Hello Again (Open)

[Frostpaw]

Frostpaw reentered the den cautiously, glancing around to make sure Sprucepaw and Sandpaw were no longer there. Her previous attempts to get to know some cat had been foiled by them and their relationship, and so she was trying again.
In truth, Frostpaw was a little bitter about it. She had had a friendship with Sandpaw, and now Sprucepaw came along and Sandpaw wouldn't even spare a look at her. It was exhausting, to say the least.
Padding over to her nest, Frostpaw flopped down into it, tucking her head into her paws. She hadn't even started training and already she was sad. What was wrong with her and her friendships?

(Sorry for posting another thread, but the first was entered into by Sprucepaw and Sandpaw and I've noticed that I tend to be flooded out of those threads so I'll make another.)

[Webpaw]

First time in the apprentice den and it was already smelling... well rather rank. These were young adolescent cats, ones of which did not care too much for changing bedding and this far from ample changing of the bedding was effecting his utterly strong sense of smell.

In conclusion he was surely going to die from suffocation in the bewitching hours of the night.

Carrying a bundle of moss under his chin he stepped into the den, completely in his own mind he barely noticed another apprentice only mouse-lengths in front of him. Only... he didn't notice her until he had completely tumbled over her.

Landing on his back he sat up again, shaking his head and then craning his neck around his broad shoulders. "My bad."

Notes • xxx

[Frostpaw]

Frostpaw leapt up in surprise as another cat tumbled over her and landed on his back. What in the world? Forgetting her previous misery, she burst into a laugh, though not at the other cat. It just seemed so amazing that the moment she felt sad, some cat would literally tumble over her! Life seemed to be full of coincidences these days.
"Well, that's alright. You've cheered me up, anyhow! Hi, I'm Frostpaw. I'm pretty new here." She meowed happily. Maybe she could have a good relationship with this cat? He looked to be an apprentice too, carrying some moss for nest cleaning. "Do you need help with that?" She stared appraisingly at the large bundle of moss the other apprentice had been carrying. It seemed a little too big for him to work out on his own.

[Webpaw]

This cat was definitely... more upbeat to say the least.

Webpaw kept a more blank expression, his eyes reflecting no emotion whatsoever and his mussel clamped shut until the moment of which he would speak.

The she-cat had offered him help in setting up his bedding... a warm offer towards Webpaw... the former loner who had before this had no friends. It was different... a nice different. But the tom was still himself,  a little irritable apprentice who didn't care much for the company of others.

"Webpaw." He mewed, stating his name in a low-toned voice and continued to picking up the bedding he had dropped. "I mean... help if you want."

Notes • web is such a butt

[Frostpaw]

Frostpaw was slightly put off by the other cat's distinct lack of enthusiasm or expression whatsoever. She had hoped to maybe help him, but it seemed that he didn't particularly match her attitude. Well, it's not like I'm not used to it. I'm sure he'll warm up in time.
Insistent on helping Webpaw and finishing what she had started, Frostpaw gathered up the rest of the dropped bedding and began to move it towards an empty area that could serve as a nest. It was a good spot in the den, at just the right temperature.
"Of course I want to help. I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't." 

[Webpaw]

She was so outgoing, he had basically met his alter ego. Adding a small smirk and snort he bowed down, spreading the moss with his paws. His tail tip flicking as he did so, pale blue gaze focused on his paws.

"Just make sure the outside is a sort of ... crust." He mewed, rounding the edges by mashing them with his fiery orange paws.

"Webpaw... by the way."

Notes • xxx

[Frostpaw]

Frostpaw smiled as Webpaw permitted her to help. In truth, she had been quite worried about what she would do had the other cat told her to mind her own business. She surely couldn't push her ideas onto Webpaw! But there was no need for that internal debate now.
Indeed, all the other cat gave was an instruction as to the building of his nest. Copying his movement on the other side of the nest, she ensured that she followed his instructions to the last detail.
"I know, you told me a few seconds ago." She meowed, slightly teasingly. Most likely the fact that he had told her his name had escaped the other cat in the heat of the moment.

[Webpaw]

The ginger tom nodded, his eyes staying trained on his work. He was very diligent in this, keeping his eyes trained on one thing at a time was a problem of his. Webpaw wasn't the best at multitasking... then again he didn't know his strengths or weaknesses yet. in fact he hadn't even started training.

Now becoming a tad bit curious if the other apprentice had started hers he initiated conversation, "So uh, have you started training yet?" He mewed, looking up from his work for a minute, his bright blue's curious.

Notes • xxx

[Frostpaw]

Frostpaw grinned as Webpaw looked up, showing interest in his companion for what was perhaps the first time in their entire interaction. Deciding to answer honestly, she paused for a brief moment in her work to gather her thoughts. After all, she didn't want to come off as a scatter-brained cat in their first interaction.
"Yes, I have. Ivystem brought me on a nice long trek of the territory and brought me to the borders. What about you?" Truthfully, she was very curious about how other mentors conducted the training. Ivystem was harsh, but caring in her own tough way. She wondered if all mentors were like that with their apprentices.

[Webpaw]

The tom shrugged, continuing to perfect his nest, rear in the air and tail dangling over his mussel. "Silentstep hasn't decided to start training me yet." He mewed, his voice lacking flavor as he spoke in monotone.

He definitely wasn't complex on the outside, but much was he like that of an onion. There were many layers to this Webpaw onion... and it was take a lot to peel each one away.

"But your mentor sounds nice." He added, only looking up once he had finished his work. "I'm going to head down to the river to get a drink."

Notes • sorry for the long reply, school and work are evil creatures of death

[Frostpaw]

Frostpaw titled her head to the side in confusion as Webpaw mentioned his mentor. She had met Silentstep as a kit, and she didn't seem like the type to simply ignore apprentices, or anyone else who needed her help. Then again, maybe she was simply worn out from being a queen. Still, it didn't mean that she had any right to ignore Webpaw's training.
"Well, I really don't think that Silentstep is the type to do that. Maybe she's just busy?" Inwardly, Frostpaw doubted her own words. There wasn't very much to do in Rockclan even on the best of days.
Just then, Webpaw said that he ould be getting a drink at the river. Shifting uncomfortably from paw to paw, Frostpaw stared hard at him, wondering if he wanted her to tag along. Somehow, it seemed weird to simply go back to her nest after all this. Well, best to ask. "So, should I go with you or not?"

(It's alright, you can take all the time you need!)

[Webpaw]

The apprentice stopped for a minute. Seeming to pause to think before  he continued again, only this time managing to give the female a full out answer.

"Sure, company in the middle of the territory is always good."

Continuing on his way he followed a more worn path as soon as he exited the apprentice den, this one he somewhat knew as the way to get to the creek. Although this was his first venture to the place entirely.

Notes • xxx

[Frostpaw]

Frostpaw dipped her head and followed Webpaw, trusting that he knew where they were going. She herself hadn't been out and about the territory that much, and barely even knew where to begin. Yes indeed, company was good, especially if one had no idea where they were going. Trailing after him in a peaceful silence, she wondered what to say next. Frostpaw assumed that Webpaw was a cat of few words, and so she simply chose to keep mum and let him lead the conversation.

(I have no idea what to write.)

[Webpaw]

Luckily enough for the dark ginger tabby and his white acquaintance Webpaw managed to find the water source. Of which when it came into view he quickened his pace and dropped his shoulders until his snout was just above the water's surface. Then he let his pink tongue begin to lap up the liquid, reaching his throat and automatically quenching his thirst.

Once he was finished he sat down on the pebbled bank and looked down into the clear water. His icy blue gaze focused on the shimmering creek.

Notes • brainfart central

[Frostpaw]

Frostpaw heaved a sigh of relief as she heard the sound of rushing water in the distance. It appeared that Webpaw did indeed know where he was going. Good for her, of course She hated getting lost, and it was hard, she knew, to trust others to lead her to the right place. But today, it had paid off.
Mirroring Webpaw's actions, she dipped her muzzle into the clear waters and began to drink, finishing a little later than Webpaw. Seeing him staring at the creek, she sought to break the silence, and get to know him a little better, hopefully.
"So, tell me a little about yourself if you please." It was a simple request, she knew, open-ended to hopefully give him a bit of wriggle room. He could answer with a shallow one about his family and life, which was what Frostpaw expected from a cat like him, or a more in depth one about his hopes, dreams and life story. It was entirely up to him, and Frostpaw would match whatever he told her. It was hard to open up to a cat one had just met, and she understood that fully.