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[Stripedpaw]

Wow. Stripedpaw looked around the apprentice's den, seeing so many unfamiliar faces. It was weird! They all looked young, which was okay, because Stripes himself was young. Maybe they acted young..? Hmm.. All day, he had seen and overheard many immature things. What was this 'party rocking' that some spoke of, and why wasn't he part of it?

He felt excluded, perhaps? No... He had always been quite popular, but he just hadn't clicked with these new apprentices. Maybe now would be a good time to start.

He looked around the den, his blue eyes questioning, but not yet nervous. He wanted to sigh, but felt that it would sound a bit pathetic. So, he just rolled those big, beautiful blue eyes of his, and continued to scout the den for apprentices.

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Her first time into the Apprentice den, her first step into the next phase of her life. In truth, Marshpaw had figured it would feel a little more special, as she crossed the threshold. But no, sadly there were no fireworks or mass background explosions as she welcomed herself into her new den. Not that she was upset or anything. Marshpaw had found that keeping deceptively low standards of everyone and everything made her quite a hard cat to disappoint.

There were cats talking here and there, each belonging to their own little group and having a blast. The apprentice den wasn't packed, speaking of Rockclan's low numbers, but they were there. Of course it would be impetuous of her to just walk right on up and ask for a seat; and that wasn't her style anyway. But she needed someone to talk to, greet her, show her the ropes, anything would have been nice at this point. So the grey and brown she-cat settled for the blindingly white tom in the center of the den, looking about as lost as she.

Then again, two lost cats didn't make a found one, perhaps she was probably better of leaving him alone to sort out his own problems. Too late, her white paws were already moving over, light green eyes holding a curious sparkle. "You're looking a little lost, you ok there fluffy?"
Not like she could talk or anything.

[Reeddd <3 -pet- ]

[Stripedpaw]

The striped Tom turned his head in surprise as a she-cat approached him. How did he not hear her? Hmm..

He tilted his head, and looked her over. She looked normal. Okay, he could try this. Wait. What did she call him? Fluffy? Ummm....

"Umm, yeah," he me owed, stifling a soft laugh, "I'm just... A little out of sorts I guess. I can't seem to find my friends."

This car seemed a little bit younger than himself, but that was alright. A friend was a friend, and he didn't want to pass up on any opportunities. He remembered his first time into the den, it was pretty unceremonious. He had expected more, but it was lacking. No sparks, fireworks, or champagne. Just a 'Heres your mentor, don't get lost.'

"You look... Anxious..? You must be new."

He flashed her a small smile, encouraging her to talk.

[D'aww, I was missed. <3 Trick!]

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This car seemed a little bit younger than himself,

^It's official. Marshpaw is a car xD

She made a show of looking around the den, eyes wide as if to take everything in. "It's a pretty small den. If you can't see them, chances are they're not here. It's not like there are many of us." She pointed out logically, flicking her tail across the ground as she grinned up at the taller tom. He seemed to be trying to hide his amusement. Was that because he found her in herself amusing, or the use of the nickname? Eh, it didn't matter.

Her face was blanketed in surprise for a moment, before she ruefully shrugged. "Was it that obvious?" She purred, a sheepish smile flitting quickly across her face. It was followed by a nod of acceptance. "Yes, I'm Marshpaw. I just had my ceremony this morning."

Her eyes narrowed in keen interest and she leaned in a bit. "So who are you? Or shall I keep referring to you as just 'Fluffy'?"

[Of course you were missed! -fryingpanhug-]

[Stripedpaw]

[Autocorrect is satan's spawn. ]

A mrrow of amusement escaped the tom's throat, and he chuckled softly.

"My name is Stripedpaw... Feel free to call me Fluffy if you must," he mowed, making a small joke.

His blue eyes glinted, maybe he wasn't bad at this whole friend-making thing.

"So, Marshpaw, who would your mentor be?" He asked, trying to make small talk. H flashed yet another smile, and looked down at her, waiting for a response.

Speaking of mentors, who was his? He couldn't remember... It didn't seem like he had trained at all. He hoped she didn't ask about his mentor, because he would probably blurt out a stupid response.

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[xD]

An amused smile flickered across her face as he finally introduced himself. She dipped her head in a proper, polite greeting, now that she knew who he was. "Well, it's a pleasure, Stripedpaw."

Her expression shifted to a half grimace, and half laugh at his question. The answer both troubled and amused her to no bounds. "Stormhowler, King of the Grumps." She admitted with a purr, green eyes keenly examining the larger male. "How about you?"

[Stripedpaw]

Stripedpaw widened his eyes when she told him her mentor. Stormhowler! Well, his brother would definitely be a difficult teacher.

"You're telling me! That furball has been that way since kithood, back when we shared a nest. He's my brother. Good luck!" he laughed softly, and then looked down at his paws.

"Last I knew, my mentor was Cloudwing... But I haven't been trained at all."

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Marshpaw purred in amused acknowledgment, her eyes becoming narrowed in curiosity as she watched Stripedpaw in a new light. Now that she thought about it, white cats were vary rarely born naturally into Rockclan. She didn't actually know any.

"You're Stormhowler's brother? Well, I guess that means you're not from here, any more than he is, right?" She questioned softly, trying to show that she meant no ill will by the statement, it was just something she wanted to know. Perhaps she'd be able to find out more about Stormhowler as well.

[Stripedpaw]

"Umm..."

He didn't really know how to answer, he didn't really like talking about his family tree. MIT confused him. A lot. I wasn't that his family wasa touchy subject, he just didn't know very much.

It seemed so weird to him that his brother was already a warrior! He sighed, thinking that he should be out there, training and hunting, but noo, he was stuck in camp.

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Marshpaw sensed his discomfort and shrugged in embarrassment. "Sorry, it's not my place to pry." She purred apologetically, reaching out with a white paw to push Stripedpaw's shoulder gently.

"How's training been going, then? Haven't you done any training?"
The tom was older than her, even Stormhowler had obliged her with one session. It wasn't fair on Stripedpaw to be left behind.

[Stripedpaw]

He just smiled softly, and looked down at his shoulder. Training? Nope. Cloudwing had done a pretty fair job of doing absolutely nothing with him. It sucked.

"Nope. None at all!" he laughed softly, giving her an annoyed glance.

Of course, he wasn't annoyed with her, over the last few minutes he had grown to like her, in a friendly kind of way. He was annoyed with his suckish mentor. He simply shrugged, and laughed again.