Quick Minded. [harmonypaw/private]

[Marshpaw]

[ Cedarkit is the only person invited here 'cause she asked for a thread. ]

A gust of wind tugged at the black and white fur of young Marshpaw. Clouds had covered the sun long before sun-high, making it very cold out. The young tom had returned from training not too long ago, making him well aware of the cold weather. The tuxedo tom shivered, finding the weather cold despite his medium length fur. "Never thought I would wish for longer fur." Marshpaw sighed and made his way towards the fresh kill pile. Even though the young apprentice couldn't see the sun, he could guess from his hungry tummy that it was time to eat. His paws tromped across the grass, each of his steps heavy due to a day of exhausting training. Once he was at the edge of the pile, his eyes scanned for the piece of fresh-kill he would claim for his supper.

The apprentice's yellow eyes latched onto an average sized squirrel that made his mouth water. Marshpaw's tongue licked around his lips at the very thought of biting into the delicious piece of fresh-kill. Quickly, the young apprentice snatched up the squirrel in his jaws, a smile upon his face all the while. With a happy look on his face, Marshpaw trotted towards a small bush near the edge of camp. With a quick scan, Marshpaw settled down, pleased to find a comfy spot that lacked thorns, sticks or any other objects that could make a cat uncomfortable. Slowly, Marshpaw placed the squirrel at his paws, crossing his right paw over his left and bringing his tail close. Another gust of wind blew across the camp, tugging his fur and making him cold, but he ignored it. Rather then focusing on how cold he was, Marshpaw took a bit of his delectable squirrel and smiled at the taste.

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Harmony had been excused from training on this cold day, having been offered to stay in her den and around camp instead. However, never enjoying being cooped up, the young apprentice had headed out into the raging winds for a spot of hunting. Knowing most woodland creatures such as birds and squirrels wouldn't brave the chill, and so she'd have had no luck there. So the tortoiseshell had opted to hunt by the river, maybe a spot of fishing. Now the apprentice trotted through the camp entrance, thick medium length fur fluffed up against the biting leaf-bare hill. With tail lowered and ears pinned against the winds, the she-cat drops her load onto the fresh kill pile. Her mouth waters at the delicious warmth and scent of the prey. She could still hear the small beating heart of her prey within her ears as she picked out a plump vole she'd caught. The young on decided she would deliver prey to the elders and queens later.

Pricking her ears, Harmony scanned the clearing for somewhere warm and sheltered to eat. The area where other apprentices gathered to eat and share tongues had little shelter from the weather, and so was not ideal in conditions such as these. With a wondering sapphire blue gaze, she caught sight of an older apprentice huddled under a bush with a squirrel. Grasping the vole in her jaws, she trotted gracefully over to the Tom and dropped it at her paws in order to speak. "Mind if I join you?" she questioned sweetly, voice soft and a kind smile lighting her features as she peered down at him. If he refused, she would merely find somewhere else. It was of no concern to her where she ate, it was just that a little company couldn't hurt now and then.
(This was probably terrible. Your post was great though. I do apologise for lateness, I usually try for the next day, but I haven't been on for the weekend due to lack of Internet etc)

[Marshpaw]

[ Heh, don't worry about it. Besides, I couldn't reply anyways cause we were having internet issues, so no worries, I didn't really have to wait. ]

The bush provided a decent amount of shelter from the strong leaf-bare winds that buffeted the land. This in turn, made Marshpaw feel plenty comfortable underneath their shielding leaves. The tom smiled, pleased about the sanction of sorts he had found in the bush. That pleased smile remained on his face as he took a bite of the delicious squirrel he had picked out from the fresh-kill pile. He munched the bite he had taken, letting the delectable taste fill his mouth and the pleasant smell fill his nostrils. Every now and again, a large gust of wind would batter down on the bush, leaving the tom a little cold. His "shield" wasn't the best, but it was good enough for Marshpaw. After enjoying the amazing taste of his first bite, his ears just managed to pick up the nearly inaudible sound of paws-steps drawing near. Marshpaw's gaze drifted upwards, and found a she-cat standing before him, a vole at her feet. Based on her size, Marshpaw could guess that she was an apprentice, and a bit younger then him as well. His ears pricked up as she asked if she could join him.

A grin appeared on Marshpaw's face. "Feel free! Besides, the bush is decent cover, and it would be great to have some company." Marshpaw meowed gleefully. Being talkative, Marshpaw easily enjoyed the company of others, especially if they wished to talk as well. The tuxedo tom paused, realizing that he had yet to introduce himself to the she-cat. "Oh, and I am Marshpaw," he added quickly. Afterwards, Marshpaw took a large bite of his squirrel, giving the she-cat some time to state her own name.

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The she-cat's ears pricked and she waited with great patience for the Tom to speak. The smell of both prey pieces wafted to her nostrils and she almost decided to settle down anyway in order to eat her meal, but she knew she could wait, she had a strong will. And so when the black and white cat did speak, she smiled gracefully at him, holding her tail still as she caught his words with gently tapered ears. Her smile widened as her agreed to let her join him, she sensed he quite liked the idea of company, and she was glad of this.

Picking up the water vole, she shuffled under the bush and settled beside the Tom, taking a bite out of the luscious meat and save ring the taste. The young tortoiseshell was about to reach and take another bite when the other spoke. Marshpaw. "It's nice to meet you Marshpaw, I'm Harmonypaw" she purred gently, glancing curiously at the Tom with piercing blue eyes. Her whiskers twitch and she scans him with her gaze, wondering why exactly the older cat might have been called such a thing. Not that she viewed it as a bad name, just something that sparked her interest. She was just puzzling over her thoughts when a large gust of wind roared through the clearing, buffeting their shelter furiously. Harmony just closes her eyes against the wind and allows it to breeze over her still body. The minute it passed she leant down to take another bite.
(Lazy. Very little dialogue. Sorry)

[Marshpaw]

[ Its fine. : ) ]

Marshpaw continued chewing his bite of squirrel while the she-cat settled down beside him. Before she had laid down, the she-cat had flashed him a graceful smile. Seeing it as thanks, Marshpaw simply smiled back the best he could with a mouth full of food. With pricked ears, Marshpaw's ears caught the name of the she-cat who currently accompanied him. "Nice to meet you as well, Harmonypaw." Marshpaw meowed, his smile remaining on his face all the while. The tuxedo tom then became curious about the she-cat, wondering who her mentor was and even how long she had been training for. Marshpaw did look a little smaller then average after all, which would make some cats presume he was younger cat. A silent pause filled the air as the wind drifted by once more to remind Marshpaw of the cold weather. Once it had passed, Marshpaw decided it was time to continue this conversation. "So, who's your mentor? Mine is Silvercloud." Marshpaw asked, adding his own answer before hand. The tip of his tail wavered with anticipation to the answer. Marshpaw took another bite of squirrel, trying his best to eat his supper before it got too cold.

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Harmony's eyes twinkled happily. She hadn't spoken to many cats other that Cinnamonpaw. Come to think of in, she hadn't seen the bob tailed Tom in a long while. This upset the she-cat slightly, but being so optimistic she merely assumed he was busy. Afterall, most cats had warrior mentor's, so their training was never delayed. Harmony's, however, was the brisk yet wise medicine cat. And so she understood why her training sessions were short and very few. Healing cats must take a lot of time and patience for a cat, and an apprentice that wasn't training in the healing arts mustn't be of much help in such a schedule. Not that she disliked the idea of training as a healer. In fact she wished being the tabby's apprentice could mean she was training to be a medicine cat. But a warriors life was what she was living, and she had no problem with that at all.

Realising the Tom had spoken, the tortoiseshell swallowed her last mouthful and turned her head to him, ears pricked. "My mentor is Addervenom. Though being a medicine cat makes him awfully busy so training is slow. It would probably be better for him if he were to be training me in healing rather than fighting and hunting." She smiled gently, her whole body seeming to pause for a moment, other than her whiskers twitching thoughtfully. Her gaze wondered to the sky, and then around the camp. Her ears pricked and she glanced curiously up once more. Strange...Something's different... As she glanced at the other cat, she then realised something. She wasn't shivering. Neither were the leaves. And then she realised what it was. "I believe the wind has stopped" she purred, tails wishing gently as she sticks her nose out into the chilly air. It had. It was almost as though one had flicked a switch, causing the day to still, though the clouds remained, blocking out the sun. It was past sun high, but not quite sunset, Harmony knew this for a fact. However, the exact time was unknown to the apprentice. She ducked back under the bush and glanced at Marshpaw. "What do you want your warrior name to be?" she questioned curiously, ears twitching. "I'd like Harmonymist. Or maybe Harmonysong."

[Marshpaw]

Ears pricked, Marshpaw began to gobble up the rest of the squirrel. Once each morsel was consumed by the tuxedo tom, his tongue swiped by his lips. He lifted his right paw, licking off the leftovers that had clung to his white paws. His ears continued to listened to Harmonypaw as she spoke about her mentor. It was easy to recognize the name, Addervenom, the Clan's medicine cat. Luckily Marshpaw had yet to meet the medicine cat over any sorts of injuries that an apprentice may receive from tumbling about. As he moved onto his left paw, he continued to listen to Harmony blurb about how it would be easier for him to train her in healing rather than down a warrior's path. However, to much surprise, this slightly concerned Marshpaw about the availability of warriors. "Well, IceClan must not have many warriors if he is training you. Either way, I am sure he is a happy to be training you, even if it's to become a warrior." Marshpaw responded, adding a lip tight grin after his meow. It wasn't pleasant to think that IceClan may be lacking warriors, but the young tom knew that he would eventually join their ranks once he finished his training.

That was when he noticed the lack of air tugging at his black and white fur, and the cold chill had dissipated into normal IceClan temperatures. His yellow eyes began to scan the camp, noting that there were no rustle in the tree nor the bushes that squatted close to the ground. A gentle twitch of his ear occurred when Harmonypaw mentioned that the wind had stopped and with a purr on top of that. Marshpaw nodded in agreement as he finished cleaning his left paw and settled it down beside him. Shortly, Harmonypaw came back under the bush, which was now just acting like some sort of secret fortress. Marshpaw noticed the glance his way as she asked her next question was asked. "Well, I think I'm going to end up being called Marshtail or something like that," Marshpaw chuckled, then continued, "but I would think it would be cool to be called Marshfall or Marshdrop." The tip of Marshpaw's tail continued it little wavering as he thought of all the possibilities of what his name could possibly be. The tom then remembered the names that his other friends had picked out, those friends being Knotpaw and Sunpaw. Knotfur and Sunclaw they had stated, both of which they demonstrated why and it had been so clear. His, not nearly as much, Marshpaw was never told why he had been called such, making thinking of a name left to his own imagination.