you care? it didn't do shit to you did it?" although her usual tone made the statement seem tense and unwelcoming, there was some sincere curiosity dripping from the words. there was a bundle of emotions swimming within her, and she was awfully conflicted on whether to bite back verbally or express the rare gratitude within her for not bringing up the flop she did again.

with more relaxed (yet threatening still) green eyes, sheeppaw lingered on lightingpaw's eyes for a bit before turning back to whitepaw. once again sheeppaw was surprised that whitepaw actually admitted to it with sincerity laced within it. her tongue faintly clicked in her mouth as her surprise flew away and the old whitepaw came back, "if i bleed out at least i won't have to see your ugly mug anymore." she stated plainly, though this time little anger in the words. even at the mention of her nose she still didn't bother cleaning the mess known as her nose.