[ti]Open[/ti]Restless Atmosphere

[Lorde]

    After touring the territory and learning its boundaries, they at last, circled back to the camp entrance. Ivorypaw was antsy to finally lay down and begin grooming Coldstone's matted, stinky coat. She knew she would have to fight through it, but maybe that would help make him feel better. The young, alabaster and obsidian splotched she-cat followed alongside Coldstone, her paws stepping rhythmically and causing her to bounce,  until directed otherwise. Other clan members had already begun sharing tongues and discussing how their day had gone. She itched to get something out of  Coldstone other than anxiety or dullness, so maybe he would speak with her then. Finding a spot a little distanced from the other felines, Ivorypaw lowered herself upon her haunches, waiting for her mentor. She flicked her ears towards him and looked away with slight guilt. 


    "If sharing tongues makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to..." Came a mew, as she looked away from him disappointingly. She remembered the look on his face when she asked, and how obviously unprepared he was for the question. Her paws clawed gently at the ground in an attempt to distract herself from the tension hanging in the air. 

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pants

[pants]

The two went about their tour, and Coldstone was less than thrilled to actually be out and about. His explanations of the territory were brief and probably unhelpful. He only gave the basics. But alas, eventually the mentor and apprentice duo had finished their run throughout RootClan land and returned back to their camp, and entering the clearing.

Coldstone shuffled over to the entrance of the warrior's den. He was about to go into the den before he stopped himself in his tracks. Wait... Ivorypaw was wanting to share tongues.... the tom thought, twitching his whiskers. He knew the apprentice was excited to indulge in all her new apprentice duties and such, and he didn't want to take those away from her. He remembered when he was a to-be and how excited he was, regardless of being an awkward, nervous wreck.

Coldstone looked to his apprentice, who was already laying down and ready to share tongues. With a sigh, he managed to change directions, sauntering over with a somber walk, tail dragging across the ground. The black tom then placed himself next to her, slowly lowering himself and folding his paws under his chest. At first, he averted his eyes. He hadn't shared tongues with any of his clanmates for moons. The anxiety was high in him, but he knew he would have to push it aside, just for now. Just get it done and over with, then you can head right to sleep... the tom negotiated in his mind, curling his long, fluffy tail around his back paws.

"No, it's fine," Coldstone meowed softly, looking to the black and white she-cat from the corner of his eye. His green gaze looked away for a few seconds before he shifted his body into a more convenient position, lowering his head to reach Ivorypaw's pelt, rasping over it with a few quick strokes of his tongue. Compared to his, her coat was well groomed and orderly and easy to brush through. Did he feel ashamed? Perhaps a bit, but the tom never really felt the need to do much about it. There was no point, in his mind...