We Finally Meet. [ShadexSilver]

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Shadepaw took in all that the slender she-cat was saying. I'd like to more than just protect you... But the likelihood of that happening is slender at best. Still, stranger things have happened in the world.

He was aware he had lasped into silence, and she was just sitting there watching him, sadness in her eyes. To try and make her feel better he said the first thing that came into his head, though he did think slightly before he spoke, in case he offended her further.

"StarClan let your father die? Cruelly? I... I never knew. I'm so sorry. But... At least you knew your father. Both of my parents died when I was just a kit, before I came to MeadowClan. Or at least, I think they did. They left me to MeadowClan, and went back to their rogue life; Everytime I run into a rogue cat, I can't help but wonder whether they're my mama and papa, or whether they did indeed die. So, I know exactly how you feel."

Shadepaw looked at the ground in silence, his eyes sad and worried at the plight of his parents.

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[bg=e9e8e3][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] She listened to him, twitching her ears as she watched his expressions. So he was a rogue-kitty... Swaying her tail, she pondered. “I'm sure they're alive, probably chose the life of kittypets and living the life of what I would say is luxury...” Her blue eyes flashed with curiosity, turning towards the big clump of logs beside her. Watching bugs crawl over it just to get picked up by birds who were rather... Big. She cringed at the idea of what their live prey looked like, eventually the birds would lose interest and fly away. Watching a black feather fall slowly onto the ground and silently hit the ground. The young she-cat looked back towards her new friend and let out a soft sigh. “What would you say your warrior name would be?” She tilted her head, deciding to change the discussion. “speaking color.”

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Shadepaw noticed her decision to change the subject, but he still wasn't quite finished; he had one more thing to say on the matter.

"My parents were rogues, not Kittypets. And i've thought long and hard about my warrior name. I'll be Shadebelly, best warrior in MeadowClan."

That last bit was said plainly, without a hint of boasting or gloating. He looked at the she-cat in front of him, then went and picked up the feather which had fallen to the ground with his mouth, before placing it on top of her and purring. Just makes you look even more beautiful.

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[bg=e9e8e3][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Moving her blue gaze up to the feather after hearing what the tom had said, moving her gaze back down to him and smiling slightly. She shook her head and then batter the feather down with her paw, making a mark in the ground and the feather became matted. “My name is going to be Silverstream, or I hope it will be.” She wished, anyway. She looked towards the tom and then back at her paws before shuffling awkwardly, then deciding to change the subject. “Lets play a game me and my brother used to play when we were younger! It's called don't let the feather touch the ground. We used to play it all the time back in the nursery, my mother would laugh and then get scolded by the other Queens. It was fun though.” She lashed her tail and grabbed another feather, it was smaller than the other but more or less the same amount of fun. “I chuck the feather in the air like this, then you have to try and blow it or hit it up, I do the same after. Whoever lets it touch the ground loses.” “speaking color.”

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Shadepaw knew this game, was (And he didn't like to boast) quite good at it. He'd been one of the only kits in his den who had A) the patience and B) the co-ordination to last long with this game. His eyes were amused as he took the feather from her, batting up in the air, giving her a silent stare as if to say Game on, Silverpaw. Game on.

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[bg=e9e8e3][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Silverpaw smirked, watching him chuck the feather into the air. Leaping up, she blew the feather higher into the air and as she fell she hit it up with her paw and landed. Walking around in circles and smirked. On her face was a beat that appearance. She watched the feather begin to fall down towards the ground slowly, but fast enough to say a few seconds maximum would let the feather drop completely and touch the floor. Her brother would usually claim the feather and beat her, but not every time would he win. “speaking color.”

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Shadepaw managed to hook it with his claws just before it touched the ground, in so damaging it. He felt incredibly stupid, not only had he lost (By damaging it, you lose automatically) he'd also ruined something Silverpaw found fun and exciting. Oh you're for it now, mousebrain! Just admit it, you love her.

Shadepaw stood stock still. Where had THAT particular thought come from? He looked at her then, all of her, and knew the thought was true. He loved everything about the PineClan apprentice. I'm sure she can read every thought going through my messed-up brain right now, I've never been good at hiding my emotions from others, my eyes are MUCH too easy to read... Oh well, better work on that I guess. Hopefully she hasn't noticed. Paws crossed. All Shadepaw said was, as he continued to look at her, was:

"Oh, looks like I lost. Congrats."

OOC: If this makes no sense, I apologise, really not with it today!

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[bg=e9e8e3][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] The young she-cat tilted her head as she watched the feather land and get crushed. Shaking her head side to side she blew softly against the feather to get it to float and move; just to fail. “No biggie. We can just fix and change it.” She grabbed hold of a stick, moving it around on the floor and then eventually moved forward until she could trail out. After, she looked around and picked up small pebbles and dropped them down in front of the line. “I don't know what I'm doing here...” She shrugged and then looked up . “I know, this can be our meeting spot. We come here everyday we're not busy or maybe in the evening when every cat isn't so busy and met up and play. Maybe bring somethings like feathers or moss to use as toys. That way we have many games to play.” “speaking color.”

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"Silverpaw... What would happen if our mentors found out? I-I mean, I wouldn't tell anyone, I swear it on Starclan" Not that swearing on them will be much help to you"But just say, one of them knew? We're not exactly hiding ourselves here."

Shadepaw didn't intend to sound so much like a fretting kit, he was just voicing the little niggly worry that was bugging the hell out of the back of his mind.

That he loved the she-cat was true, that he'd die for her, also true. But he wasn't sure he could stand up to the wrath of his (and her) mentor.

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[bg=e9e8e3][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Silverpaw stared at him like he was mad. Her whiskers twitching in amusement. “Goodness no! If they find out, then we have to pretend we got lost! Duh!!” She shook her head. “Besides, they wont know; you Fuzzball. As long as we stay quiet about it and not go home too late, we should be fine. I'm not ready to leave yet.” She looked up at the sky, her ears perked as she listened to the silence of the night. “Besides, it'll be a while before the sun starts rising. We have plenty of time, my mentor and your mentor are probably really occupied as it is. Knowing Sparrowclaw, she would be caught up with work as a deputy and my mentor is busy herself. ” “speaking color.”

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[bg=000000] Shadepaw took in all she said, thinking it through logically. What she said was true... Sparrowclaw was indeed busy with deputy stuff. Thinking about it, It must really be hard for her. I mean, she has Cedarstar to contend with, and me, and the rest of the whole of the Clan... I shall be the model apprentice! Then she won't have to put up with me for long, and she'll even make me a warrior! Then i'll be Shadebelly, and all the rotten FogClanners will shake in their pelts. Shadepaw suddenly realised that he had lasped into silence, and was being observed. "Heh, Sorry... I zone out a lot."

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[bg=e9e8e3][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] she hadn't really been paying any attention whatsoever. Suddenly, he spoke again and it took her moments to realize he was apologizing for the silence that was betrothed upon the pair of them. She lashed her tail, flicking it in the air and twitching her ears. “It's fine, I do it all the time to. Nothing to simply apologize for. Really.” Her ears twitched with amusement and she stretched out, getting ready to pounce. It was time to change the subject. “speaking color.”

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