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And a one, and a two, and a ennnntrance! Aspenpaw thought, her emerald eyes shimmering with pure confidence as she sashayed out of the apprentices' den, chin lifted, gaze flashing as she strutted all the way to the middle of the camp clearing.

With a casual, freezing look worthy of winning the award of Miss Feline, Aspenpaw sank slowly to a sitting position, aware that some cats were, um...staring...quizzically...at her. Why? I gave them a beautiful entrance! Ignoring her mouse-brained Clanmates, Aspenpaw calmly began smoothing her already shiny tortoiseshell pelt.

The sun's rays began to spill over Aspenpaw's light, caramel-honey jacket. She glanced up irritably, not noticing that the sunlight was making her pelt glimmer, giving it a spunky, cute edge.

[Devilstar]

Taking a rare rest, the young leader was perched quite comfortably under a large oak tree. His cobalt blue eyes were closed, his head perched neatly on his paws. It was the perfect spot. He could sit right along the edge and hear everything that went on in the camp den without actually having to do anything about it.

He had no doubt in his mind that if something did go wrong, his deputy Pantherscythe could handle it. His black nostrils flared slightly as he scented the now familiar scent of his new Apprentice, Aspenpaw. Lazily, Devilstar cracked open an eye and looked at the caramel-colored she-cat. She was sitting down just outside the Apprentices’ Den, cleaning herself.

His new apprentice was quite a prissy little thing if her interactions with the other cats had anything to say about it. Devilstar briefly wondered if he had any more energy to give her a training lesson. Deciding no, he instead stretched out his lean muscles, which rippled and rolled under his purple-black fur. Getting to his feet, the young tom yawned, ivory teeth flashing brightly.

Shaking out his long fur, Devilstar ambled over to Aspenpaw at a leisurely pace. “Hello,” he mewed out pleasantly, smiling down at the newest Apprentice. “How are you today, Aspenpaw?”

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'Hello, how are you today Aspenpaw?'

The she-cat's head snapped up, mouth parted slightly, an insult at the edge of her tongue. "What the mouse-dung?" The words slipped out of Aspenpaw's maw before she could stop and register that it was DEVILSTAR standing in front of her. Her mentor, who could punish her freely as her leader and teacher. "Oh, my StarClan. I'm so sorry. I'm just a little, you know, stressed, 'cause Green-leaf makes my pelt look oily and all...."

Aspenpaw stopped blabbing abruptly. "Anyway, I guess I'm fine." Control your mouth, stupid!

Embarrassment, which was an attribute that had never come to young Aspenpaw before, washed over her and made her cheeks flush cherry-red.

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(OOC;; Mind if I join? xD Haven't had a chance to play Wolfpaw yet.)

Wolfpaw sat crouched on the edge of the clearing, her gray and brown tabby fur sticking up in odd directions. Her gleaming ocean green/gold eyes were shining with mischief; an expression dangerous to any nearby cats. She was watching the other cats in the clearing, her eyes flicking from one to the other, trying to find the perfect cat to play a prank on. Her gaze zeroed in on Aspenpaw when the she-cat strutted regally out of the apprentices den. Wolfpaw's fur fluffed up and her eyes narrowed minutely. Perfect.

Wolfpaw was preparing to pounce when another cat caught her attention. Devilstar stood and stretched, and then leaped down and padded over to Aspenpaw, sitting with his back to Wolfpaw's hiding place. Wolfpaw could have crowed with happiness. Even better! The perfect prank target: the leader of her Clan. Grinning evilly, Wolfpaw crept forward a couple of pawsteps, into pouncing range, and sank fluidly into a hunting crouch. Neither cat spotted her. With a burst of adrenaline, Wolfpaw launched herself at Devilstar's back. "INCOMING!!" She crowed victoriously.

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OOC: Oooh! Can I join too? I haven't RP-ed torrent. ):

Torrentheart stirred from the Elder's den, although he was quite a young cat he had lost his vision on a patrol with Dawnpaw, so long ago now. He heard the commotion before but didn't bother moving until he heard Wolfpaw's yowl. Twitching his ears, the black cat got up and padded towards Devilstar, the Clan Leader. Torrentheart remembered the Leader's parents, Twilightsong and Midnightstar, Torrentheart was still unsure of Devilstar's fate, as he had recieved conflicting messages from StarClan. Although much was going on in the clan at the time, even Ripplestream, the Medicine cat, had broken the code. Torrentheart, then Mousepaw, had served as Medicine Cat temporarily until giving up his post due to faith being shocked by the actions of the Clan.
The former medicine cat apprentice flicked his tail lazily as he approached.
"Don't you apprentices have anything better to do than waking up the elders?" Torrentheart meowed mischieviously.

[~..::Kura::..~]

Leopardpaw padded out of the apprentices den, sleepy eyed, and ungroomed. She saw a group of cats, Aspenpaw, Devilstar, Wolfpaw and Torrentheart. Excitement welled inside of her as she thought they might have been talking about something really important. She stretched and licked her ruffled leopard pelt. She skipped happily over to plop her lay body right next to Devilstar, a bit to close to what had seemed Devilstar's comfort zone. She flashed a smile staring deeper into his eyes, "What are you guys talking about." Her annoying but curious tone shrilled through out the camp. she sat more comfortably and tucked hr tail over her front paws, ears twitching and alert.

[Devilstar]

(Oh yeeeah! We're having a party now! ;D)

With a cocked ear, Devilstar listened intently to Aspenpaw’s ramble, though the curse coming from her made his lips curl upwards in a slight smile. It was classic Aspenpaw, he reflected briefly. Naturally the thing most worrying the little apprentice was that her fur looked oily. “Your fur is looking as lovely as ever, Aspenpaw. You worry too much,” he told the honey-colored kit, trying to be nice and soothe her worries.

He missed her red cheeks, and had to smile again, a small one, as she finally mumbled that she was doing fine, embarrassment present. He smiled down warmly at the kit. “I am glad you are doing fine, then.”

Then, he heard the not-so-subtle thudding sounds of rambunctious paws on the soggy Mistclan floor, followed by a loud cry of ‘Incoming!’.

At Wolfpaw’s loud yowl, Devilstar waited only a few more seconds before stepping aside her loud assault, the only evidence of the fact that he knew what it was that she was doing a deep flicker of amusement deep in his cobalt blue eyes. “Very nice effort, Wolfpaw,” he complimented her. “But you’ll have to try hard if you wish to catch me. My father was Twilightsong, after all.”

He was referring to the fact that when he was just about to become an apprentice, his father took him aside, and quietly, solemnly, told his own mischievous son every trick he had ever pulled while in Shoreclan. Naturally, this had happened without his mother knowing, otherwise she would have torn them both a new one. And then, when Devilstar was Devilpaw, he had made a concentrated effort to mimic some of the more extravagant pranks his father had pulled off, with varied results.

Then the former medicine cat apprentice, Torrentheart, padded into view. “Torrentheart!” Devilstar greeted the longtime friend warmly. Torrentheart, though several moons older than himself was one of the remaining Shoreclan-turned-Mistclan cats that he was most familiar with. “And who are you calling an elder? You’re older than me.” Devilstar ribbed the older tom gently, quirking a smile.

And then the keen-eyed Leader’s attention was drawn once more as another cat plodded out of the Apprentice’s den. Her spotted pelt was instantly recognizable. It took only seconds for Leopardpaw to notice they were there, and a spark entered her eyes. Then she made straight for them. Without a greeting, she proceeded to sit next to him, a little too close for his liking but he was far too polite to say anything, and so instead ignored this fact, flashing her a warm smile.

“We’re just having polite chatter,” he answered her question, turning his head to look at her with his silver-flecked cobalt blue eyes. “Nothing really interesting yet.”

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Wolfpaw's perfect attack turned into complete failure... halfway in midair. Seeing Devilstar subtly step aside, she frantically tried to backpedal, but she was already airborne. She flew right past his shoulder, and landed in a tumble of fur and paws right at his feet. "Oof." She grunted, rolling over onto her paws. Her fur stuck up in weird directions, and now she was completely covered in dirt and moss. She crinkled her nose and gazed reproachfully at her leader. "Well, you could've at least given me the satisfaction of thinking I surprised you." She told him, not even attempting to clean herself off. Despite her words, her eyes shone with respect as she looked at Devilstar. He and his father, Twilightsong, were legendary as Mist/ShoreClan troublemakers. Secretly, she hoped that someday she would be counted among their ranks.

Her reverie was interrupted as more cats joined them. Torrentheart wandered over from the Elders den, and Leopardpaw came from the apprentice's den to sit next to Devilstar. Wolfpaw meowed greetings to them, and then fell silent as she listened to their conversations. She picked herself up and slid inconspicuously to sit next to Leopardpaw; she didn't want to sit in the middle of their little circle. Eventually, she started zoning out and, without actually meaning to, her mind started thinking of ways she could pull a prank on this little group of cats...

[~..::Kura::..~]

Leopardpaw, back peddled to give Devilstar a bit of room, as she could plainly tell, she was a bit close. She sat next to Wolfpaw as she was staring off into space. Leopardpaw, shifted a bit to face the other cats. So far there was no conversation. Leopardpaw started to get a bit antsy, she didn't like silence, and had a hard time with not having the attention on her. "Eh.. Uhmm.. So the sun. Its nice. And warm, yeah." She had tried to start some kind of conversation and totally failed. She sighed and waited for one of the cats around her to taunt her.

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Torrentheart smiled, his blind eyes turning towards the rest of the cats, the smokey blue eyes seemingly boring into them. He blinked at Devilstar's taunting, Twilightsong had been one of the cheekiest cats in Shoreclan, when he was studying under Ripplestream, she'd said that Twilightsong had even gone through her den as a kit. Torrentheart remembered the old tom vividly.
"I'm not THAT old", he mewed, feigning insult. "Even if I was, the Elder's den comes with it's priviliges, we have enough apprentices to keep me healthy and my nest comfortable".
He flicked his tail playfully, scenting the air, he caught a strange scent, but buried it in his memory.

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((Aww, I thought we could TAKE TURNS posting, not just whenever we log on. >> Now I'm so out of sync.))

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Annoyance flickered in the apprentice's gaze as almost ALL of her Clanmates paraded (or jumped immaturely) over to her and her mentor. "Wolfpaw, sometimes you need to know when to have fun and when to be on your best behavior." She said, her voice bitingly sarcastic. "Say, when you're considering jumping on your Clan leader or not, whose--" She shot Devilstar a sweeter, flirtatious batting of her eyelashes before continuing, "--father was Twilightsong--" Her light-emerald eyes glittered sharply. "You really should say 'Oh! Why don't you prank somecat else?'"

She breathed in slowly, trying to stop her temper from bubbling over. "Hello, Torrentheart, Leopardpaw," she added, her tone sweetening to soft sugar.

[~..::Kura::..~]

Leopardpaw listened to Aspenpaw about bite Wolfpaw's head off. 'Wow i wouldn't want to make her mad,' She had commented silently to herself. She stretched to listen to further conversations, after making her earlier mistake that no one had really payed attention to.

"Hello, Torrentheart, Leopardpaw,"

Aspenpaw had finished in a voice of pure honey. "Heya there Aspenpaw," Leopardpaw had replied. She looked feebily to all of he cats around her, itching to have a mentor such as Owlclaw, not knowing if he had asked Devilstar so she could start her training to be a warrior.

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OoC;; I. JUST. ERASED. MY. WHOLE. FREAKING. POST. -brick'd-

Wolfpaw sighed internally as she felt rather than observed Aspenpaw winding up to blow her top. Again. And guess who it would be aimed at? Right. Wolfpaw, the troublemaker. Anticipating the whiplike bite of her words, Wolfpaw tilted her head back to look at the sky and closed her eyes, preparing for the worst.

"Wolfpaw, sometimes you need to know when to have fun and when to be on your best behavior. Say, when you're considering jumping on your Clan leader or not, whose father was Twilightsong, you really should say 'Oh! Why don't you prank somecat else?'"

Wolfpaw waited a couple of heartbeats, and then looked around at Aspenpaw, her gaze cool. "Are you finished?" She asked in mock politeness. Unlike most cats, it took a lot to really make Wolfpaw angry. This didn't even really ruffle her fur. Rolling her eyes, she said "Aspenpaw, you know that your little speeches have no affect on me, right? 'Cause, I'm not changing the way I am. If I did, I wouldn't be me anymore. Just like if you stopped being a overconfident know-it-all, you wouldn't be you. Meaning no disrespect." She smiled angelically. "There's no use trying to change me into somecat I'm not." She finished, and then without another look at any of the cats, she turned and started washing her flank, happily ignoring the ringing silence left in the wake of her little speech.

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((Oooh. Aspenpaw just got OWNED.))

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Aspenpaw's pale green eyes flared warningly when Wolfpaw replied to her words with the same amount of ice Aspenpaw herself had dedicated into her snappy speech. "No, I'm not finished." She answered calmly, her tone steely. She reached out with her paw, aiming to cut the apprentice off from washing her flank and stab her there instead. She seethed. "'Cause I have a question for you, dear."

She straightened elegantly, her voice almost a snarl (if a angel-like tone could snarl) as she hissed out, "Are you my mother?"

Aspenpaw replayed the rest of the scene out in her head. Wolfpaw will say no. And here's my dramatic, ultra-great comeback....

"Then WHY are you telling ME how to act?"

Smugly, Aspenpaw's eyes cooled into calm as she glared at Wolfpaw.

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Wolfpaw slowly raised her head and looked at Aspenpaw, making sure to keep her expression completely neutral. She new Aspenpaw was baiting her, of course. That much was glaringly obvious. But Wolfpaw wasn't going to let her follow though. She wasn't THAT stupid.

So instead, she stretched, taking her time in her answer, and stood elegantly. She treated Aspenpaw to one of her best frozen smiles. "Well, someone has to be." She said sweetly, and then she turned tail and strode away, tail in the air. She didn't want to hang around with that crowd if that stuck-up apprentice was going to be snide with her.