Making Sense

[Silvercloud]

Icepaw turned his head to look back over his shoulder to see if some cat was following. Satisfied for the last time he slipped out of the tunnel. The warrior keeping watch said nothing, he didn't need a warrior now, he could come and go as he pleased. He didn't know where he was going, he just let his paws carry him there. Each step was cautious but he had a general idea where he was going, he had after all seen this territory with these very pools of icy blue. That however had been a few moons ago. The air was frigid and frost covered leaves littered the ground and crunched under paw. His white pelt had thickened and grown long in preparation for leaf-bare. With disgust he new that he must look like a walking fuzz ball. He despised his pelt! He hated his position within the clan! He even loathed StarClan! Red hot fury warmed his frozen paws and sent his pelt to rising, a low snarl formed in his chest and he realized his anger had blinded him, he had run right smack into a tree. Icepaw reached a paw to his nose and started to rub it but quickly removed his paw, his claws were out.

Exasperated Icepaw ripped at the bark of the tree until his anger was gone and his paws sore and limbs tired. Icepaw was huffing a little and he sat down. His ears pricked and a fowl scent had raced into his nose. ShadowClan! His eyes widened and he leaped to his feet ready to rip apart any cat who came toward him. How could he have been so careless! Wait no, he was still in ThunderClan territory, it was colder here and a breeze ruffled his fur. He could sense an expanse of emptiness. He must be at the boarder in the clearing, at the edge of the trees. Strange place to have wandered to. Icepaw relaxed and settled down, curling his tail back over his paws and hung his head, suddenly tired again.

What was going to happen to him now? What was he going to do and what where the clans planning on doing about the recent flooding? Leafbare was only going to make things worse when Newleaf came. How did Cedarclaw trust him, and show him kindness, especially after all the fights and words of hate he had spit at her on their way to Moonpool? He was so confused and unsure, one day he was a warrior apprentice now he was useless and condemned to dark nothingness with the scent of herbs and sickness trapping and constricting him. The snap of a twig send him on edge again. He lowered his body into a basic battle stance and stood with his head lowered and claws ready for use.
"Alright come on out of hiding." Icepaw snarled at the trees.

((Sorry for pp, but I had to put you in here somewhere))

[Tikker]

Hawkpaw walked, following his small white-pelted fellow apprentice; his reddish-brown pelt sticking out in the snowy leaf-bare lands. His eyes watching for signs, he didn't have a mentor, so there was no one but Fernstar or Maplefeather to tell him what not to do and they were out somewhere.

Suddenly, Icepaw stopped. Hawkpaw wondered what was going through the young Medicine Cat apprentice was thinking, at least he had a mentor. Hawkpaw was probably never going to be a warrior without a mentor, so what was the point in listening to other warriors.

The older warriors had enough to handle without having to drag him along with their current apprentice and also have to deal with him; it just wasn't fair. Hawkpaw was a good enough cat to pay attention if a cat actually let him tag along instead of staying at camp. He couldn't even help Cedarclaw or Icepaw doing anything around camp, all he could do is sit there and watch.

As always, not paying attention, Hawkpaw stepped on a small twig, but the noise it made was loud. Freezing where he stood, Hawkpaw watched Icepaw turn and go into a battle stance and speak. Figuring he should give it up now, he walked out from behind the trees.

"It's alright Icepaw, its just me, I had nothing to do at Camp and thought I could just tag along with you, but I stayed a distance so you wouldn't think I was just following you."

As he finished, Hawkpaw looked down at the ground awaiting the other apprentice to chew him out about staying in Camp.

[Silvercloud]

"Whatever." Icepaw grumbled and settled down, he didn't care. Icepaw began to relax and let his fur lie flat again, wishing his follower would vanish. he had never been much for entertaining others and preferred to be alone. Icepaw shook his head, no he really didn't like being alone, most cats paid him little mind because of his hot temper. The pale chinchilla refused to lift his sightless pools of blue to his tag-along but tried to think of ways to start a polite conversation. "So Hawkpaw, what ah,...." Icepaw fumbled for words and something to say, his mind was racing and his heart pounding. "How are you?" Did he really just ask such a mouse-brained question? How stupid was that, 'how are you?' For StarClan's sake they were in the same clan! "So uh you wanna do something...fun?." Icepaw felt hot embarrassment kiss his cheeks and he flattened his ears in disgust. He sounded like a kit! Icepaw's pale striped tail twitched with annoyance and anxiety, would Hawkpaw think him mouse-brained and discount him? Suddenly Icepaw let his feelings of unease go and his tense body relaxed and courage filled him and shone in his eyes. "Want to wrestle?" A mishevieois growl grumbled in his throat and the corners of his lips pulled upwards into a toothy grin.

((Sorry for the shortness)

[Tikker]

Hawkpaw watched the white cat as he let out a growl and lowered himself into a crouch. The words his companion spoke hit his furry face like a smack with a claw by a warrior. "Want to wrestle?"

Hawkpaw looked at the apprentice, his eyes full of discouragement now, he hated being reminded. Even with his large size, Hawkpaw couldn't pin one of the other apprentices to the ground. "Why would you want to fight with me Icepaw? You'd have a better time with one of the other apprentices, I'm just the one without a mentor. You atleast have a mentor to teach you."

Hawkpaw flicked his tail, standing to his full hight and turned his paws in one of the opposite directions and began padding off; he didn't have to take this, it was embarassing that he was the only apprentice in ThunderClan to not have a mentor, it was demeaning!

Why couldn't Fernstar have given me a mentor? Yes I got one, Ravencaw, but no one knows what happened to him, he disappeared before the ceremony, so really in the eyes of StarClan, I don't have a mentor, and never have.

Part of Hawkpaw now wanted Icepaw to attack him anyways, but the other part just wanted to leave ThunderClan and hope to find a life better than this in another Clan. Maybe ShadowClan, no they hate ThunderClan, they would kill me. WindClan? Maybe, but they were the ones who killed my mother, but atleast it would be much better than here. And RiverClan's a definate now, I hate fish. I guess WindClan would be it, maybe I should go and ask Rustlestar...

Hawkpaw's mind drifted off, he hated being alone, and figured maybe either in WindClan or StarClan he could truely feel at home, and have atleast one cat to talk to.

[Silvercloud]

"How dare you!." Icepaw snarled and leaped at the other apprentice. How dare he say he had a mentor. He hadn't practiced his warrior skills much since he became blind and was chosen as Cedarclaw's apprentice. Icepaw growled in frustration as his mark was off. If only he had his eyes! Instead of landing squarely on the cat's back and forcing him down with his weight he probably knocked the large tom over. Thinking quickly and remembering his training from Rainefrost he dropped his shoulder, tucked and rolled. He used his momentum to carry him back to his paws.

He spun around and faced Hawkpaw. "Are you a coward and afraid to fight me? Is this what you're going to tell your enemy? That I haven't had proper training?" Icepaw's body was held close to the ground, making his center of gravity lower and therefore making it harder for a cat to bowl him over. His feet were not tucked under, ready for a pounce, but ready to stand his ground. His clear claws were sheathed despite the rage that burned like fire within. His lips were curled back into a snarl and his tone was mocking, anything about this being a friendly sparring session had vanished. Hawkpaw would have to fight for real, trained or not. He was bigger and as far as he knew could see and hear just fine, unlike him.

Icepaw was glad that they were alone, Cedarclaw would tear him to shreds for this. 'Make peace not war, we are all a part of this clan and must work together.' What would any other warrior say about this? Probably the same thing Cedarclaw might have said.

[Tikker]

The red-brown tom heard the snarl of the white apprentice and folded his ears back, he hated being in battles, if he could he would stay out of all battles. Hawkpaw didn't know how this white apprentice before him could even say that just because he didn't have a warrior mentor that he wasn't getting the education Icepaw needed.

Standing in his thoughts, Hawkpaw just rested on his paws, until a weight came crashing down on his back, causing him to fall off his paws. Using his strength, the broad tom rose to his paws and and flung the white apprentice, and watched him roll.

"Are you a coward and afraid to fight me? Is this what you're going to tell your enemy? That I haven't had proper training?"

That threw Hawkpaw for a loop, he didn't not like this white cat's tone, and raised his lips, bareing his teeth. "At least your getting training, wether it be about herbs or fighting, together it's all the same. One can't be there without the other! There would be no warriors if there wasn't a Medicine Cat, and no Medicine Cat if there were no warriors to keep them safe from harm."

Hawkpaw thrashed his tail back and forth, his paws pounding against the ground. "You're just a stubborn and rude cat, you have no respect for anyone but yourself. Just because you are blind doesn't mean that you should be the way you are. The more you're like this, the better the chance of you never having any respect! But if it's a fight you want, that's what you'll get."

With the last of his words, Hawkpaw rushed forward, putting all his strength into his hind legs to push him forward, he could tell Icepaw was getting ready for him; but he wouldn't expect this.

Judgeing his lengths, Hawkpaw watched until he was just a couple tail-lengths away before twisting to his right, and sending his left claw across the white apprentice's coat and butting his head. With his calculations, Hawkpaw didn't believe his head made contact, but was pretty sure in his mind that his claw caught the other apprentice. Then he let loose the battle words.

"You want to talk bad, then you can take it."

[Silvercloud]

"Pha!" Icepaw scoffed at Hawkpaw's words. One without the other, who cared?
"Fine with me." So it seemed that this tom did have some fight in him. Respect less and self centered? What did he know! Rude yes, blind yes, how did he know? Was it obvious? Icepaw snorted. His ears were focused on Hawkpaw, ready to catch his movements.

A slight, sly smile tugged at the corner's of his mouth. He was charging, how foolish. The white tom side stepped toward the left. Wait, not Hawkpaw had altered his course. Pain, hot fiery pain raced across his face as the apprentice's paw caught across his face. He was too slow, but he had at least managed to move his hindquarters out of head range.

Icepaw reared up on his hind legs and growled. Hawkpaw was going to pay for that. Front paws returned back to the soft forest floor. Bright red, warm liquid filled the claw marks quickly and the scratches began to sting. Icepaw hissed and prepared for another attack.

He lowered his body to the ground and brought his limbs tightly under him, ready to pounce like a spring. Icepaw guessed that both of them were about equal in height and Hawkpaw had the wider frame and was heavier than himself. He would have to play a more defensive role. He would let Hawkpaw make another move, to get a feel for how he moved and his preferred method of attack. One could learn a lot by just studying his opponent. What was even better was he didn't have to do much, just encourage Hawkpaw to attack and avoid.

(Blah, I know not very good, sorry.)

[Twitty]

Wildheart
Hope and pray that you never need me,
But rest assured, I will not let you down.

Everything seemed well, for the moment. Wildheart padded swiftly through the forest ruled by ThunderClan, hot of the trail of his apprentice-to-be. Fernstar’s voice still rang through his mind, replaying the scene he’d just been an actor in. The memory in his mind consisted of himself and Fernstar, conversing as to who would be his apprentice. She’d offered Hawkpaw, and Wildheart’s mind wandered, relaying the young apprentice’s actions and behavior. Wildheart agreed to this offer, and has now set off to find him. The tom’s scent had lead Wildheart this far out of the came; he was beginning to wonder if his nose had gone bad. Not only was Hawkpaw’s scent before him, but Icepaw’s as well. Why would they be out this far together? Nevertheless, Wildheart swerved around trees, determined to find the two. The sun was high in the sky, yet the New-leaf weather forbid the temperature to climb any higher. In fact, it was somewhat chilly out at the moment, under the shade that the forest provided.

Noises could be heard up ahead. After a few moments in tracking the two conjoining scents this far, it was clear that they were in the Clearing. What exactly they were doing, however, was unknown. Wildheart brushed past the foliage, emerging from the forested haven behind him into a blindingly green clearing. He didn’t much like the clearing himself; it didn’t feel right to not have trees overhead. Wildheart’s eyes narrowed, peering to the other end of the clearing where the two apprentices were. A battle, it seemed, was in progress. Grinning to himself, he appreciated seeing the two in a friendly squabble; it was good for the two of them. Their expressions, however, seemed the exact opposite. This was no friendly wrestling match to see who could out rank whom; this was an actual fight between the two. Wildheart’s amber gaze hardened and he bounded across the clearing in sprinting bounds, clearing the distance with no problem at all. “Enough!” he rumbled, pushing his way between the two. Hawkpaw seemed to be the one attacking, while Icepaw was more defensive. At least that’s what he deduced from the second or so of the fight that he saw. “What’s going on here?” he demanded, his hard golden gaze sweeping from first to Hawkpaw, then to Icepaw. The white apprentice’s face was bleeding somewhat, claw marks streaking across one side of his face. Nothing serious, but it’d sting for a while.

Words;; 410
Status;; Complete.
Notes;; Just sayin', Hawkpaw is Wildheart's new apprentice. xD ME and Fern discussed this through PM.[/size]

[Tikker]

Hawkpaw crouched at the edge of the clearing, his paws inching himself forward for another attack against the blind tom in front of him. His claws sliding in and out of his paws while his muscles tensed as he awaited his moment to spring.

"Enough! What's going on here?"

The dark ginger tom turned his head around to see one of the warrior's he had watched go through the entrance of their camp then come back again with others or with prey. Wildheart had been one of Hawkpaw's idols when he became six moons old, hoping he would be the young tom's mentor.

When it had turned out to be Ravencaw, the one warrior that vanishes without a trace, never to return. Hawkpaw gave up hope on becoming a warrior. Now Hawkpaw had to deal with the fact that this warrior had just stumbled upon Icepaw and himself in a fight, and that just irritated him the most.

"What do you want Wildheart?" Hawkpaw said with a small bit of venom in his voice. "Did Fernstar send you to tell me to go back to Camp? To sit and do nothing while all the other apprentices get to go out with their mentors and learn what it means to be a warrior?"

Hawkpaw was letting out all his thoughts today, what he would give to be in Icepaw's paws, to have a mentor. Hawkpaw would have loved to have Cedarclaw as his mentor, even if it wasn't for warrior training.

Turning his icey gaze back to the blind white tom that he fought with, did he realize that the medicine cat apprentice had a small trickle of blood run down his snowy face. What have I done? If word gets out, I'll be in so much trouble!



Word Count;; 304
Cats;; Hawkpaw, Apprentice of ThunderClan
Notes;; Sorry for the wait Silver, thought that this would liven things up a bit XD

[Silvercloud]

Icepaw's jaws parted and his lips pulled back with venomous words ready to be spoken when a deep and furious meow silenced. Icepaw whirled to face their intruder, how dare some cat interrupt them! How could I have been such a mouse brained fool to let him slip by without me noticing his approach? 'Because you let the battle take your focus away, you forgot to the rest of the forest around you.'

Icepaw's eyes were blazing like a two-leg fire. Their battle was the match that ignited his emotions so long bottled up over the past few moons. He felt like he might explode, like Hawkpaw had just done. No, he would not show such weakness. Now to deal with this warrior, oh the voice held a hint of familiarity to it underneath the commanding and demanding tone. At least it wasn't Fernstar or Cedarclaw.

Oh yes, that was his name Wildheart. If this tom wanted answer from him he wouldn't get one. He wanted to finish this fight, he had something to prove, to show. Who was he trying to impress, himself? To prove that he wasn't a worthless cripple, that he was still worthy of being a warrior? 'Acting like that, no cat would believe you, challenging a clanmate like that and under these terms.'

Angrily he shoved the thoughts away with an audible growl and snort. He glanced at Hawkpaw. Perhaps they weren't so different after all. They both felt like prisoners doomed to boredom. Still Hawkpaw shouldn't have said what he had said, than again he should have held his tongue too. Well this fight had allowed them to glance at each other's feeling and express them. Maybe they could talk later and have a friendlier re-match.

"Don't you have squirrels to catch or some other kind of prey? Boarders to patrol? Hawkpaw and I can take care of ourselves. We don't need your help."

((It's okay, sorry for the short randomness. lol xD))

[Twitty]

Wildheart
Hope and pray that you never need me,
But rest assured, I will not let you down.

Wildheart couldn’t believe the responses her received from both of the young apprentices. His lips curled back, though he did not lower himself enough to let a hiss escape. His body was rigid, though that was no surprise, and, as always, his fur was on end, ready to rebuff any attempt these two cats may have at attacking one another. He faced Hawkpaw first, his amber eyes as intimidating as ever. “Hawkpaw!” he rumbled. As he spoke, his features became less harsh, and more understanding. “Such fiery eyes you have. They’re full of courage and bravery, and the strength that you hold within that body of yours. You need to learn how to use it well, instead of conflicting wounds on your Clanmates that you’ve sworn to protect.” The torrent of words spilled out of the warrior’s mouth as he thought them, too caught up in the moment to care about his usual quiet nature. The brown and black tabby tom’s eyes hardened again and he turned quickly to look Icepaw evenly in the eye. “And you,” he continued. “I can see that you’re blind, but that’s no excuse to stop learning. You’ve got skill and smarts on your side; you need to use them to your advantage. By taking the position to learn under Cedarclaw, you’ve made a promise to StarClan to heal your Clanmates, and to make sure each of them is healthy enough to carry out their duties to serve their Clan. You’ve got important paws to fill, kid; don’t waste your energy on pointless fights.” Wildheart’s expression once again softened as he spoke, no longer baring his long fangs. He wanted to get through to each of these future warriors. They’re apprentices; they’ve got much to learn before they’re ready, he observed mentally. I’ve got to remember this and not get so angry with them. The both of them reminded Wildheart of himself when he was their age. He was just as rambunctious and eager to learn the ways of the warrior. He knew well the emotions that could easily build up. The two were simply unlucky enough to run into each other when those emotions were at a boiling point. After a silent moment passed, Wildheart hesitatingly stepped back to face the two of them, though was mentally readying himself if they were to spring at each other once more. “You both are extremely strong young cats, with unimaginable skills. The two of you should find something more constructive to do with those fine skills, other than trying to rip each other apart.” He straightened his spine, standing up taller. His expression changed as he said his next words to one of pride; a rare sight to see coming from this warrior. He turned his prideful gaze to Hawkpaw, though was answering Icepaw's question. “And, yes. I do have some hunting I’d like to get done, though I’d like to have my apprentice participate in it with me,” he stated, making sure to exaggerate the word “apprentice” before he continued. “If he’ll come with me, that is,” he added with a small hint of a smile.

Words;; 428
Status;; Complete.
Notes;; Another dissapointingly short post xD Sorrehhh [/size]

[Tikker]

"Hawkpaw!"

The dark ginger tom rolled his eyes as he looked towards the much larger warrior. That's my name, don't wear it out; he retorted in his mind, so tempted to speak it out loud.

“Such fiery eyes you have. They’re full of courage and bravery, and the strength that you hold within that body of yours. You need to learn how to use it well, instead of conflicting wounds on your Clanmates that you’ve sworn to protect.”

Hawkpaw shuffled his paws, and let his tail flick around his body as he sat down. The young apprentice turned his reddish-brown head to Icepaw, speaking his words strickly to the senior warrior. "This little mouse-brain was the one who started it; complaining about how he got stuck with Cedarclaw because he's blind. All his talk does nothing if he can't put his claws where his mouth is."

Hawkpaw was used to copping an attitude, he hated how the white apprentice got to learn about things that would benifit him, and still have the nerve to complain; it was rediculous. Yet, because there was a senior warrior, Hawkpaw kept his mouth shut further, not wanting to get reported to Fernstar, but glad that Icepaw was getting in trouble too.

He listened with disgust as Icepaw held a harsh tone with Wildheart, although that would be wrong of him, as he repllied to the warrior with the same tone. It started to sink in that he was rude, and probably should apologize. Most cats think that because of his size, Hawkpaw is going to be a bully, but deep down he is as soft as a kitty-pet, but you might not want to go that far.

Suddenly, he felt Wildheart's gaze on him, even though he started to answer Icepaw's question. “And, yes. I do have some hunting I’d like to get done, though I’d like to have my apprentice participate in it with me, if he’ll come with me, that is.”

Hawkpaw stopped in his thoughts, Did he say his apprentice? Wildheart doesn't have an apprentice. Then it dawned on the young tom, Wait, you mean Wildheart is my mentor? Shouldn't I have heard of this?

"Wait, when did you become my mentor? Last I heard, Ravencaw was gone, and Fernstar didn't care enough to publicly give me a mentor. Why the change of heart now?"

Hawkpaw held a stern gaze, but tried so hard to keep his mouth from beaming until he knew this wasn't so warrior's prank to get him all worked up only to dissapoint him.



Word Count;; 446
Cats;; Hawkpaw, ThunderClan Apprentice
Notes;; Eh, not to good, but it's there...

[Silvercloud]

Icepaw felt his lips curl with disgust as the warrior began to lecture them on their behavior. He wasn't going to change, so why was every cat trying so hard to beat this stuff into his head? What honor? How could he 'see' that he was blind? Was it so obvious? He would have demeaned that some cat tell him, but he couldn't think of a single cat that he felt he could truly trust and rely on.

Why did every cat view his new status as being so honorable? He felt only shame and disgust, that this was the only thing he could do. It wasn't true! He could still fight and hunt! He'd show them, he'd show them all that they were wrong about him. That there was so much more to him.

Wildheart's word's didn't make him fell better, but the exact opposite. What skill? He couldn't hunt decently or time his moves well. Icepaw cared not to learn about herbs and their uses. He was worthless and it was becoming apparent that every cat thought so. He wanted to scream to the world that he wasn't worthless.

What?! Hawkpaw was blaming him for the fighting?! At least he hadn't drawn any blood or unsheathed his claws. Mouse brained? Oh no, he would show Hawkpaw how fierce he really was. He wasn't afraid to show, or was he?

"Mouse brained? Oh I'll show you mouse brained. I'll show you that I can put my claws were my mouth is. How 'bout in your throat hmmm?"

Icepaw's soft rose pink claws slid out of their hard sheaths'. He was ever so temped to pounce the tabby right there and then, but Wildheart's presence refrained him from doing so. With an audible snort Icepaw retracted his claws and made to leave their little gathering.

"Yeah that's right go off and enjoy your stupid little hunting lesson." And in an even softer, almost inaudible retort, in fact Icepaw wasn't so sure Hawkpaw had even heard him. "Mouse brain."

((Wow Icepaw's really mad. xD))

[Twitty]

Wildheart
Hope and pray that you never need me,
But rest assured, I will not let you down.

Wildheart listened to each of the young cats’ side of the story, though didn’t believe either of them. At the moment, they were both angry and felt hatred toward each other, though it would fade gradually over time. The tom tensed even moreso when Icepaw’s claws unsheathed themselves, preparing to rebuke the young cat if need be. The white male backed off, however, and retreated, harsh words being flung behind him as he walked away, ranting. He sighed at Icepaw’s words as the apprentice stormed off, watching after him. They’re both young, Wildheart thought. Yet so strong. All they need is someone to look after them; to refine their skills. Eventually this fighting between them will turn out to be a strong bond on the battlefield. For a moment, he considered speaking with Cedarclaw about his apprentice, yet decided against it. Cedarclaw is wise enough to handle his own wiry apprentice. Meanwhile, I have my own to teach. With that thought, the tense warrior turned once again to Hawkpaw. The small ginger tom before him looked confused and bewildered at the same time. Wildheart couldn’t help a small smile. He nodded once in acknowledgement to his question. “Fernstar and I spoke of it just moments ago. I was sent to find you and give you the news, though was unimpressed with what I found instead.” The light rebuff was all that Wildheart dwelled on the matter, and moved on. “She thought that you would learn well with me as your mentor, and I agreed.” The tom’s ears flicked backward, then forward, then to the side, swiveling every which way, as though he expected to hear someone approaching the duo. His serious golden eyes gazed down at his new apprentice, though he turned around and began walking slowly away. “I’d like to get started soon, if you don’t have anything to do today, with a hunting lesson.” Mentally, Wildheart was just as eager to have a new apprentice than the next cat, though on the outside he was still his cool, calm, ever-tense self. He wanted to see what level Hawkpaw was at, and what needed to be worked on. Hunting was the easiest, however required a level of patience that Wildheart was skeptical this tom didn’t have, after what he’d witnessed just now. “Unless you’d prefer something different,” he offered with a glance backward.

Words;; 394
Status;; Complete.
Notes;; Blah, where is all my muse? D: And did Icepaw actually leave? xD I wasn't totally sure if he completely left or not.[/size]

[Tikker]

“Fernstar and I spoke of it just moments ago...Unless you’d prefer something different.”

Hawkpaw didn't know what to say, he now had a mentor that wasn't going to leave him. He felt like beaming like a star in Silverpelt. He shook his dark ginger pelt, his tail fluffing out as if he was angry; but the look in his eyes showed that he was just excited.

He took a look towards Icepaw and his smile faded, I guess it was rude of me to say what I just did, and it probably didn't help after what I did before, Hawpaw thought to himself before he gave a big sigh and looked at his new mentor once more. I guess I should do it, even if it won't help with his attitude towards everyone.

Bunching up his courage, Hawkpaw stood and walked over to Icepaw to stand in front of him, "I'm sorry Icepaw." The dark ginger tom stated before he continued. "I didn't mean to say what I did just a moment ago, and I apologize for fighting with you. Wildheart is right, we are Clan-mates and we shouldn't fight, so I'm sorry."

Hawkpaw waited for a reply but when he knew he wasn't going to get one, the ginger feline just turned around and went towards his newfound mentor in Wildheart.

"Alright, lets go, I guess I'm a little behind from the other apprentices. Aren't I?"


Word Count;; 251
Cats;; Hawkpaw, Apprentice of ThunderClan
Notes;; Not long, but got the point across