[monfang]

Originally Posted by meraki

{pfft it's fine lol c;}
Featherpaw was doing something that, most likely, no one else in the clan was doing. While most cats were chatting, sleeping, eating, playing, play-fighting, or arguing, the smaller sized white apprentice was simply laying there, her large blue eyes narrowed, staring right at a small flower. After the snowstorm had come and gone, it seemed like newleaf had finally gotten the memo. It was still chilly, but the snow was finally starting to melt. And right before her eyes, was the smallest of flowers. To many, it would have been a simply pretty sight. To most, it wouldn't have been noticed, and likely trampled on my oblivious passerbyes. But to Featherpaw, it was close to everything. Being only six moons of age, she was born during the time of leaf-fall, and had not yet witnessed a new-leaf. But she knew that flowers meant bigger plants. Bigger plants meant more rabbits. More rabbits lead to less bouts of hunger. But that was not the only reason the small flower fascinated Featherpaw. It was also beautiful, and rather interesting, in fact. The way it's small, soft petals blew like her fur in the gentle newleaf zephyr.

The fact that despite everything; the fire, the snowstorms, the wind, throughout nature at it's worst, the small, tiny, delicate flower still blooms. For most, this was simply a sign of newleaf. But for some, it was a sign that through it all, through the worst of the moons, the clans would thrive and continue to bloom, no matter what.

Now, despite these rather deep thoughts going through the young cat's head, anyone who saw her would see some apprentice laying on the ground while staring at a weed. Which, was true, to be frank. But Featherpaw didn't care-not really anyway. See, she was the sort to not really care about what others thought of her, but she did at the same time. Featherpaw would always put herself in other cats' shoes before saying anything. even though she was probably the friendliest and most pure at heart cat you'd meet. There was no poison in this cat's heart. Then again, she was too young to really have experienced any major catastrophe with either family life or physically. Not yet, anyway. But that didn't stop her love of helping other cats who'd had some kind of emotional or physical trauma. That was her specialty.

Featherpaw looked up after a while of staring at the flower; each petal and leaf basically memorized completely in her photographic brain. She looked around, just as the faint smell of medical herbs hit her smack in the nose. Her ears perked up, looking around, half expecting to see her close friend, Surgestorm. But then she realized that the scent of herbs was too faint to be his, and it was mingled with the scent of the Apprentices' Den. Finally, her gaze fell upon the tall figure of Leopardpaw, a fellow, but older and much taller, apprentice. Featherpaw's encounters with the other feline were slight, but she knew for a fact that Leopardpaw was friendly. She'd recalled the spotted cat's accident, remembering how it had been from a dare. Not being much of the sort to actually go through with a dare, Featherpaw couldn't exactly understand them. Why make someone do something dangerous, that they don't even want to do, because if they don't, they'll be viewed as cowardly? It was a strange and pointless circle that Featherpaw took no part in. Nevertheless, Featherpaw padded over to Leopardpaw with a bright look on her white-furred face. "Hello," the younger apprentice meowed in a friendly manor, as she settled herself down into a sitting position beside the fellow apprentice without so much as a thought as to how she may react.

Leopardpaw stared at the new green grass, how it swayed in the soft chilly breeze. She never really saw grass this green, and she liked it, how it was soft, feathery almost, how the swish it made seemed to be soothing as the wind brushed it. Like a mother's fur that would never fade away. It soothed her some, and with the poppyseed taking affect, she layed her head down and let her thoughts swallow her mind. She thought of anything- everything really. The birds, the rabbits, the grass, her family, her friends, her life in general. She even thought about the dares she did, how she only wanted to prove herself, but no one saw it that way.

Suddenly, she was snapped back to reality when the molly padded up to her and spoke. Leopardpaw rose her head, looking at the young apprentice. "Hello. Featherpaw, isn't it?" she purred. She had seen the molly occassionally, and she also knew Surgestorm had hung out with her from time to time. And if she was correct she was in the den when Leopardpaw jumped from the nursery and crashed through the side like a cannonball. "How are you, today?" she asked, her blue eyes fixed on the small white warrior that sat beside her.

Normally, she kept to herself except for her visits to the Medicine Cat den or when she trained with Moonpaw. But other than that she was either in the territory running as fast as she could, or sitting by herself enjoying the day. Her short, but fluffy, soft fur moved in the wind like the grass below her. She then watched how the wind brushed through the grass again, and smiled softly before turning back to the apprentice beside her. She noted her blue eyes, soft white fur, and her friendly smile.