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Roleplay: Cormorantpaw woke up in the apprentices den. The sun was streaming into the den, casting it's light on Cormorantpaw's dark brown fur. He closed his eyes trying to block out the light, but to no avail. He opened his eyes in a squint and let out a soft growl, before rising to his paws and walking into the camp clearing. he looked around with a frown before heading to the fresh-kill pile to get something to eat. His Father, Wheatpatch and two other siblings, Bloodpaw and Amberpaw were somewhere. He didn't know where thy were, nor if his siblings where still in the den. He didn't really care, well he only cared about Bloodpaw since he was the only one who wanted to hang out and get to know him. He sighed and wondered what his Mother, Cobra and Sister, Adder, where up too, no doubt they were plotting to kill him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and grabbed a mouse from the pile and went to eat it near the apprentices den.
A small tortoiseshell she-cat bound in through the entrance to camp, dropping two mice and a sparrow on the fresh-kill pile. A purr rumbled so loud in her chest that it was sure to be heard by anyone in the camp. She snagged one of the mice and turned, her green eyes landing on Cormorantpaw. Immediately, she bound toward him, the mouse swinging in her jaws. She slammed to a stop in front of him, tail high and ears perked.
“Mind if I eat wiff oo?” She asked, her words half muffled by the mouse’s fur. She didn’t wait for an answer as she plopped down in front of him, her pelt twitching with her enthusiasm. “You’re Cormorantpaw, right?” She asked. “I’m Dapplepaw!” She was the first, of course, to always jump in and try and make a friend.
Cormorantpaw had just taken another bite out of his prey when Dapplepaw came up to him. Her suddenness surprised him and he looked at her with wide eyes. He shook his head and allowed his fur to lay back down across his body. "Yeah! I'm Cormorantpaw." He replied before taking another bite, and then looking at Dapplepaw, waiting to see what she would do or say. After a small pause as he chewed the piece of the mouse he replied. "It's nice to meet you! I guess." He replied with a small uncertain frown at her.
"What, is there something on my muzzle?" She asked when she saw him frowning at her. She wiped her face with her front paw, though found nothing. "We'll be sharing the apprentice den for the next six moons, so I figure we should probably meet," she purred with amusement. "Where did you come from? Amberpaw said you're her brother, but she wouldn't go into any more detail than that."
Dapplepaw began to dig into the surprisingly plump mouse in front of her. It was a rare find during bare-leaf. She was hoping that new-leaf was not too far away.
"No No, Just frowning because your the first one to come up to me, today." He replied. "I was hoping it was one of my siblings." He said as he finished the mouse and licked his muzzle clean with a paw. "Yeah, I was born to a gang in Two-leg Place. My Father is Wheatpatch, he fell in love with my Mother Cobra, the leader of a gang, known as the Bloody Tiger Gang. My parents split us up, Amberpaw and Bloodpaw were given to my Father to raise and Adder, my sister and I were raised by our Mother." He explained with a smile.
There was something to be said about apprentices. They were cute, in that infuriating way. Strangely innocent, and yet incredibly reckless and stupid. The rebellious teenager that hasn't yet cooled off into a mellow college student that partied all night. It made her want to strangle them as much as she wanted to coddle them. But whatever, you know? Mittens let them do what they want with only a teensy tiny bit of egging on. And sure, the last time she'd interacted with an apprentice had left more than a few young minds traumatized for life, but that's just the way life works. Can't protect them from everything, just have to shove them in head first and hope they don't burn up in a fiery ball of flame.
So with that thought in mind, Mittens ambled up to the two chatting apprentices and interjected herself into the conversation without so much of a by your leave. "Meow," she said. "Meow meow meow?" Which, roughly translated to: Hey... wanna see something cool? It totally won't traumatize you for life and give you horrible nightmares.
It probably didn't help that she was grinning like a maniac.
Dapplepaw narrowed her gaze at Mittens, the fur rising along back subtly. “The way you’re saying that and the way you look make it seem like it will traumatize is,” the other apprentice replied. Her tail flicked suspiciously. “Seems like maybe something you should share with Glowstar.”
Mittens raised an eyebrow. Well, she would’ve raised an eyebrow if cats had eyebrows. What she actually did was a weird head tilt eye squint that looked more like she’d gotten dirt in her eye than anything else. “Meow,” she said imperiously. Because, really, when had she ever led them wrong before? Sure, there was that one time a long time ago, but pfft. That was in the past. Mittens had matured since then. They had all learned their lessons, so really, everything was perfectly fine. Besides, where was their sense of adventure? Their need for exploration? There was a world out there just waiting for them to discover! Onwards, implored she. Onwards to a greater journey! Let them go forth to an unquestionable quest! Let them be triumphant in victory and favor! For Lady Luck shines upon them on this glorious day. Come. Come, let them venture forth into the great unknown together beneath the banners of brotherhood, the fanfare of trumpets and unimaginable fame!
And, just because Mittens was nice like that, she added, “Meow.” Which, translated to: There’s only a 76% chance of dying, so you guys’ll be fiiine. Trust me.
Cormorantpaw narrowed his eyes at mitten's now. "76%? Really? You think we are that mousebrained? No thanks Mittens, I'm not gonna risk my life or anyone's just to prove or do something that means only surviving a 76% chance!." He said snapping at her as he glared at her. His hackles raised and tail lashing back and forth, as he stood up in front of her, his claws out and digging the ground, to prevent him from slashing them across her face. She may be his Elder, but he wasn't gonna fall for a trap that could kill him or worse one of his clan-mates.