get get get get get over it. [open]

[Kuri]

arilpaw.

It was so unbelievably cold, even here in the heart of the dense SouthClan forest. Arilpaw thanked StarClan she had not been born into NorthClan; those insane mountain-hugging fools could freeze their tails off for all she cared. She was practically losing her own down here, anyway. She wanted to sit, but a fine layer of snow had made its way to the camp floor, so she had used her tail to clear a circle in the sunniest part of camp, which was more like a slight dappling of midday light from between the bare branches that twisted overhead. Once she was settled down, she realized that she could have just sat on a pile of dead leaves if she really didn't want to be on the snow, but by then it was too late. Arilpaw rarely felt like getting up once she settled down.

Things hadn't been very exciting for her personally in SouthClan lately, and this morning was no exception. She wasn't sure if it suited her or not. Normally, she was more than content to sit in the sun and do nothing. In the middle of camp as she was, though, some warrior may badger her to do something, and then... the conflict she had was that perhaps today, she did want someone to pester her. She'd had nary an exciting conversation for days, it seemed to the flighty apprentice.

"StarClan above, why is this place so boring?" she muttered into her paws, and settled down to brood.

[ember]

Dangerpaw pranced happily into the camp. The ginger tabby was carrying a small robin in his mouth, and proudly laid it down on the fresh kill pile. He licked the blood from his teeth and then brushed the fur on his head back with one back. His yellow eyes glistened when he caught sight of Arilpaw. Purring, he walked over to her with a bounce in his step.

"Good morning, Arilpaw," he greeted. His voice was chipper. "What are you up to today?" He tilted his head a little as he stared at the other apprentice. Potentially he had someone to explore with here. He had been aching to get out and go on an adventure recently. He knew that Arilpaw would possibly be up for something like that. She seemed quite bored. "How are you today?"

[Kuri]

ooc: sorry this took so long! Exam week's coming up, I've been busy. ^___^;

arilpaw.

Arilpaw glanced up. Another apprentice was talking to her. Dangerpaw was always very courteous, she'd found, and she couldn't put a paw on why it unnerved her. Probably because I'm not used to the other apprentices giving me the time of day, she reflected. The glare of the sun hurt her eyes; the orange tomcat was surrounded by a harsh white glow that befit his pleased-as-punch mood. Arilpaw stretched, but didn't stand when she had just got comfortable.

"Dangerpaw," she allowed. Her hazel eyes wandered around the camp, searching for something interesting to observe or say, but when Dangerpaw expressed an interest in how she was doing, she fixed him with a confused, disbelieving look. "How am I doing?" she said, more snappily than she'd meant to. She composed herself. It wasn't that odd for someone to show interest in her life, right? "Oh, I'm swell. I'm trying to count all the branches in the canopy of the camp." She rolled her slender shoulders and made no effort to hide the sarcasm in her voice as she quipped, "I'm at four-hundred and seven."

[ember]

Dangerpaw was more amused than offended by any of her sarcastic replies. His initial guess was correct, she was as bored as he figured she was. His eyes glittered with mischievous delight. "I can tell that you need something to do. How about you and I get out of this boring camp and do something exciting?" he suggested. He quickly wracked his brain, thinking of something to do. "We could go to the Stardust Trail and take a look around, hm? Maybe we could sit up in the trees and throw acorns down at the WestClan patrols." He grinned at her, itching to get out of the camp and do something exciting, just as he assumed she was.

[Kuri]

arilpaw.

Arilpaw was a little thrown by the young tomcat's enthusiasm. She shuffled her paws, stopped, realized how stupid she must look, and turned her gaze on Dangerpaw once more. He's so childish, she thought at once, but she didn't voice it, because deep down, she could feel the itch to go do something, too. She glanced around the camp. Most cats were out patrolling, she realized, another thing she'd managed to get out of today. She didn't want to go hunting; she was no good at it anyway. And as appealing as doing nothing usually was to her, her fur was starting to frost. Her options were to turn Dangerpaw down, and sit here unheeded for the rest of the day, or to accept, and maybe, StarClan forbid, make a friend.

She didn't really remember what that was like.

Arilpaw stood, twitching the snow from her haunches, and nodded to Dangerpaw. He really was pleasant to be around. Not weepy like her brother, nor self-righteous like her sister, or so many other cats she'd met. "That doesn't sound too bad," she said mildly, but inside she could already feel that itch spreading to her paws and her ears and the tips of her fur. She was excited. A purr escaped her. Embarrassed, she gave her chest a few quick licks then loped off towards the camp entrance.

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[ember]

The ginger tabby tom winked at her. She seemed to be keeping her excitement in check, but he caught her purr and her subsequent embarrassment. "This is going to be a lot of fun, you'll love this," he meowed. "It's way better than just sitting around in the camp all day long. SouthClan's been nothing but boring recently, but if you stick with me, I'll make it a whole lot more fun." There were very few apprentices in SouthClan, so he was pleased to finally have someone to hang around with. Not to mention, having fun was way better than doing chores all day.

ooc: should I start in a thread at the stardust trail?