Summerpaw sat in the clearing, the calico she cat's eyes gleaming with a sort of desire-like light. She swished her tail back and forth in the dust, bored and not quite sure what to do. The she cat's ears swiveled, following the conversation of the other cats and the tip of her tail began to twitch. She was longing to join with her own comments, but she knew better than to do so. No, she would have to find her own fun. Summerpaw yawned, revealing her pale pink tongue and ivory white fangs before she shook her head slightly, as though she had water on it and was trying to rid herself of it. She was slightly amused, almost intrigued by the sight of the other cats moving around, and although she didn't say anything, her expression said it all. The apprentice slowly lowered herself down, gracefully almost, and curled her tail around herself with a swishing motion. Summerpaw looked older, and a little larger when she did so...perhaps it was the maturity of her expression, or something else.