Post by Redpaw on Mar 3, 2017 2:01:59 GMT -6
Redpaw glared at the camp entrance, pacing back and forth. He hated to admit it, but there was just the slightest possibility that he shouldn't leave camp on his own. Being an apprentice, paired with the fact that there was heightened chance of running into trespassers, made the territory dangerous for any cat on there own--even that cat happened to be a devilishly handsome, unstoppable force of justice feared by all evildoers, as Redpaw believed himself to be. The tom groaned, stopping his pacing and letting the front half of his body fall limply onto the floor of the camp. Groaning louder, Redpaw began to walk forward, pushing his head and shoulders along the floor of the IceClan camp, picking up snow and dirt as he did so. Movement caught in the corner of his eye. Immediately he jumped up, shaking out his pelt and running up to the first cat he had seen that day; Duskrise . "Hey there, hot stuff," Redpaw greeted with a cheeky wink, "camp's boring, right? Filled with nothing but the despair of those who know not the splendiferous pleasure of having a life's purpose," the dark furred apprentice spoke quickly, eager to get to the point of as to why he approached the warrior, "but that, of course, is besides the point. What I really want to know it whether or not you'd be willing to go on a little adventure? With me, of course!"
