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A fierce gust of wind made the blue and white she-cat squint her bright green eyes. She released a hiss into the wind. Cinderpaw liked the wind, she really did. But when she had a mouthful of herbs she spent all morning picking in her mouth, she despised it. Because that stupid breeze made her drop some leaves. Spinning around on her paws, the medicine cat apprentice took off towards the elusive herbs. She was actually running in the direction of the camp, which was pretty good for her case. Bunching her muscles, she pushed off the ground and sped into a sprint. It was her luck that the wind let up and the herbs stopped moving. However, inertia would not let her do so. She skidded to a halt, well, attempted to, but tripped over her paws and tumbled into the grass. Cinderpaw let out a moan as she laid there. Huffing, the she-cat pushed herself to her paws and picked up the rest of the bunch of herbs. She swung her brilliant green gaze in the direction of camp.

Her light gait led her easily towards her home. She grasped the bunch of leaves in her mouth lightly but firmly. She took the time to slow her pace and enjoy the blades of grass that slipped through her does. They were covered in dew, which made the experience all the better. Cinderpaw was RiverClan for a reason, all right. Her love for water was way above average. Her eyes ran over the stream that formed as sort of a border for their camp. She loved the way it moved so gracefully and how the sun shimmered off of it in daytime. But she thought it was most beautiful at night when the moon and her beloved ancestors were overhead, watching it and glimmering off of it. She smiled to herself as she waded into it. The cool liquid seeped through some of her fur, but her pelt protected her from most of it. Pushing her legs with force, she pulled herself out at the other side.

She padded into camp with the bunch of herbs still locked in her jaws. Cinderpaw made her way through the entrance and straight towards the medicine cat's den. Opening her mouth, she set the leaves down and placed them in the correct piles. She wasn't sure where Nightfrost was at the moment, but hopefully he would appreciate her unannounced herb picking trip. Humming pridefully at her job, she turned and slid out into the camp's center. Her green eyes scanned the area for any apprentices that might want to tussle. Or perhaps a warrior to have a conversation with. Anything, really. She didn't enjoy sitting back and doing nothing. She sat kneaded the ground with her paws as she tried to make the decision of what to do now.

tagged; nightfrost
muse; pretty good c:
other; nothing~

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[bg=000000] Trickpaw was sitting in a shadowy corner of the camp, gently scuffing the ground with a forepaw. His mind started to wander and he stared at a random point on the ground, continuing to push away the sand that made up the floor of the RiverClan camp. His blue eyes were glazed and unclear, fixed on some past event and it wasn't until a sudden sharp pain flashed through his system did he shake himself out of his stupor and looked down. He had stubbed his paw on a buried rock and he pulled it out of the small rut he had made, noting that the sand he had dug into was damp. Shaking his head, he looked up and glanced around camp, content to watch life from the sidelines. He saw Cinderpaw not too far away and flattened his ears, turning his head away quickly. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to make a new friend. It felt like he was betraying his old ones, kind of. With a heavy sigh, he stood up and made his way towards the camp entrance. A part of him knew he shouldn't be wandering out of camp alone, but more of him didn't care, really. Maybe he could go sit by the river for a while; that was something the black apprentice liked to do. He sighed, walking towards a nearby stream and sitting beside it. He hadn't been born with an innate adoration of water, really, he was still getting used to having all four paws in it. He reached forward and placed a tentative paw in the water, forcing himself to leave it in despite how cold it felt, soaking into his fur. After a moment he withdrew, watching the fish come back now that the disturbance was gone. Words: 300 Notes: Y SO SHORT. Tagged: No one, really.