i will cleanse your s(o)ul

[Sparkpaw]

Sparkpaw marched into the elders sen, covered nearly head to toe in moss. "CLEANING TIME FOLKS!" he shrieked, being unable to see with all the moss balanced on his muzzle. In hindsight it might've been easier to just carry it in. But it wouldn't have been as fun, so this was the obvious choice. Carefully, Sparkpaw began to pick off the clumps of clean moss from himself, sizing up the den to see how much he'd need to clean.

[Lilybarb]

serenity is not stillness.
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but peace within a raging storm and the serendipity that can be found within the storm

Lily's head jerked up when a wailing apprentice entered his den. The silver tabby's lips curled in slight irritation, but he replaced with with a smile quickly enough. It wasn't necessarily kind, but then, he wasn't in a necessarily kind mood. "Are you planning on using the moss that is currently all over your fur to replace my nest" He asked with feigned nonchalance. He really wasn't keen on having his nest reek of apprentice for another week or so, until it was changed again.

The elder stood up from his nest and flexed his back. "Tell me, what manner of odd child are you?"

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[Sparkpaw]

The little apprentice's eyes widened when he realized that there was an actual elder in the den. He didn't know that FireClan even had any of those! "Oh, wow, a real old person!" Sparkpaw stopped what he was doing to excitedly approach the older tom, "I've never seen one up close before! Well, except for Crowwing, I guess... is he here too? You sort of smell like him," the orange apprentice leaned closer, sniffing curiously. Maybe all old people just smell the same.

He looked back at the moss he had collected, then realized that there was a clump stuck in between his ears. Flushing a little, Sparkpaw shook the moss off and snagged it while it was floating back down to the floor. Little orange flecks of fur dotted the dry moss. "Well, um, yeah," he grinned sheepishly, "it's, um... decretive?" He supposed he could go back and fetch some cleaner moss if the elder was really opposed to it. Next time he'd remember to just carry it all in, even if this was way faster and funner. 

"The best kind!" Sparkpaw chirped cheerfully, not really understanding what he was being asked, "charming, lovable, award-winning smile," he flashed a cheeky grin as "proof", "my names Sparkpaw, Oceanstar's apprentice, who're you?"

[Lilybarb]

serenity is not stillness.
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but peace within a raging storm and the serendipity that can be found within the storm

Lilybarb flicked an ear, unimpressed with the title 'old person'. He tried not to take it to heart though, the apprentice he was facing seemed the type to speak before thinking most of the time. Besides, he assured himself, he didn't look that old. "Crowwing became a warrior after he retired from his medicine duties," Lilybarb informed him shortly. "He is not an elder yet, thank goodness. I have no interest in sharing this den for quite some time." He enjoyed his privacy. Sometimes matters like den cleaning were entertaining and erased some of his boredom, and sometimes it was perfectly annoying.

Lilybarb lifted himself gingerly to his paws and ruffled the fur on the back of his neck. "Decoration serves no purpose. It distracts the mind and the senses, a powerful factor in battle, but not in den cleaning." He had half a mind to take the moss himself and make his own nest. But, the apprentice did interest him. He introduced himself as Sparkpaw and Lilybard listened intently as he spoke. "My name is Lilybard. Dangerous ex-leader of a rogue gang and friend to Floodgaze, Oceanstar's sister." If Sparkpaw was going to be throwing around names, he might as well do the same.

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[Sparkpaw]

Crowwing used to be a medicine cat! the orange apprenticed had talked with the tom a few times, but he hadn't learned that about him yet. He'd have to pull the older tom aside sometime and pester him about it. He probably has some cool stories, Sparkpaw wondered if Crowwing was allowed to tell him what it was like to meet with CloudClan. He had always been curious, although he would've never considered walking the path of a medicine cat; it seemed a little boring, aside from the CloudClan bit. The tom tipped his head to the side when Lilybarb said that he didn't have to share his den, "are you the only one in here?" He knew that the elder's den was pretty empty, but he thought that FireClan had at least a few elders around, "doesn't it get lonely?"

"Ah, sorry," Sparkpaw mewed, having already figured that he wouldn't be able to get away with it, "I can pick the hairs out... and if that doesn't work I'll just get some new moss, I don't have anything else to do today," the apprenticed unsheathed a claw and began to pluck the bight orange fur from the moss, it was tedious work but Sparkpaw had a surprisingly steady paw and was able to get the fur out of the moss with minimal damage. 

Sparkpaw blinked incredulously, "you used to lead a rouge gang? his ears pricked with curiosity, his mind already buzzing with questions, "woah, what was it like? Are there any other cats from your gang in FireClan? Why are you in FireClan now?"