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OOC :: sorry it's short =P

His dark shape was silhouetted against the pale ground in the sunlight; it was morning and new-leaf was written all over the camp. Dew touched the grass at the edge of ThunderClan's settlement; the trees and bushes were budding; the days were warmer; the prey plumper and more plentiful. A smile played across Lunarpelt's face and he sighed, glancing around. He was the first up besides for the dawn patrol and had absolutely nothing to do. Perhaps hunt later, with a partner?

The dawn was beginning to light the camp in a warm, orange glow. He loved sunrises just as much as he loved sunsets; they calmed him, somehow...

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[//Cindy// l u n a]

Lilypaw was bored. Most of the other apprentices were happily talking and laughing, ThunderClan and ShadowClan seeming to get along in the fading light. But the air, just perfectly between cool and warm, rustled her fur. It seemed to be calling her, inviting her, begging her to come out and enjoy the twilight. I can now. I'm an apprentice. The realization flooded her with a sudden excitement, drowning out her sullen mood. She got to her dainty paws, moving with light grace on legs that were much stronger than the looked.

Lilypaw appeared to be about five moons. She wasn't, and anyone who looked closely at her fur would notice that all signs of kitten fluff were gone. It was just her size, which made it seem that she was a weak little thing, the runt of some unknown litter. This was not the case. Despite her short legs, Lilypaw could run as fast as most warriors, twining between the trees with skill acquired through hundreds of secret, nighttime runs. It used to be more about the thrill of being where she wasn't supposed to be, but running had become her passion. And tonight, she could do it without getting in trouble.

She could feel her sleek muscles working as she moved, silent, out of the apprentice's den. No one asked her where she was going - either they didn't care or had already figured out her love of racing through the lands. As she exited, the late sunlight filtering down, red-orange and soft. She looked around at the last remaining cats from the busy day, and headed towards the cave entrance. She felt wrong somehow, exposed. She had never been able to just get up and leave camp before. She hesitated, glancing back at the emptying clearing.

OOC: got a tiny bit carried away...

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The tan colored tom scratched the back of his ear, shaking his head once he was finished. His favorite cat in ShadowClan, Lilypaw, was just outside, talking with another cat. He cared deeply for her, like a father would his Kit. Garlicpaw flicked his ear and padded over Lunapelt and Lilypaw. Hey. He purred. He was never this friendly to anyone other than Lilypaw, so why all of a sudden now? I'm probably just showing off. He thought.

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[//Cindy// l u n a]

ooc; sure! but for now maybe she thinks they're just close friends? And when she gets older, she realizes first that she likes him and then that he's liked her all along? And I'm gonna wait for Streameh.

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( Alright, me to then. ^^ )