Finally Happening (p)

[Brackenpaw]

Marshpaw I'm so sorry for not making this sooner!

It was around mid day when Brackenpaw was getting back from training with Silvercloud. He had guessed, by using a wonderful tool called common sense and just plain obvious observations, that Marshpaw hadn't had training that day. He had never met Marshpaw yet, though they did share the same mentor and he had heard his name called at the ceremony. It was amazing they had never met. Ah well maybe one day it would happen. 

Brackenpaw had placed three voles in the fresh kill pile and picked a mouse for himself. He walked over to a small flat rock and settled down. He took a few bites out of the mouse and looked around. It seemed like a pretty normal day. Maybe today would be the day he met someone new. Who knows.

[Marshpaw]

[ It's fine, I was actually a little busy over the weekend, so it is probably good this was made yesterday. xD ]

It was true, today Marshpaw had received no training, causing him to lounge around camp with nothing really to do. Sharing a mentor made it very difficult for Marshpaw to avoid days of utter boredom and laziness. The apprentice found that he always had energy to spare on these days, but only on rare occasions could he find some kits to entertain or some tasks he could do behind the safe walls of camp. On this particular day, Marshpaw had decided to lay in the apprentice den, and think about some of the games he could play by himself. Unfortunately, there was no avail despite his creative thoughts. This had made it so the apprentice had been laying in the den all day. Marshpaw's yellow eyes glanced at the apprentices' den exit, seeing that it was about time he got himself something to eat. A sigh escaped his throat as he stood to his paws, taking a few moments to stretch before trotting out of the den. He glanced at the fresh-kill pile, and quickly made his way over, feeling bad that he hadn't been able to go out and hunt due to his mentor's business and lack of available warriors. His eyes glanced over the pile, until he spotted a scrawny mouse, of which he decided to take for himself.

Marshpaw wasn't too hungry, and the last thing he wanted to do was take something big for himself. It would only make him feel worst about not going out to hunt. He turned away from the pile, the scrawny mouse held in his jaws, and glanced for a spot to sit. His eyes rested on a darkly colored tom, who he recognized to be Brackenpaw, one of Silvercloud's other apprentices. Marshpaw had only seen him at the ceremony, which made him curious about the apprentice he hadn't met. With that, Marshpaw walked over to the flat rock where Brackenpaw ate his own mouse. He stopped in front of the rock, placing his food on the ground for a second. "Hey, you're Brackenpaw, right? Anyways, would you like to eat together?" Marshpaw asked, trying to make sure he had the right cat. The last thing the black and white apprentice wanted was to get the cat before him mixed up with someone else, since it would be rather embarrassing.

[Brackenpaw]

Brackenpaw didn't know what to think when he saw Marshpaw walk out of the den. He continued to eat his mouse. He had spent his fair share of days laying around feeling useless while Silvercould had Marshpaw out training. It was probably the same for both of them. Then again he had never officially met the other apprentice. He had only briefly seen him at the ceremony, just able to catch his name, and well, the fact that they had the same mentor. 

His blue eyes shined a little brighter as he had decided to bring his prey over to Bracken and converse with him. Yay! He was going to meet his training competition. Yes, that's my name. And You must be Marshpaw. Mewed the tom with a dip of his head. Why of course. I am almost done with my mouse, but I think that it would be nice to have a little company. 

[Marshpaw]

Marshpaw was relieved to hear that he was correct about who the cat was, mostly because he avoided embarrassment. A small grin crept on the tuxedo tom's face as Brackenpaw said it was alright if Marshpaw ate with him. Having a talk with the cat who shared his mentor would hopefully satisfy his curiosity. Marshpaw lowered his head, picking his mouse back up into his jaws. He took a few steps to hi left, settling himself down beside the rock that Brackenpaw was on. Marshpaw glanced at the dark colored tom. "So, did you have training today?" Marshpaw asked, mostly out of curiosity. He wasn't sure if it was Viperpaw's turn for training or not, so Marshpaw decided it would be best to just ask up front. His yellow eyes looked at his scrawny mouse, his mouth watering as he realized how hungry he was. With that, he placed a paw on the mouse and took a bite out of it, letting the delicious taste fill his mouth. His black ears remained pricked, making sure to pick up the answer to his question. Marshpaw's tail tip moved slightly, which wasn't as notable a sway as usual.