the cat with style [ open ]

[mist46]

[Please be semi-lite or lite for once if you're like, a one-liner person. Sorry if this offends anyone]

Mistypaw was lounging across the apprentices' den threshold, lazily flicking her tail to and fro happily. A small yawn stretched across her maw, and she smiled slightly to herself. Life was....good. Well, except for the fact that a kit had been taken from TreeClan and was being held hostage by FireClan. Sadness pierced her, since her mentor was Littlepool, who had been the mother of the kit.

Then anger surged through her paws, left eye twitching madly, Mistypaw stalked out of the apprentices' den and headed toward the prey pile, looking for something to eat. However, there was also a fire, but everything was doing well. They were still rebuilding, and every cat was going great. Especially with the abundance of kits.

[nightstreak]

Nightpaw padded out of the apprentices den and into the morning light, seeing an apprentice she had never noticed before. Being an apprentice for so long she wasnt really shy anymore. Only really around Jaypaw, "Hello," she mewed to the light brown tabby like cat, "I'm Nightpaw, are you new?" (sorry what does lite mean?)

Nightpaw flicked her tail a back and fourth as she waited for the she cats reply, her blue eyes looking the apprentice over to spot her strengths and weaknesses, which would be a good thing to know if she would turn into a cat who would betray the clan. But that never happens so she ignored the thought.