She giggled. "I hear all the other clans are weird," she joked, "but maybe it's just because we're biased. SummerClan is the best clan after all." She had barely seen the others but from Sunpetal's stories, she wasn't so sure she'd like any of them either. Still, Crowpaw had a pretty good idea about making pretty wreaths. "Maybe I can tie them to your tail, and then you'd look like a pretty bird too," she grinned, as she grasped a bunch of the larger feathers in her jaw, sneezing as the fluffy down feathers tickled her nose. "I think I do...but not as well as the garden keepers can. They're so good at it, I don't know how; my paws are way too clumsy for it."

She giggled. "What's wrong with being a garden keeper," she teased, "you don't like flowers?" Grasping the feathers in her mouth, she glanced up. There were still a few branches above, some she knew they could reach. "Well we cooould go a little further," she pondered, turning to him, "what do you think?"

She nodded excitedly, climbing up another branch as she listened to Crowpaw talk. She could understand what he meant; garden keepers were a peculiar type, and perhaps she would've chosen it once, but she had always found her paws clumsy and her patience thin. It wasn't the kind of thing a garden keeper needed, and when the moment of choice happened, she simply picked the first one off the top of her head. She never put much weight on her decision, but now that Crowpaw mentioned it...she wondered if everyone else had stronger opinions of what they wanted to be.

"Did you always know you wanted to be a warrior?" she asked absentmindedly as she continued to climb, "or was there something you always wanted to be when you grew up?"

She grinned. "Maybe you will," she replied brightly, "maybe you'll even be Crowstar! That'd be pretty cool you know. What kind of warrior name would you want anyway?" She leaped onto a branch after him, only to feel the flurry of seeds flutter around her, as she stared in a bright-eyed wonder, mouth open at the sight above her. The milkweed seeds were like snow, floating around as if they were truly fairies and woodland creatures in the air.

"They're so pretty!" she gasped, green eyes brightly shining before turning towards the tom with a smile, "I can't believe fairies really exist!" One of the milkweed seeds landed on her nose and she sneezed.

Her eyes widened at his choice of names. "Crowslash sounds better than Crowslayer," she announced, before giggling, "I just can't imagine you going out there and slaying crows all day for that name, you know? They're not even tasty...though I heard that crows could see the future! Do you think they can? I bet they can't, because they keep getting caught by us; if they could see the future they'd never get caught by a hunter."

Sunpaw shook her fur out as the seeds floated to the ground, still watching in wonder as she stood high in the trees with the brightest grin on her face. "That was wonderful," she sighed happily, "now I've seen two kinds of fairies, the shiny ones at night and the fluffy ones. I wonder if there's even more than that, what do you think? Maybe even the magical ones with the sparkles exist."

Sunpaw didn't seem to think anything was out of the ordinary; in fact, it all felt pretty standard to her. After all, she had seen them before, so why was it something surprising? She turned to Crowpaw with a conspiratorial grin. "It was a little while ago," she admitted, "I went on a patrol with some of the garden keepers and...well, it was starting to get dark and they started glowing, you know? There were so many of them just floating around the forest, it was almost like a sign, like they were trying to lead us somewhere." Of course, they weren't real fairies, just fireflies, but to a young apprentice, they seemed one and the same.

She nodded brightly, before sighing. Of course, Sunpaw knew they were fireflies; that was what Sagebristle had said anyway, but it was always more fun imagining them as something else. After all, fairies existed, she was certain of it, even if they took the forms of flowers and bugs and everything else that seemed like magic in the moonlight.

"Yeah, I wonder that too," she mused, "maybe...maybe they're like normal bugs in the day and they soak up the sunlight and just...you know, the sun sort of gets collected, sort of like how the bees collect flower dust all the time!"

She nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah that sounds pretty reasonable too," she thought, looking at the birds that were now passing them by. Surely there must be things they could do to test their theories but she had never seen those glowing bugs in the day. She wondered if they only woke at night. "I don't know how we'll ever test that theory but maybe one day if we catch one of them, we could keep them somewhere that's dark...you know, like a cave, and see what they do."

Sunpaw chuckled. "Yeah, I don't think they do," she agreed, before shrugging. She wasn't exactly looking forward to leaf-bare either. "I think this one's my first one too," she peered at Crowpaw, "do you think it's really as cold as they say it is?" Then again, Sunpaw wouldn't have to worry all that much; her fur was long, unique for a cat living in SummerClan, that was for sure. "I wonder if we'll get to see snow!"