test the limits and break T H R O U G H ~ open to one

[Fallenleaf]

[open to one only]

fallenpaw stirred in her nest, waking from her far from nightmarish dreams. she blinked open her amber eyes, which glowed when the sun's rays alit on them, making them appear molten. she grumbled, rolling over in her mossy nest, but the sun stayed, dancing on her face.

with a huff the gray-and-tabby she-cat bolted upright with a sigh. she stood up and stretched each of her striped legs in turn, then finished by arching her solid light gray back and opening her striped muzzle in a yawn. she sat down again and began to groom her messy fur, glancing around for someone to talk to as she did so.

much to her disappointment, the den seemed almost empty. i bet everyone is out training, she thought, frowning. where was blazestripe when she was bored? even though she wasn't much of the friend-making type, she seemed to make friends everywhere she turned. with a shrug, fallenpaw leaned back against the den wall, surveying the den again, until she was certain there was nothing to do. get a bite to eat?

fallenpaw nodded and stood once again, padding out into the cool breeze and warm sun, though the air was still crisp. i can smell new-leaf on the wind...i wonder what it's like, she thought, fantasizing as she padded towards the fresh-kill pile. she settled down in the shade under a leaning tree, tucking her paws under her chest as she took a neat bite from her sparrow.

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Treepaw had recently been given her ceremony. Why aren't I excited? She thought. Treepaw seemed to have no friends, and when she thought she had made some, they either did their own thing, stopped talking to her, or vanished altogether.  Do I even have any friends? I guess you could count Harshpaw, or Jetpaw... She thought harder until her mind started to hurt. Wait, what am I doing?  Treepaw thought, realizing she was just staring at a tree a few tail-lengths away. She shook her head. Maybe a nice piece of prey will cheer me up.

Treepaw padded to the fresh-kill pile, glad to see it starting to get a bit fuller. She chose a skinny squirrel from the top and before she knew it, it was gone. Her belly continued to rumble. I didn't realize I was this hungry. Treepaw sighed and stood up. She thought that becoming an apprentice would make things seem less boring, which turned out to be false. Even though she had just had her ceremony, Treepaw was jealous that the other apprentices were already training. She scanned the clearing for her mentor.

She kept looking, but ended up with no luck. The tabby she-cat decided that maybe if she walked around the camp, something to do might pop into her mind. She was about to leave the pile until she noticed a movement at the corner of her vision. She turned around and faced a cat, older than her, but still an apprentice, by the looks of it. She padded over and dipped her head. "Hello. I believe we haven't met. My name is Treepaw." She meowed. This had become a regular thing to say for Treepaw, since she was always desperate to make friends. There was a tiny seed of doubt in her heart that this cat wouldn't like her. But she stood her ground and waited for the cat to respond.