You love Me. You love Me Not.

<sup>ooc:Love has nothing to do with this board. I was just listening to the song and I was like, WHY NOT? xD

Wavekit found herself dipping her paw into a thin puddle of rain-water. She was surprised the whole camp wasn't flooded with this blasted endless falling of water. Moving the water left and right she continued watching the rings that appeared with every touch.

Blinking she shifted her brown gaze to the nursery, she was supposed to be in there. But Wavekit found herself more then ready to become an apprentice, for Starclan's sake she was six moons old. Snowstar--no her mother was busy and she understood that, but what kit didn't want to just grow up?

Shifting herself to her paws she let her spine curl up in complete satisfaction before padding towards her destination. She was bored, let's just put it that way, and the company of her siblings seemed rather dull. Sure she loved them, but Ravenkit and Snowkit could live without there boring blah of a sister for one day, right?

Searching the sleeping bodies of kits and their mothers her eyes laid down on one sleeping tom. Mythkit. His litter was the second oldest in the clan, he'd be an apprentice soon after her and her siblings moved from the nursery.

She hadn't really talked to him much but he seemed to interesting, shrugging she approached the sleeping tom with much caution. When she was within a mouse-length away she prodded his side with an anxious paw.

"Mythkit? Wake up."</sup>

The meadows surrounding him were warm and green. Butterflies and flowers flourished. A noise came to him and he could scent the sweet smell of prey. Stalking forward he peered through the long grass and laid his eyes to rest on a mouse scuffling among the forage. Taking a deep breath he bent forward ready to pounce, his powerful muscles bunching for the attack. Suddenly out of the blue something poked at his fur. Ignoring it he concentrated on the prey...
There it came again! turning to see he looked only along the meadow, with no one in sight. Shruging he turned back to his prey.
It was gone! Rage filled his body making his fur bristle with hostility. He turned away for one stinking moment and it was gone! His perfect prey was gone just like that!
The prodding came again, but this time he realized what had been going on...

With a sudden start Mythkit awoke from his dream. Opening his blurred eyes he blinked at Wavekit. The she cat was a mouse-length away from him, just close enough for him to claw her. He reached his rusty limb out at the cat batting her on the nose.

"Why in Starclan have you woken me? It just so happens I was in the middle of a PERFECT dream!"

Grunting he pushed his way up out of the pile of cats around him. Clawing the ground he stretched and couldn't help but purr at the brilliant feeling. Climbing around the others he made his way over to a more spaciouse spot so he could groom his soft fur. Licking his paw he started to clean his face first, then his chest, and then to his back. He must look decent if he were to ever go outside today...

ooc: This board's from last May, you know that right xD Anyways, since Wavepaw's an apprentice, I'm sure Mythkit should be one as well. So perhaps you should whip out Wolfstar and make him an apprentice, kay?

WAVEPAW
I'm just as boring and dull as I'll ever be.

Wavepaw's eyes brightened slightly as he made an awkward attempt to claw her nose, it was pretty amusing to watch him groggily awake. As the tom stretched she meowed rather cheerfully for her once dull demeanor,
"Mythkit, do you remember what day it is?" Wavepaw wasn't sure why it was her duty to tell the young tom about his situation but perhaps someone needed to tell him. His mother Lotusflower had been missing for some moons, while both of his remaining siblings were dead. Like many apprentices, and warriors he was the soul survivor of a family.

Sympathetic towards the tom she meowed with another cheerful grin, "Your going to become an apprentice today!" But the smile slowly fell when she remembered that all kits needed a good grooming before presenting themselves in front of the clan. Usually one's mother would take care of that, but Lotusflower was missing. And as everyone presumed she was dead.

Furrowing her brows she decided she'd have to act as some kind of guardian, even if she were only a couple moons older then him. Scooting closer she started rasping her tongue over his ear in rhythmic matter, slowly she moved down his coat until it was shining like the rocks in the river.

"There, now don't you look like a warrior." she added with a smile. These days she hadn't found herself being so dull, she wasn't so quiet, so boring. Perhaps it was after her parents had died had she discovered it wasn't right to mope around all day. She had two cats in Starclan to fight for, she had to live a happy life. Just for them.


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