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[Minnowfin]

minnowfin twitched her pink nose, looking around the camp with slightly confused, hazel eyes. everyone around was just doing... normal clan things, and the young, ginger she-cat didn't have any idea how it worked. having been a loner for so long, she was used to being alone, so the sociable life of a clan-cat was still foreign to her.

shrugging to herself and letting out a small 'hum', minnowfin lifted herself to her webbed paws and made her way over to the nearest clanmate, offering them a smile and settling down next to them, "hello, there."

[Mousepaw]

I wasn't a very social person -- I wasn't antisocial, no, it was more that most of my classmates found me odd and I would rather not deal with that all of the time. I didn't really mind, but I was easily entertained and had no issue finding other things to do. Besides, sharing prey and other 'traditional' activities that apprentices did while socializing didn't really appeal to me. Boring.     So instead, I watched a beetle scuttle through the grass with a sense of mild interest. It was having some difficulty making its way through the blades of grass. With a soft smile, I pushed them down in order to help him through. "There you go, little guy," I said in a hushed voice.      Before I could make sure he got to safety, a voice interrupted me and another cat settled down not far away. I blinked, contemplating if she was speaking to me or not -- I suppose it was rather obvious, but how could I know? I smiled. "Hello," I responded, my voice smooth. I broke eye contact for a moment to search for my beetle friend, but failed, and turned back towards the brightly colored female. (hope you don't mind me posting here :3) ● ● ●

[Minnowfin]

-i thought i replied to this imsosorry-

minnowfin smiled and raised her brow when the other cat began looking around for something, "what'cha looking for?" she asked, voice lifting as she questioned, wanting to try and help him find whatever it was. "was it that little thing you were talking to?" she asked again, looking over at the floor to where mousepaw had flattened the grass and trying to find what she presumed was a beetle.

"do you talk to beetles all the time? isn't that kinda strange?" the bright ginger tabby asked before silencing herself, not wanting to accidentally scare the younger cat off by asking too many questions- she knew she could be rather talkative at times.

-mouse kinda reminds me of my fc charrie, seed-