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She let out a yawn. She had been there for what seemed like an entire day, which meant her patience was about at its end. She was getting sick of waiting, and if she didn't encounter a SpringClan cat on the border soon, she was just going to find one. The sandy ginger tabby knew that probably wouldn't work out the way she wanted to. On the border, she could be a diplomat. On the other side of that border, her instincts would kick in, and, well, she didn't think that it was a very good idea to let that happen, at least not now. It was for that reason, and that reason alone, she vowed to give the group exactly one more minute. Any longer, and their time would run out. Time started...... now.
"CORALPAW! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WAY OUT HERE!" The peace was interrupted by a breathless, wheezing voice, a slim but overly floofy tabby charging down towards the border to her friend. "I finally... ditched.... Servalpaw..... Gosh," Raggedpaw plopped down heavily. "Couldn't ya have gone somewhere less far? I think I burned enough carbs for the moon!"
... Coralpaw? Who in the hell was Coralpaw? She certainly wasn't, although she was slightly amused that the younger cat had mistaken her. Maybe this was her way into the group; if she looked like someone else, wouldn't that be ideal? She could come and go as she pleased, well, at least, if cats forgot to smell the air. Laurel smelled distinctly foreign, but maybe if this cat was oblivious to that, the whole clan would be too.
"What can I say, I thought a good run would get your blood pumping," Laurel meowed with a small smile. "But, all that matters is that you're here now. How'd you ditch.... Serpentpaw?" That wasn't the name Raggedpaw had just gave her, but it was... hopefully close enough.
Maybe another cat would have caught the slip or the scent or anything about this situation, but Raggedpaw was not a different or a smarter cat. Actually, Laurel's slip was more convincing that this was Coralpaw, who hardly bothered to remember anyone's name. "Oh, I just tripped him in some of the poison oak and pretended that I didn't hear him fall! Smart, huh?"
Her ears perked. She'd been looking for a younger cat to take under her wing, one who already had some nefarious qualities. Maybe by complete chance if anything on Classic could be by chance she had stumbled on just the kind of cat she had been looking for. "That's an excellent idea! I'm sure he didn't even notice you ignore him. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed," she replied easily, as if she actually knew anything about Servalpaw, which she didn't. "That must mean we have the afternoon to ourselves, hmm?"
Raggedpaw felt like she was swaying, creating implications in "Coralpaw"s" comment that weren't there. "Oh, totally! It'll take Servalpaw hours to get back to camp since he'll be all itchy," she purred. "We should go to the waterfall for... training! Goldengriffon wanted me to get some extra practice in!"
"I'd like that," she meowed with a smile, her tail tip twitching in amusement. This was... far easier than she ever could have imagined. It almost made her feel bad for the young cat; if this was how niave she was, the poor thing would never make it in the real world. "Lead the way?" she then asked quickly, to circumvent the chance that she'd have to be the one to lead thme to a place she didn't know.
"Okay!" Without any further prompt, the rugged apprentice turned and bounded off in the direction of the waterfall. The way there was paved with idle conversations that the Coralpaw-imposter navigated with great success, Raggedpaw being too head-over-paws to notice when some answers were off or indirect. When they at last reached the tumbling falls, she slowed to a stop and breathed in deeply. "I always love coming here. It's so...pretty and romantic," she hedged.
