Fading In and Out {OPEN}

[Slatepaw]

RockClan hadn't been super social recently. It was almost like... no one was really around. Sure, I hadn't been myself. I was one of the first cats to kind of "fade into the background", in a way. But here I was, again, finally coming forth and out of the shadows. And there was practically no one around to see the achievement I had made.

On a backstory note, I've been training a whole lot. I'm pretty good, if I do say so myself. I've been an apprentice for a pretty long time. Not that, anyone has noticed, or cared. It seems I age at the same speed as it takes for honey to move. I'm not expecting my warrior ceremony for awhile yet. I once had a theory that cats who "faded" were affected by time in an almost fantasy like way. As if they were frozen in place, despite still bringing food back to the clan and still sleeping in the warriors' or apprentices' den. But they didn't age. And at the same time, it was almost as if some sort of weird feeling was keeping the non-"faded" cats from seeing them, until they, too, entered "the light". It was very odd, and my theory didn't have much logic behind it. But it helped me feel a little better for not being a warrior as of yet.

Still, that was the reason for the moment I was in right now. It was sunhigh, I time for sharing tongues or cats to go out hunting, or whatever. And I had just exited the apprentices' den and took in the clearing, looking for any cat to talk to. Although I wasn't very sociable, like, at all... I wanted to be a warrior. I think I deserve it, at this point. So at the end of the day, going out of my comfort zone would be completely worth it.

Although, that still didn't help shape up my bad attitude.

{ any RockClanners alive? Heeeelloooooooooo? }

[Blastkit]

(No, they are all dead. lol)

I stomped out of the Nursery, my fur so puffy and hot it felt like it was literally on fire. And I thought I would catch on fire, if it was actually possible. I gave my best death glare and set off towards the fresh-kill pile, wanting to just tear the skin right off of a mouse or something and rip it to shreds in a vain attempt to make me feel better. It wouldn't help. I knew it wouldn't help. But I didn't care.

An apprentice was sitting just outside of the Apprentices' Den. Sitting there. Doing nothing.

It ticked me off.

Grasping for an excuse to scream at him, he made eye contact with me for a single split second. That was my chance. I blew up.

"WHAT'RE YOU LOOKIN' AT, HUH?! SLACKER!! YOU GOT A BONE TO PICK?? GO DIE!!!"

Not even I remember where I picked up my vocabulary.

[Crevicelight]

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Being in the camp was something that Crevicelight barely ever did nowadays. Her mother was gone, and so were her siblings. It was really just Redfern, her grandmother and deputy, that was of kin left. And that Cloverstar was Crevicelight's mentor. But she was more inclined to just stay out in the territory, where at least she was still doing something productive.

As she entered the camp, she heard something really weird. 'WHAT'RE YOU LOOKIN' AT, HUH?! SLACKER!! YOU GOT A BONE TO PICK?? GO DIE!!!' Crevicelight froze, seeing that it was a kitten yelling at a large cat. Apprentice, perhaps? Should she intervene? She did not even know these cats. What were the queens giving the kits these days?

"Woah!" she called out, trotting over to the two. "We do not tell our clanmates to die." Crevicelight was barely ever strict on anything, so this was different of her. But she remembered kits bullying Badgerkit back in the nursery. 'And he never survived...' 

She did not know whether to check up on the apprentice, or to continue scolding the kitten. She had no idea. She was no expert in this.

"So umm. Apologize for what you said."

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ooo little kitties for Crevice to play with!<3
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