I DON'T CARE ( what you think )

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geckopaw

Calm grey eyes opened as Geckopaw awoke. The apprentice pushed himself up on his forepaws. He had got a lot bigger recently, though he was still one of the smaller apprentices. He was never going to very large or muscular, not like Salmonpaw. He had reached that awkward age, nine moons, in the balance between adulthood and kithood. His face had matured, his muzzle long and handsome, his eyes losing their youthful wideness. Geckopaw uncurled and stood up, stretching his lean body. His slate grey fur bristled as he arched his back and left the den. A cold wind sliced through his fur as easily as claws. Winter was setting in, digging in it's icy claws, not to be shifted for three moons or so. Geckopaw headed towards the fresh kill pile. It reflected the lack of prey. He scanned it, nose wrinkled. There wasn't much left. There were cats who needed this prey more. The tom took a mouse in his teeth and turned to pad towards the nursery, to give it to the queens.

// Reserved for Shard and Heatherpaw. <3

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

HEATHERPAW.

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Staring. Staring. Staring. Just staring. Dazzling blue eyes never left the sight of the little bramble thicket at the entrance of the den. It was late morning, or so she imagined. She hadn't really been keeping track of time. She was alone in the den with two other cats: Marblepaw and Geckopaw. The she-cat's optics slowly moved over to the leopard-spotted tom. He seemed grumpy most of the time. He appeared to be doing the same as her, pretending to sleep but with his eyes open, watching the tree trunks that surrounded and made up the den. A shadowy paw slowly reached out from her front in an attempt to stretch herself.

Movement. She saw movement. Heatherpaw watched as the gray form of Geckopaw rose and exited the den. She'd been waiting for one of them to get up before her. Well, really she'd been waiting for Geckopaw. Marblepaw was always so irritable, and she chose not to converse with him unless she was forced to. The slender black she-cat heaved herself upward until she was on all for paws. Each leg was stretched in turn to release all cricks and aches from sitting in the same position for so long. She rolled her shoulders and craned her neck before slowly padding out of the den.

Her blue eyes watched him like a hawk would its prey for some time. When she'd mustered up enough courage, Heatherpaw left the somewhat-enclosed clearing, breathing in the morning air. In the sky, the sun was shining brightly, but it did not aid for the cats on the surface. Chill nipped at her usually-warm pelt. Silently, she cleared her throat, mewing quietly yet nevertheless audibly from a fox-length away or two, "Hello there..."[/blockquote]

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geckopaw

The slate-grey tom turned his head slightly as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. It seemed Heatherpaw had woken. He had never really spoken to her - or any of the other apprentices, apart from his siblings. He was cut off from them by his usual maturity. The slate-coloured tom swished his tail as the sleek-coated black she-cat spoke to him. He carefully placed the fresh kill by his forepaws. "Hi," he mewed, his voice husky and low, as usual. He smiled pleasently at her. "Bit cold today, isn't it?" His voice sounded just as vague as ever, as though he were distracted. He looked up at the pale grey sky, wondering briefly why it's colour changed with the seasons. Probably the same reason our pelts change length. Geckopaw lowered his head, eyes meeting the she-cat's again. "There isn't much prey left," he told her. "I was just taking this to Spectreflame. I'm going hunting afterwards... Would you like to come with me?"

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

HEATHERPAW.

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Her eyes were on her paws when he addressed her back. When he gave one of those conversational questions, her pupil rose, her head slowly following them. "Quite." His voice was vague, almost harmonic, as is his thoughts weren't here. But Geckopaw always sounded like that, right? Her dark black paws shuffled and scuffed at the dry earth which was losing any sign of botany. Heatherpaw nodded at his statement. "That's true." The she-cat bit her lip nervously, opening her mouth to inquire if he'd like to accompany her on a hunt. Her jaws immediately clamped shut again when he spoke, parroting her thoughts. She gave a small smile and a little nod. Hunting would do some good.

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geckopaw

The slate grey tom smiled at Heatherpaw as she accepted his offer. It seemed to him that the slight black she-cat needed some company. And he was prepared to give it to her. Geckopaw's vague sea green eyes were bright as he spoke again. "I'll just be a second." The grey tom hurried to the nursery. The air inside was choking, filled with sorrow. He could taste Wovenknot's grief. He blinked as though he could even see the haze of misery. Geckopaw hurried on, not wanting to intrude and incur the wrath of the grieving queen. He soon found Spectreflame. The longhaired queen was sleeping, her three kits fluffy bundles at her stomach. Geckopaw placed the fresh kill by her forepaws and left the nursery. He lifted his tail high, flicking it cheerily at Heatherpaw. With a quick shake, he turned his shady sea green eyes on her. "Shall we go?"