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For a cat born at the tail-end of Leaffall, Greenleaf was everything that Mudpaw dreamed it would be. The world was full of life; green as far as the eye could see, squirrels and rabbits and other sorts of prey frolicking everywhere you looked, and every day had a bright, clear blue sky blanketing overhead. The young she-cat finally understood why Summerclan, in particular, valued the season so much. After missing out on a full moon on the beautiful weather due to her sickness, she was more than ready to get out there and enjoy every minute of it before her upcoming warrior ceremony.
But of course, as with all things, there were some parts of it that even the most cheerful of cats didn't like. In the comfortable darkness of the apprentices' den, Mudpaw fidgeted restlessly in her nest, covering her ears with her front paws as she tried to tune out the sounds of obnoxious bird song just outside; loud, happy chirps that only seemed to increase in volume. Unfortunately, it was too late, and the chocolate brown feline was now completely awake. She had been having such a nice dream, too...
Groaning in annoyance, Mudpaw finally forced herself to get up and go through her usual morning routine: stretch, groom, get breakfast from the fresh-kill pile, and report to Ravenstar for her duties for the day. Gobbling up the rest of her sparrow, she scanned the camp for any sign of her mentor, but it looked like Ravenstar had already gone out. Oh well. After a moment, a different cat finally caught her eye; Doefreckle, the new Deputy. Better than nothing. Mudpaw padded casually over towards him, waving with her long tail to grab his attention. "Hey, Doefreckle! Am I on any patrols today?"
Doefreckle was up early. Before he had arrived in SummerClan, he’d ordinarily been the last apprentice—warrior—voiny—whatever out of the den; he’d never been one for early mornings, though he did love the sunrises. He’d always been the last one out of the den, had always slept in, curled up in his nest, ignoring the poking and prodding long after he’d already awoken, simply to irritate the ones doing the poking and the prodding. Now, though—now, he had been the first one up for the last three sunrises. There was just too much beauty to experience in his new home and he didn’t want to miss a single thing – didn’t want to miss the way the rising sun washed the treetops a soft gold; didn’t want to miss the chill in the air, or the faint golden mists that hung low over the meadows, or the songs of the first birds.
His heart was full and he was in love with everything in all the world.
Now, he sat in the centre of camp, tail curled around his paws and eyes closed, a peaceful smile spread across his face. The clouds broke above him and a ray of watery sunlight washed over him, warming his pelt and making him purr. Hey, Doefreckle! At the sound of pawsteps drawing closer, Doefreckle let out a long, sighing purr and opened one eye, smiling down at the apprentice. The sun disappeared back behind the cloud, leaving the camp in cozy gloom, and he blinked as his vision adjusted. “Morning, Mudpaw,” he purred, happy that he had managed to remember her name. Since finding a home in SummerClan, he’d found that he’d… not calmed down, because he was still the same, sickeningly cheerful cat he’d always been, but simply… found peace. “No, no patrols for you today, I’m afraid. If that pesky mentor of yours isn’t around, though, I suppose I could always take you out hunting.” His voice had turned teasing, all feigned exhaustion and irritated sighs, and he quickly smiled again. “Really, I just want an excuse to go exploring and now, well, I’m afraid you’ve found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time and I need a partner in crime.” He got to his paws, arching his spine in a stretch. "Whaddaya say, 'paw?"
Well, well, well; she liked this new Deputy already. He actually seemed to have a sense of humor, in stark contrast to Summerclan's last Deputy. Mudpaw smirked mischievously, her voice rising to a sickening-sweet purr. "Bold of you to assume that I've ever not been a partner in crime," she playfully retorted. The young she-cat circled the tom, looking him up and down as if sizing him up, before stopping once they stood side-by-side. Her intense yellow-green gaze considering him for a moment before she quickly dropped the facade with a snort. "But seriously, we do need to hunt a little though," she admitted with a sheepish shrug. "My warrior-assessment is coming up, and I really want to be prepared for it. I've been an apprentice for long enough."
