[ti]Open[/ti]Oh My Lonesome

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Tawnypaw huffed. Ever since she had run into Brookpaw again, Tawnypaw was.. A little more angry than usual. Her sister had so many cool stories about how Ivyclan was doing, and although she had just as many about the new Mothclan, it seemed that actually living here made all her news seem less eventful. Like, why couldn't she go out and train? She didn't even really know who her mentor was, and that made her fur bristle with annoyance. Join Mothclan to be strong, but she was simply rotting away. She wasn't doing too much at the moment, but whoever to was to enter the thread next would likely have their paws full. For now, the Bengal was simply twisted in a beam of light, licking the fur flat on her spine, an ear out for somebody who she could approach.

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Jaysong padded into the camp with a warm, plump vole in her jaws, whiskers twitching. Fatpaw and her had already finished training today and she didn't have anything else to do except... Well, be her. Her cold, emerald gaze landed on Tawnypaw and she felt her shoulders say. The little twerp had followed her to MothClan, she remembered. But, she was her clanmates. Jaysong approached the Bengal, ears flicking as her muscles rippled beneath her pelt, claws flexing. "Where's your mentor?" She asked, breath creating a misty glare in the cool air. She left paw prints on the frosty ground, he warmth if then melting the frost as she sat next to the apprentice. She could try to make this apprentice her friend, right? Perhaps and extra apprentice to keep her busy.