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Seapaw's first few hours outside the medicine cat's den had been overwhelming. She had just recently recovered from her fever and gotten permission to venture out into camp. She had already had a run-in (literally and physically) with another apprentice, and she was tired and on edge. Still, she made herself wander over to the prey pile, simply because her stomach was growling. She selected a mouse and retreated to a quiet spot before she began eating. It was strange, that the things around her had names in her head- mouse, rock, sun, grass- but her own name and her past were a blank spot in her memory.
She had been scared during her first few hours, but everyone she had spoken to had been kind, and her nerves relaxed enough to allow her to trust them not to hurt her. It was still all new and scary, but less terrifying than it had been before.
Blackberrypaw was across the camp, tossing a ball of moss up in the air. Kits were dashing back and forth below him, trying to be the first to catch the moss. Before it could hit the ground, Blackberrypaw snagged it again with a mischievous laugh.
"Hey, that's not fair!" Coalkit squealed. He batted Blackberrypaw's stomach with his paws, throwing a fit. Blackberrypaw grabbed the kit by the scruff and dragged him over to the nursery and dropped him.
"You be in charge, then," he told the smaller tom, dropping the moss ball in front of him. Coalkit's eyes widened and the other kits began to squeal and barrel toward the kit. Blackberrypaw let out a mrowl of laughter and padded away from the chaos as Coalkit grabbed the moss and ran inside the nursery. Startled yowls from the queens filled the air. Blackberrypaw sauntered over to the fresh-kill pile, grabbing a mouse. His stomach growled deeply and his mouth watered. He looked up and saw Seapaw sitting by herself. The young tom trotted toward her, the mouse swinging in his jaws. He sat down with a purr.
"Hello," he smiled, as if now oblivious to the havoc he had caused across camp as one of the queens chased the kits, squealing, back out into the open.
Seapaw had watched the game with interest. She was beginning to learn the terms- she recognized the ages of cats, but the words 'kit' and 'apprentice' had never been in her vocabulary. She was also sure she had never seen so many cats living in the same area before. It was intriguing, but also wholly unfamiliar. When Blackberrypaw approached she steeled her nerves, giving him a faint smile. He was around her age, she was sure of that now.
"Hello. I'm Seapaw." Not her name before, though it was now. She would have to get used to saying it.
( sorry for the late reply — lots of family stuff goin on, all good now )
“I like that name,” he purred, sitting down and ignoring the carnage behind him. “My name is Blackberrypaw,” he introduced himself. “Are you from around the sea?” He asked, taking a large bite of his mouse that nearly took the entire thing. Prey was scrawny and underfed because of leaf-bare, just like the cats. “I could show you around if you want. Are you allowed to leave camp yet?”
