;;Come;;on over, come>>on>> over [B A B Y]

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The sunlight filetered down through the leafy canopy. It was early morning, but since it was practically greenleaf, the sun was bright. As it slyphed through the leaves, it loosed almost soft. As the light bathed the small clearing known as the apprentice's den, a small white cat stretched.

He was so plae in color that with the light pouring over him, he seemded to glow. He stretched, and yawned delicatley. He was a lightly buiilt cat with amber-yellow eyes, and glossy snow white fur.

Ah. The Ghost Speaker awakes. Took you long enough. This snide remark came from a pale shiloouted silver she-cat. She was about his age, which though unknown was young ish. She was invisible to anyone else, and no one else coudl hear her. But he both saw and heard her.

Blithepaw. I should have known. He sighed. He used his mind to speak to her, as he did to all teh otehr spirits that visited him. They were every where, sliding through the winds, vissible to him all the time. But they only spoke to him when it convinienced them.

You say it as if you wish I was not here, Ghost Speaker. She said in a dry tone. Her voice was clear and light in his mind, not even coursing thorugh his sensitive ears.

I wish you weren't. He said, and then ignored her telepathical squak of indignance. She quieted if he ignored her long enough.

He sat back and began to clean himself, keeping one keen eyes on the entrance.

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[ooc]Anyone?[/ooc]

[Marly]

(ooc, i have no apprentices in TC)

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[ooc]ANYONE? PLEASE![/ooc]

[Marly]

(OOC: make him go into camp and i'll have Cloverleaf notuice him)

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The tom got up and casting a suspicious glance at the spirits he was leaivng behind he wasked into camp. The handsome white tom stretched and looked about the clearing.

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Stepping out of the shadows came a black she-cat apprentice with dusty brown stripes on her shoulder blades. "Ghostpaw, what are you doing out here?" Her green optics squinted shut as she sniffed for prey. "Nothing, not even a whiff of anything, so you weren't hunting. Would you like to?"

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So eloquent, Frogpaw.

The tom asnwered, giving her a co.cky grin. He stood easily, his lithe mcules sliding underneath his sleek white pelt. The eraly morning light was barley enough to illuminate his pale form, and he looked phantom like. His amber eyes caught the light, and he paused to stretch his firm mucles before continuing.

Of course I would go hunting. There are hungry cat's around here,

He darlwed. His voice was confident and elegant, like his gestures and movements. He seemed to do everything- even breathe with ecxellent grace, rarely seen in a mere apprentice.

Flirting? Do you even like her? Snapped the spirit apprentice. She shook out her furr and sniffed. He did not flinch and he looked normal on the outside. The only acknowldement that came that he even heard her, was the flicking of his gold eyes in her direction.

Do I sense some jealousy in your tone, babe? And I am not flirting. I'm being polite. He sneered mentally. But his face didnt twitch, and his eyes moved back to the real life cat that talked to him. Blithepaw narrowed her ghostly eyes and disappeared, unbanished for once.

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OOC: it's cool that he can talk to spirits! ^^

IC: "Where do you want to hunt? You can deside, I don't really care." Frogpaw lazily swiped her tail across his muzzel and waited for an answer. Flirting huh? Never thought it'd be this fun. Never thought to use it.

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[ooc]Wait. Did she hear him talking to them? Cause in his bio I wrote that no one else could hear, or see them... Or is that jsut what she's thinking to herself? And yeah. He talks to them, but he thinks he's a little schizo. If you have a starclan cat, you can talk to him. I mean, these are cats from a different forest, where he grew up, that he never met, and they might have never been alive, but yeah. He is ooodddddddd. [/ooc]

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OOC: that's just what she's thinking of herself I KILLED SWIRLINGWIND, she could talk to him if you want.

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[ooc]Maybe in a different post. I want him to try and stay real in this one, Lol.[/ooc]

Ladies choice. Although I might suggest one of the more forest covered territories...

He said, pretending to bow. He smiled gracefully, in a mischief filled manner. His pale pelt caught the light, shadows and rays of dusty light playing across the paper white surface. His hardened, co.cky, amber-yellow eyes were confident and playful. But in his mind he was annoyed. Why, oh why did those spirits always bother him?

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OOC: okay

IC: Fine, how about the Owl Tree then, there's mice and tall grass for us to hide in. Frogpaw licked a paw and brought it over her ears, washing the dirt off of her head. She was trying to act nonchalant, but actually this was as close to Ghostpaw as she had ever gotten. Earlier on she had thought he was a bit strange, a bit schizophrenic to be in fact.

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[ooc] No silly. He's charismatic. Creepy, but charismatic. thats okay. He never lets on though... oh well. I don't care.[/ooc]

Alright then, babe, lets go.

His tone was light, and he smirked, his handsome face at its best angle, before bounding out. His movements were sure, steady and graceful. His sturdy mcuels caught him, and his determinedly ignored the large black spirit that glwoered at him. Blithepaw had probably run off to tell some other spirit. Great.

[to] Owl tree! You wanna maek the post?[/to]

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Frogpaw stopped cleaning herself and was instantly running in a slow but fast pace beside Ghostpaw.

Sure