TreeClan Camp

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Duspaw glanced around the camp clearing, shuffling his paws in the dirt. He was taken into the clan not so long ago, and he was still nervous. Two of his clanmates already hated him, and Silkpelt was no where in sight. He guessed that he would just need to try and make some friends.

Duskpaw spotted a pretty brown she-cat laying a few fox-lengths away from the Apprentices den, and he decided to go and talk to her. Maybe she wouldn't dislike him like the others. Maybe. Trotting over to her after a moment of hesitation, Duskpaw sat down a tails-length beside her. "Hello.. my name's Wo- Duskpaw. What's your name?" he asked shyly. He didn't kow wether he could trust these cats yet, but he had no choice.

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Mosspaw flicked her ear. Someone was either stupid enough to disturb her... or just brave enough. Or both. Her eyes flickered open and she turned to look. This cat was newer to the Clan than she was; also coming from outside the Clan. Or so she heard. She actually didn't pay much attention to things unless they affected or interested her, and this tom had not been one of the things that interested her. He definitely hadn't been here when she joined, though.

Twitching her whiskers, she studied the gray tom for a moment before deciding he looked rather week. Flicking her ears back, the brown tabby said rudely, "Sorry if you didn't notice, but I'm trying to relax." Figuring that would get rid of him -- unless he decided to relax with her or something irritating like that -- she looked back in the general direction she had been looking before and half-closed her eyes again, drifting back into her little world.

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ooc; I hope you don't mind if I post in small text. It makes me look fancy. :3

Duskpaw lay his ears back in hurt and glared down at the snarky she-cat. "Sorry if you didn't notice," he retorted in the same annoying voice as hers. "but I was only trying to get to know you." he meowed stubbornly. Frustration and hurt showed in his silver eyes.

I guess no one will talk to me. he sighed to himself as he turned and walked away from Mosspaw. He sat down beside the fresh-kill pile and stared down at it blankly. Finally, he dragged out a small vole and began to eat it, even though he wasn't that hungry.

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ooc;; I don't mind at all. x3

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Huh.

That was one of the more interesting experiences of her lifetime, Mosspaw thought, staring after Duskpaw as he walked away. There was something about him... maybe it was the fact that they had a similar heritage of rogues, or maybe it was the way he spoke back at her. Most cats would just snort and walk away, or look hurt or something like that. Sometimes they retorted back, but not like that.

Twitching her whiskers, the she-cat climbed to her feet and reached out, stretching. Her shoulder hurt a bit too, she realized, but decided not to go the medicine cat about it. It didn't bother her all that much. She studied Duskpaw a moment before padding over to him. Maybe it wouldn't be all that bad to have a friend or two, as long as cats didn't start thinking she was friendly.

He was munching away on a vole, which released a sweet smell that caused her stomach to flip over. She hadn't eaten much yet today. She stood behind him a moment, weighing options. Last chance to change her mind... but her mind was set.

"I'm Mosspaw," she said.

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ooc;; I'm lost for words right not..


Duskpaw was half-heartedly eating his vole, when a familiar voice sounded behind her. He lay the vole onto the ground and turned only his head around. He was certainly not going to apoligize to Mosspaw about what he said earlier, because her words were more rude than his. "I'm Duskpaw." he repeated.


ooc;; I hope he's not being too.. Duskpaw for ya'. :3

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ooc;; I think he's funny
Mosspaw thinks he's annoying right now, though, but I won't let her say what she really wants to say. That wouldn't be nice. :C

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"Lovely," Mosspaw said, padding over to the fresh-kill pile and looking for a vole for herself. Unfortunately her favorite food was nowhere to be found so she took the next best -- a fat bluebird. There were a lot of fat creatures right now, so she just took the one that looked the most tasty. She sat down across from Duskpaw and faced him -- not without realizing they were fairly close the fresh-kill pile and might be in the way of others, but that didn't matter too much to the brown tabby.

Mosspaw wasn't one for conversation, so if he wanted to talk, he could start talking and maybe she'd answer. If she liked him enough to give him an answer.

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Duskpaw felt a bit awkward sitting across from Mosspaw like that, and he didn't know what to say. "..." He tried to find something, anything to say to start a conversation. Suddenly, a quesiton came to his mind. It was one that he'd wanted to ask ever since he joined the clan.

"What's it like.. to be clanborn?" he asked, a hint of wonder in his voice.

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Mosspaw flicked her ears. It was more obvious to her that he didn't have a shred of information about her, though granted, she didn't know anything about him either. Thinking for a moment, she tried to figure out what to say. She wasn't about to lie. You could call Mosspaw a lot of things -- grumpy, frustrating to be around, rude, maybe even evil -- but one of the things could certainly not call her was a liar. Except in times of desperate need for lies.

This, of course, was not one of those times, so she told him the truth. If Mosspaw had been a nicer cat, she might have felt bad, but Mosspaw was not a nice cat and so no pity or sympathy held her captive.

"I'm not Clanborn," she told him easily. "You'd have to ask another apprentice for that piece of information."

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Duskpaw perked his ears at Mosspaw's comment. "Y-you're not.. clanborn?" he repeated, looking up at her. For him, this was big news. This meant that he wasn't the only one with rogue blood in the clan. He thought about pushing for more information, but decided to keep himself quiet. Duskpaw twitched his tail-tip and stood to his paws. "Uh.. it was nice meeting you." he meowed lamely, before turning and trotted towards the Apprentices den.

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Well that was one of the more interesting experiences of her life. Besides getting a compliment out of Shadowclaw, anyway. Finishing her bird, Mosspaw stood and looked around camp, feeling useless and not having anything to do. But her paw and shoulder still hurt, so she figured she ought to go and get some rest. Padding to the shaded area she had been in before, Mosspaw curled up and closed her eyes. One of the nice things about being part of a Clan was that you could curl up at the edge of camp and you wouldn't have to worry about anyone jumping out and killing you.

Probably, anyways.