And never be afraid again [o]

[Weedpaw]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you THOU SHALT TAG HERE

Weedpaw- formally Weedkit- purred excitedly as he walked around the Apprentices' Den.  He had finally moved up to the next rank; he was a kit no longer. The young tom knew it was a little over the top to act so happy about something as simple as becoming an apprentice, however, to him it felt like freedom. He was free to leave camp and explore and free of people acting like he was stupid due to him being a little younger.

The young dilute torbie searched the den, a thick load of moss within his jaws that would later become his nest,  where he would sleep until he finally became a warrior like Flowerfall and Jaguardapple, his siblings. After a few moments of searching,  Weedpaw found an empty place in the corner of the den, where he decided to place his met,  seeming ti firget fir a moment that the corner would get very dark at night, that wouldn't help his nyctophobia at all.

The striped (and also patched) feline padded to the corner and set his moss din,  sitting in it and awaiting to be approached by another feline.

(Notes: nyctophobia is fear of the dark)

OWL

[Finchwhisper]

Finchpaw was just undoing the old nests of the apprentices that were just leaving the den, for many of the nests that weren't occupied were disposed of, but was doing this procedure in the shadows of the den, though there weren't many to reside in at the moment. She was just undoing some of the moss of one old nest with her teeth, ready to add it to the moss piled as a sort of small barrier in her observation corner that was  protected by the old moss, when she distinctly heard some pawsteps, of one of the new apprentices no doubt. She looked up from her position against one of the walls, hopeful that it might be one of the more familiar newly named apprentices, but only felt indifference when seeing the figure that had entered., but she was still just as curious of these new apprentices, though still wary. 

She still watched, however, soon discarding the moss carelessly, and tilted her head when seeing the apprentice seem to make his nest in one of the unoccupied corners. It was odd, for usually the other apprentices didn't take the corners. She thought about retreating to her mossy observing spot in her own corner, but decided against it for now, and actually stood and showed herself outside of the more preferred shadowy areas, and stepped into the more center area of the den. The young she-cat then looked where the recently entered apprentice had walked, and stepped there too, and slowly bent her head downwards to look for any moss that had been dropped when the other cat had walked in.

Her eyes examined the ground intently, and also smelled the scent of this new cat, which also seemed necessary since he would be a new denmate. Finchpaw then gradually stepped towards the apprentice, though her eyes were not on him, she was still bending downwards, and picking up any moss remnants if she located them, whether they were dropped by this cat or not, for they would prove useful to her. She eventually got closer to the other apprentice's chosen corner, and paused to look up once she realized this. The light brown tabby slowly looked him over with slight head motions, then just stared at him without blinking, looking over his form as a way to remember this new denmate, and just examine him over carefully.

She felt she had his scent in mind just fine, and was nearly satisfied. This was only a one-time silent procedure, for once she examined a cat over that was unfamiliar to her, she didn't repeat the procedure or socialize unless it was necessary. After a little more time of staring, she leaned further towards her, getting closer, then sniffed his fur one last time, and then blinked, and turned around, flicking her tail in the other cat's direction to let him know she was satisfied with the normal procedure, though also waited for amusement and curiosity reasons for his reaction to it.

[Weedpaw]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you THOU SHALT TAG HERE

Weedpaw purred as he sat in his nest and began to groom himself peacefully, wanting to look at least decent for when he met some more apprentices. As he was doing so, the young tom began to feel that he was being watched. He flatytened his ears, feeling very uncomfortable with the fact that someone might be watching him without introducing themselves- what if they were a creepy murderer or stalker? Weedpaw suddenly began to panic, snapping his head up and looking at the other feline with teary eyes.

The she-cat didn't look scary, just like she was trying to help keep the place clean by removing some old, no longer used nests that must have belonged to the previous apprentices who had just recieved their warrior names.

"H-hello?" The torbie whimpered, looking the other feline over, "I-I'm Weedpaw."

OWL

[Silverpaw]

Silverpaw was padding her nest as she watched the other appearances do the same.

[Finchwhisper]

Finchpaw stood stiffly, waiting calmly for the other cat to speak and if not, she would retreat fully. Her ears flicked when she heard him meow something, though it sounded more like a whimper. It was enough to give her a slight impression of him, which caused her to be satisfied with what he said, especially since he gave her his name as well. Her ears twitched as she thoughtfully considered it. Weedpaw sounded a bit odd for a name, but still decent enough, and plain names weren't that interesting anyway. She slowly turned around, deciding to speak a bit of necessary words, though she wasn't very inclined to.

"Finchpaw." The young cat stated in an unfeeling tone, waving her tail once to signal that she had just stated her own name. She remained silent foe a little while, comfortable with the silence, and studied that other apprentice again. She had already done so, but it didn't hurt to memorize the figure further when she had chance. Finally she decided to speak, and with an unpleased twitch of her whiskers, she did so. "So, you new here." She stated flatly and in an obvious and calculating way, but still tilted her head thoughtfully. "Welcome." Finchpaw finished the statement in the most flat and gritted out way possible, for she did not care for such unnecessary gestures, but wanted to extend the traditional greetings anyway.

 She then decided to give this new apprentice a bit of an introduction to the system that she had organized, then be on her way. "There," She motioned with her tail towards the pile of more freshly collected moss. "Is fresh moss. Used to replace old moss, make new nests too." She looked around the area once more, turning her body a bit to accommodate, then pointed with her tail and one paw to a certain corner, her corner protected by a small barrier of old bits of moss and dead plants. "There my moss. That not to be used. Ever." She laid her ears back while speaking, not emphasizing her words, but still making herself clear enough. The apprentice then backed up a bit, as if about to take her leave again. "I'll be around." She spoke as a way to confirm her position in the den, once again tilting her head and paused, for she was curious as to how the tom would respond next.