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    Desertpaw ~ WindClan Apprentice

    Aqua blue eyes slowly flickered towards the oak and pine trees that lined the end of the meadow, his nose twitching slightly at the odd scent of WindClan mingling into ThunderClan and ShadowClan, pupils narrowing faintly for a moment as his long tail swayed behind him. He was mildly curious about how different the surroundings were, having trees tower over him and hide the sky from sight, diluting the feel of the rigid wind, even in the colder moons. Ears pricked upright slightly as he could hear faint echoing whispers coming from across the ShadowClan border, the corner of his lips pulled down in a slight frown. For the past three moons he had been hearing voices from sources that could not be seen, while he found it unnerving, his father had assured him that it was simply the voices of StarClan. But he wasn’t so sure, they sounded.. sad and scared. Blue eyes stared into the shadows, slowly roaming through the dark shaded pine tree forest as he tried to find the sources of the whispers but no matter how hard he tried they never made themselves known.

    Mudpaw? Are you there? A soft females voice reached his ears, sounding faintly of a young molly, but old enough. Slowly the grey and sand colored fur along his spine was beginning to stand upright with unease as the same females voice became a shrill scream.  Run! Run Mudpaw! She hollered, causing his nostrils to flare as he took in a deep breath, his claws extending to dig into the mud and grass beneath his paws. He could feel the energy in this particular area, it was sad. Something horrible must’ve happened to these two cats. Blue eyes slowly peeled away from the shadows as he could hear the faint whimpers of a mother’s cry. “I’m sorry..” Desertpaw whispered faintly to no one in particular, they never seemed to acknowledge him. Even though he was getting away from the confinement’s of camp, away from his feuding mother and father, the voices followed. The land of the Clans were tainted and he knew it, carrying sorrow and blood that wouldn’t wash away. Lips pressing together, voices echoed and disappeared as he walked along the edge of the border, rubbing his sandy pelt against the tall grass as he walked. May as well make himself useful.

    #10652
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    FENNELPAW.

    He had given Ravenwatcher the slip. He had given the whole Clan the slip, actually. Now that he was an apprentice, sneaking out of camp was so much easier. No one paid him any mind if he cited going to hunt or train with his mentor, or he just looked like he was on a mission while leaving camp. His siblings would care, he knew, but they were now busy with their own lives. They couldn’t constantly be hovering over him. There was another cat he could think of, that might have cared at one point. But that was before he disappeared into thin air. Fennelpaw didn’t try to let the reality get him down, however. He tried not to let it feel like his parents had ran away from their responsibilities, from their kids. He tried not to wonder if it was something his siblings and him had done, or maybe the Clans’ faults. Maybe it was no one’s fault. Overall though, he just hoped they were happy, wherever they were.

    And to try and remain happy himself, he always hovered around the ThunderClan border, looking for a familiar spotty black pelt. He knew crossclan interaction for no good reason was frowned upon, but it was a good reason to him. Oceanpaw was his friend. She made him happy. Besides, he had spent enough moons as a kit playing sneak away that he was confident they would never get found out.

    Hence him being terribly far away from camp, by where the corner of ThunderClan, ShadowClan, and WindClan territory met, without a warrior. Oceanpaw and him usually met by their boat, but he didn’t want to make a beeline straight there. He wanted to wander along by the river, maybe chance running into her somewhere else, before checking their own special spot. He wanted to see just how long he could stay out of camp, before his presence was missed.

    But a boulder was crashed into his plans when he heard a voice from the WindClan side of the border. “It’s okay?” He piped back, clearly confused. Picking his way out of the thinning pine trees, he nearly came nose to nose with an apprentice from the opposing Clan, standing near the border. “Hey there, buddy. Know the trees look swell, or somethin’ but mind the border, eh?” Fennelpaw cracked a toothy grin, trying to appear nonthreatening in his polite request for the other to back up a bit. He knew he was toeing the border himself, but he didn’t look like he was about to go barreling across it, unlike the other.

    #10660
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    Desertpaw ~ WindClan Apprentice

    Being so deep in thought, he hadn’t realized that there was actually another feline near the ShadowClan border, or did he know that the other cat had heard his small apology towards the weeping spirit that resided within the boundaries of ShadowClan. It wasn’t until he heard a young voice like his own being spoken, sandy ears perking up and his chin turning in the direction of the said voice. Had a spirit really talked back? His heart beat racing momentarily before he noticed that there was a living feline staring at him questioningly and he felt his ears grow out. Someone had heard him speak out loud and the other apprentice apparently thought it was towards him. “Uh?” Desertpaw mumbled for a brief moment, arching an eyebrow in questioning. Not only did this tomcat hear him speak to no one in particular but he was also telling him to step away from the border, while he was also standing mere inches away.

    He tried to bite his tongue, standing his ground for a brief moment before he slowly took a step back, the wheels in his brain churning for a moment to come up with an excuse. “Thought I saw something odd in your woods, there. Didn’t realize I was that close.” Desertpaw decided to say, his tone dry as his aqua blue eyes trailed over Fennelpaw, he was a young apprentice. “You are a bit young to be out by yourself aren’t ya?” He questioned, Fennelpaw knew where the border lay but he also still had some kit fuzz along his spine. Whereas Desertpaw was ten moons old, his kit fuzz completely depleted and replaced with sleek sandy grey fur, not to mention that he was tall. His eyes roamed behind Fennelpaw to see if a mentor would show up to cause trouble but he saw or heard none, his eyes slowly roaming back towards Fennelpaw, the younger Tom appeared friendly which was an odd trait for a ShadowClanner.

    #10680
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    FENNELPAW.

    He watched the lighter colored tom’s paws closely, a brow slowly inching up as Desertpaw stood his ground- before the amber tom smiled and nodded his head once as the WindClanner finally backed off the border. Feeling it only common courtesy he did the same, he took a step back almost right after, as well. Though he knew a proper warrior defended the border at all costs, he didn’t think Ravenwatcher would be happy with him if he returned to camp looking like a fox’s chew toy. Especially since he had snuck out of camp in the first place… Huh, maybe that hadn’t been such a bright idea.

    Fennelpaw could die out here, and no one might ever find out. Maybe they would think he ended up running off, like his parents. That thought made his belly curdle. While he already couldn’t stand the gossip about his parents, he didn’t want his own name being dragged through the mud as well.

    “Our woods can be pretty odd, if you aren’t used to them,” he agreed easily enough, even laughing breezily. What must it look like to a cat of the plains, peering into such a dark place? ThunderClan must look even worse, with its choking amount of undergrowth. He didn’t have time to get lost in pondering, however, as his age was called into question.

    His first instinct was to snap at the WindClanner to mind his own age, that he was an apprentice out of camp alone as well- probably even further from camp than Fennelpaw was. However, mindful of the hesitant peace between them, he merely cracked a tooth smirk. “Obviously not, if I’m standing before you, silly! Age means nothing if you’re stealthy as a shadow,” he whispered conspiratorially, wiggling his eyebrows. If he did manage to return to camp, absence missed, it wasn’t like this WindClan apprentice could tattle on him.

    #10700
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    Desertpaw ~ WindClan Apprentice

    Truthfully he didn’t care if there had been something odd within the woods, he couldn’t see the ghosts and as long as the threat stayed on ShadowClan turf, he couldn’t exactly do anything about it. Unless a cat was in danger, being attacked and he could help, then he would cross the border but this just hadn’t been the case. Of course, he couldn’t just blurt out that he was listening to mournful spirits across the border to this younger apprentice. “I suppose.” Desertpaw shrugged in response, he didn’t much know anything about living within a forest, whether it be pine or oak. The undergrowth was odd too, like it was encaging the cats within, but that was more so ThunderClan land. ShadowClan was easier to look into, hence why he was able to gaze upon Fennelpaw with ease, although it silently bothered him that he hadn’t noticed his appearance. Mentally he scolded himself to push the voices within his mind further back so he could concentrate on his surroundings.

    Eyes narrowed when Fennelpaw offered him a toothy grin, his aqua blue eyes slowly roaming along the younger tomcats face. He was obviously up to no good, his pelt was covered in kit fluff. He was probably around a moon or two into his training, causing Desertpaw to smirk faintly at the response that was given. Clever. He thought silently to himself, slowly lowering his rump to sit upon the ground, not wanting to appear as a threat. “Mhm.” Desertpaw hummed, his pupils narrowing faintly. “Just got to ask, you got kit fluff.” He teased, the tip of his cream and grey mottled tail twitching slightly as he pressed his lips together. “I see. So mister shadows are you out and about to memorize where the borders are located?” Desertpaw asked, he didn’t care what the other tomcat was up to, he wasn’t WindClan and that made Fennelpaw not his problem. But perhaps a small conversation would help block out the constant whispers.

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