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Quartzpaw sat inside the hollow that was once known as WinterClan's former camp. The moon shone down from the heavens above, yet it's light was short-lived for a passing of clouds covered said moon. Now shrouded in darkness, Quartzpaw let out a soft sigh; he was quite bored, and being a night owl, he stayed up until the crack of dawn. Which, honestly, wasn't good for his training sessions, but did he care? No, not really.
The silver-and-black tabby was passing by the camp when his gaze caught on the figure of another cat sitting there alone. Sleetpaw hesitated, then shook his head and started down the path to join Quartzpaw, dropping his finch at the top of the slope. It was a strange time to be at a strange place, so maybe he didn't want to know what the other was doing here, and he'd certainly rather be curled up in his nest catching up on sleep. After all, wasn't the other apprentice a little strange himself sometimes? He paused, his whiskers twitching as he regarded Quartzpaw.
"You know like, I don't care, right?" Quartzpaw fired back, his yellow gaze coming to rest upon Sleetpaw. "Or, are you afraid?" His features twisted as his lips dipped upwards into a sinister grin. Quartzpaw was a strange fellow, always having that mysterious 'bad boy' vibe radiating off of him like heat.
Sleetpaw rolled his eyes. "Well if it is haunted, then yeah, we both should be. Can't fight white cats, can ya?" He had no problem owning up to having a perfectly rational fear. He had no desire to be possessed and end his life so soon, though the idea of eternal sleep wasn't half bad. "Better hope they think you're too small to bother with."
"Haunted, shmaunted. I don't believe in ghosts." Quartzpaw huffed, looking out to the clearing. "I can fight anything that comes my way. I'm strong, I know I am." His arrogance was showing boldly tonight, though it was to hide his true thoughts, the turmoil swirling deep within him. It was all a facade.
"It doesn't matter if you believe in them. If they exist, you thinking they're fake won't stop them from possessing you," he countered. Sleetpaw rolled his eyes. Why was he even bothering to reason with such a foolish cat? "I'd like to see you fight a ghost. You'll probably walk right through 'em and then they'll just laugh and kill you."
"If they can kill me, then there's gotta be a way we can kill them." He said with a snort, shaking his head. "What are you doing out here, anyways? Perhaps, I have a secret admirer?" A grin now took over his features, and he sent a playful wink towards Sleetpaw.
"You can't kill what's already dead," he countered. His eyebrow quirked up and he looked deliberately down at the finch at his paws, then back up at the apprentice, wondering if the terrain hid it from his view or if he was just that arrogant. "Not much of a secret if I'm right here talking to you, is it?"
A deep chuckle reverberated within Quartzpaw's chest, and he shook his head. "I guess it's not a secret then, hmm?" He rose from his place on the ground, seemingly drifting towards Sleetpaw as if he was one of the white cats. The tom was quite larger than the other, for he had proud Norwegian forest cat lineage. Quartzpaw stood at 12'' at the shoulder, quite large for a student, and he still had room to grow.
His brow rose ever higher as the large tom slid closer, unimpressed. With a single look he sized up the student then tilted his head slightly to the side, is that all?, and met his gaze again. Quartzpaw was big but that did little to unsettle Sleetpaw, who was quick and wiry and figured he could squeeze past the other and to his freedom if he needed to avoid a fight. "Too bad there's nothing here worth keeping a secret about."
Quartzpaw was taken back when Sleetpaw clearly wasn't intimidated by him. Usually, other students would scamper away in retreat, but Sleetpaw stood his ground. Quartzpaw liked that about him. His grin only widened further as he took a step closer, leaning his head down and coming face-to-face with the other. "Mmm," He breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly, his hot breath coming to blow against Sleetpaw's whiskers. "My, you smell of the elms and chestnut trees that cover our territory. It's quite... refreshing."
His muzzle wrinkled, annoyed and a tad uncomfortable with the close scrutiny. "Sounds like I'm not the one with the secret," he responded casually, forcing himself to remain perfectly still in front of the other cat and not flinch away. He wasn't a huge fan of other cats in his personal space, but he never backed down from a challenge either-- show a hint of weakness and they'll take it all, right? So he leveled his gaze at the other and tapped the tip of his tail impatiently against his leg.
"Oh, I have many secrets," Quartzpaw purred, his tail coming to wrap around Sleetpaw's back, barely touching him yet enough to have him feel his presence. "It's up to you to find out about them, no? No other cat has dared to try. They're all too scared." He then stepped away, his tail wisping back to rest behind him. With a laugh, the tom turned and began to sprint off into the treeline, not waiting for Sleetpaw. Maybe he would follow, maybe he would not. In all reality, Quartzpaw hoped he would follow; Sleetpaw seemed like a fun specimen to play with.
"Yeah, right," Sleetpaw muttered, rolling his eyes. "Like you've got any secrets worth knowing." He guessed that if Quartzpaw ever learned something important he was the type to immediately taunt everyone with his oh-so-special information, not keep it to himself. Arrogant cats kept few secrets. Returning to his finch, he picked it up and started onward again, certainly not following the other tom but heading in the same general direction.
