Fight or Flight :: warrior cats fanfic ::

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"Promise not to make fun of her, Lilacpaw?" Otterpaw twitched an ear, uninterested in the quiet conversation between Lilacpaw and one of the League Mentors. Sunset light streamed through the tall pine branches, and a light cool breeze ruffled through a small group of young cat's fur.

"Yeah, sure, Russetleap. I'd never!" The light creamy brown she-cat ruffled her chest fur. Otterpaw sniffed, knowing the other apprentice was lying.

      "Otterpaw, you gonna talk to her when she gets here?" A dark brown tabby she-cat padded over, tufted ears pricked. Otterpaw turned her head to the white-muzzled she-cat.

      "Obviously at some point, Minkpaw." Otterpaw looked to her paws, and Minkpaw gave an annoyed sniff.

"I'm going to ask Pinerock if I can be the one to welcome her in." Minkpaw purred. Otterpaw blinked with shocked green eyes. She wasn't sure if she could ever put herself out like that... To offer to do something so.. weird. Lilacpaw would say that's weird: to actually offer to do something like that.

"Good luck with that." She mumbled, trying to smooth down her white chest fur with wet licks. Minkpaw gave her a side glance, golden-green eyes flashing.

      "Anyway, Copperwing'll be back any moment now with Magpiepaw," the firm-muscles she-cat noted as she looked to the sky at the setting sun. Bright oily reds and oranges were streaked across the sky, fading to a pink, sort of like the wild roses that grew near the border.

      "..okay." Otterpaw continued to groom her fur. Minkpaw seemed to bristle, her eyes narrowing.

       "...don't you want to come with me? To be the first cat to greet Magpiepaw?"

       "It's not like we didn't know her as kits. I remember her. She was bossier than Bumblepaw and was always stuck to her brothers' side." Otterpaw flicked an ear.

      "Well, she could be different now..! We haven't seen her since she became an apprentice. I heard her League's camp was in the Creek Valley area! Wouldn't that be a cool place for the Mistletoe League?!" Minkpaw purred.

       The white-chested apprentice shrugged, earning a frustrated growl from her sister.

        "You never want to do anything fun..." She whispered, then much louder, "I'll ask Kitepaw if she wants to come with me to meet up with Copperwing and Magpiepaw. I can always count on her." Otterpaw shrunk back at the sharp final sentence, and her darker tabby sister spun around in search of the ginger tailed apprentice.

       "Hey, Otterpaw! Come practice with me!" She heard a call, and she recognized it as Nettlepaw. His leaf-green eyes were bright, his grey fur ruffled from practice fights. Otterpaw rocked forward on her paws, ready to go, when the creamy brown form of Lilacpaw moved in.

        "I will, Nettlepaw. Otterpaw won't get you very far in training." The green eyed she-cat shot a look to the slightly larger brown tabby apprentice. Otterpaw opened her mouth in protest before deciding it was best to shut her mouth. She noticed Minkpaw and Kitepaw, a white she-cat with a flame red tail, as they spoke to Russetleap, presumably getting permission to run ahead to meet Magpiepaw. Guess they couldn't find Pinerock. I'm not surprised. 

"I'll practice with you, Otterpaw." Otterpaw and Lilacpaw both blinked in shock. Thymepaw stood before Otterpaw, tail high. He  was slim and had softened features, much like one would expect on a beautiful she-cat.  Otterpaw knew from experience though that the dark stormy gray tom was much stronger than his narrow, sleek frame seemed. She knew there was firm muscle beneath the dark fur. She flicked her tail dismissively.