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    Breezepaw ~ WindClan Apprentice

    Pink nostrils flared slightly as the young tomcat breathed in the scent of the new autumn air, it was still early in the season for the leaves to change color and it was still moderately hot with a cool breeze here and there but he knew Leaf-Fall was on the way. Shaking out his dark grey and white patched pelt, the tall but lanky tomcat was feeling restless, the energy at camp was almost lethal with the pent up agitation that Wolfstar was emitting, putting everyone on edge. Rumors spread like wildfire throughout the clan that Wolfstar was contemplating on taking a large patrol and heading into the mountains, further into the wilderness, to break away from the four other Clans. It was risky, and many felines did not share this vision of Wolfstar’s but they stayed silent in fear of retaliation. Grass green eyes narrowed slightly for a moment as the young tom slipped away from the side of camp, his eyes momentarily landing upon his mother’s gold and white speckled pelt. She was literally about to pop, her stomach was round with the life of his younger siblings, little ones that he was anxious to meet and watch grow. He knew his mother wouldn’t be venturing out with the expedition patrol, she was just so close to term that she could practically give birth at any moment. In fact it was surprising at all that Wolfstar would be leaving, his father had been attached to his mother’s hip when he wasn’t leading patrols and attacks.

    Feeling suddenly jittery within his heart, his eyes scanned the rest of the camp layout in search for a similar rose gold and white faded pelt, that of his sister and Littermate, Heatherpaw. She was a tender soul with a foul mouth, but he knew that perhaps she would understand the worry that was prickling at his chest. There was something very odd about Wolfstar’s behavior and no one had been able to explain it to him, not even his mother or mentor. Wolfstar was going insane. However, on the way towards the apprentice den, a familiar black and ginger pelt spotted pelt caught his attention, immediately causing him to change course as he walked towards Nectarpaw. “Hey, Nectarpaw.” He greeted his friend, shifting slightly to where he was now standing beside her just to her left, his claws lightly prickling at the ground beneath him for a moment as he slowly chewed on the inside of his lip. “Would it be okay if we could go on a walk so I can vent…?” He muttered shyly in her ear, his green eyes troubled as he looked down at the she-cat.

    #8354
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    Soft hums filled the air around Nectarpaw, making sure to keep them quiet so as to not bother any of the other clan members. Nectarpaw still didnt feel like she belonged in Windclan, but thanks to Breezepaw she finally felt comfortable enough to open trot through the camp, trying her best to ignore any more staggering eyes that still felt the need to judge her. Though recently she hasnt had alot of time to worry about what the others thought of her, she had more important things taking up her brain cells. Wolfstar. Her mentor and leader had been acting rather odd during the recent times, it was greatly concerning to her. The rumors of his descent to madness echoed throughout the shadows of camp, many warriors quietly voicing their concerns, it left a bad taste in her mouth. 

    Lost deep in her mind, Nectarpaw hadnt sense the presence of another walk up to her, only noticing her new company when he spoke to her, “Oh hey Loser.” She teased, her shoulder touching his briefly, noticing the heat in her paws she subtly moved to where they wouldnt bump into each other. Her breathing hitching slightly, feeling his warm breath in her ear when he leaned down towards her Too close Breezepaw! Too close. Feeling heat rising from her toes all the way up to her ears, “Oh umm y-yea of course Breezepaw” Quickly turning away from the handsome tom cat, relaxing her shoulders now that she was facing away from him. Since when did the tom have such an effect on her? They have been close since their first hunt together and been around each other ever since then so yes now? Shaking the thoughts from her head, she looked back towards the apprentice, her expression clearly voicing her concern for the tom. Something was definitely wrong with him.

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    Breezepaw ~ WindClan Apprentice

    He felt a bit awkward with confiding his thoughts to Nectarpaw but she was a close friend and it shouldn’t be too strange right? She had a door way in that he didn’t have, she was the apprentice to Wolfstar. She would know how odd Wolfstar was behaving.. right? Dark grey lips lifted faintly as he gave her a soft but relieved smile as she assured him that they could talk. Nodding slowly as he lightly bumped his muzzle against her slim shoulder blade. “Thanks. Come on, it’s a bit cramped here.” He muttered softly as he looked around the camp; his bright green eyes narrowed slightly before he cleared his throat and straightened out his posture. Standing straight up, his tall and lean form defined for a young male as he gave his best friend a small smile before he moved towards the exit of camp, dipping his head to a few young warriors that took notice of him, but none dared to question the son of Wolfstar. Not many did now a days.

    Breezepaw was unsure of how he was going to speak his mind to Nectarpaw, brows furrowed over his green eyes but he turned his chin regardless and looked towards Nectarpaw to see that the she-cat had followed him. “The rumors about my father are getting worse and worse.” Breezepaw finally muttered, his eyes falling towards the ground as he watched his grey and white paws step upon the ground. “How’s he doing..? I tried to talk to him this morning and… he didn’t want to talk to me.” He admitted, his father hadn’t seemed to be in his right state of mind this morning and even called him by a different name but Breezepaw brushed that off. Maybe it was just this life? Slowly he lifted his gaze as he turned his chin to gaze at Nectarpaw, his long tail twitching with anxiety.

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