It's a whole new world;[Open!]

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His mottled light-brown pelt rippled as he stretched his legs. He stiffled a yawn and stared blankly at the entrance of the den. He Shallowpaw was blind, but he could get his way around camp. The tip of his tail tip flickered and his whiskers twitched as he got up and passed other cats in the clearing as well as the den. He wasn't in the mood for talking and he had no idea why he was up this early he wasn't needed for sort of patrol.

Told 'ya I could be like real warriors..

He winced as he braved the tiredness and sat outside. His dark fur soaked up the glowing light and kept him warm but nothing could substitute the weariness of the tom. He sat up taller as his leader and deputy passed. Trying not to attract any sort of attention he moved towards the prey pile. He grabbed the last mouse and returned back to his sun spot. Good no one had taken it.

He nibbled on the small morsel until it was gone. No it wasn't filling, but the energy he received from eating it would be enough to last him until sunhigh when he would eat again. Perhaps he could grab a few cats to go on a hunting patrol. He looked towards the apprentices den, no they were all training with their mentors. Was he the only one really around? He let our a sight and huffed. Plopping to the ground he closed his eyes. Certainly someone interesting was around camp?

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Fernstream slowly cracked her eyes open, sighing irritably when she saw that it was early. She despised early mornings, and anything having to do with waking up for that matter. She lay in her nest, curled up in a tight ball, refusing to accept her predicament. "This is all too dramatic." she hissed, forcing her eyes back open and uncurling slowly before standing up in her nest.

She lifted herself up onto the tips of her toes, stretching out her spine and legs until she felt a satisfying crackle run up them. She waved her tail for

good measure and crawled out of the warriors den, still longing after her warm nest, even if she couldn't have fallen back asleep in it. It was still warm, though. She sat down and began washing her shoulders and back, moving on to her face and ears,
then washing her haunches and tail. Lastly she scoured her paws and inbetween each toe.

Suddenly stricken by boredom, she stood up to eat,
planning an early morning walk. She approached the fresh-kill pile, greatly dismayed to see that it was empty. This will be an early morning hunt then, I guess... she thought dismally. She stood up and was about to leave when she spotted Shallowpaw sitting by himself. She padded over, calling out a quick greeting. "Hey, do you want to go hunting with me? The fresh-kill piles empty..." A realization hit her then that her lack of breakfast was his fault. I'll eat whatever he catches then. [/color] she thought to herself.

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"Really!?" he hissed. "I doubt you'd want a blind apprentice on a hunt. Always holding you back." Shallowpaw licked his fur down flicking his tail in annoyance. "I could go though. Just to get out of this rabbit hole." Shallowpaw easily swirved through the jumble of cats and toward the thorn barrier. "Coming?" he hissed through the voices of the cats.

He crawled out the toward the stream. 'watching' his reflection. "Have you ever felt what it's like to be blind?" he mewed.

[Swiftpelt]

The early mornings...so many cats still asleep or just getting on with their day. So many of the cats wanted nothing more then it to be sun-high already or having the great full moon appear out of no where. Though, if that happened, then the clans would take it as a bad omen of some sort. No, everyone dreaded the idea of waking up in the morning....

Well, not everyone.

Noises in the Nursery were already reaching a new high, kits and queens voices that had once remained low had rose to a yowling degree. Hisses and snarls, small squeaks and snarls. And in all this sudden drama, a name ehcoed from it's den. Hallowkit!!! Stop fighting the little ones! Get away from those kits! Stop jumping around!!!. Yup, it was her. A little ball of fur, a she-cat of a hyper nature and a neverending kit of trouble. Besides the fact that she was the odd ball of her clan, one that that had brightly orange markings and odd orange eyes, Hallowkit was known as the kit with boundless energy and an endless list of troublemaking. Though it wasn't her fault, she just had crappy parents that all.

After a few more yowling and another few squeaks were heard, a dark black and orange cat shot out of the Nursery with a queen right behind her. Already at four moons, Hallowkit was nearing the point of becoming an apprentice and at the height she was, it was no suprise to her. Using her long legs, the young kit quickly moved among the gathering cats while avoiding a few that blocked her path. The queen that was running behind her had stopped already, turning it's head to a warrior that called the queen's name and the young kit looked over her shoulder to find out why. Though, when she did look back, her back paws quickly got snagged on a lonely branch that stuck out of the grassy ground and soon everything in her body came to a halt. "Mousse-Dungg!" Hallowkit yowled in a high-pitch noise, finding herself tumbling head over paws like a ball rolling a straight line. The black kit rolled a few times before finally stopping with her paws spraled out from under her and her silm orange tail straight on the ground. Her orange-tipped ears layed flat on her skull and her face was pasted with a pure look of stupid. "Owww...so much for keeping on your paws."Hallowkit mewed pitifully, raising her tail a bit before pushing herself to a sitting postion with a shake of her head. As her ears moved forward, her dark orange eyes grew wide at the sudden sight of what was the fresh-kill pile. It was bare. Like the time when the streams around her clan had barely enough water to even drink. At least that what the elders spoke of anyway.

Flicking her right ear in wonder, Hallowkit turned her head to find one of the warriors leaving camp. Even though she was suppose to stay within the camp, her heart and mind thought otherwise. I bet ya I can find out what happened to all the food! She thought to herself, a grin appeared on her muzzle as she did so and leaping to her paws, bounded through the thorn barrier to find the warrior.

Little kit, can't you see? No one wants to play with thee. Don't you even understand? Or are you just causing trouble for the clan?

Hallowkit sung this little tune, over and over as she padded along the path to somewhere. She had gotten use to this, hearing these words that the queens had said. But just like she did before, she paid them no mind of course and kept on being who she was. Her eyes opened wide as she looked around, her tail twitching with the arge to leap and run as far as she could go. So much to do, so much to climb, so many things to bite, claw, and explore! The young kit's mind was filled with wonders, though a misson was marked deep.

Find the cause and hunt for the truth!

That thought kept her in place, breaking into yet another sprint with each little leap becoming more longer at the seems. But once again, something caught hold of her and another pitiful yowl escaped her jaws. "Not Again!!!!" Hallowpaw manged to say, before tumbling yet again through what she thought of as a bush. This time though, instead of stopping like she did before, she rolled straight into another cat that was near the stream and found herself flat on her back. Her tail was still curled a bit, her paws pulled in a crouch and her eyes once again looking blank. Blinking her eyes a bit, Hallowkit stared at a mottled light brown tom and suddenly broke into laughter. "Haha! It's you!! Shallowpaw!!" She spoke, still laughing as the young kit rolled on her right side and noiced another warrior as well. Too bad she was still laughing, suddenly glad that the tom broke her endless rolling.

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The brown tom turned and stared blankly at Hallowkit with his glittering blue eyes. They sparked a small smiled appeared on the tom's face. After a few purrs, he finally spoke. "Hello. Hallowkit! Or Paw if I may," he mewled. Shallowpaw pressed his ears to his scull in a cute manner, kinda embarrassed that he sounded like a kit. "I heard from Haggardstar(?) that you will become an apprentice soon! We could train together."Shallowpaw sat down and licked a soft paw and patted Hallowkit's head with it. He always liked Hallowkit. They we basically littermates! He remembers when she was the little kit in the nursery, her black and orange fur plastered toward her mothers. He thought she was the cutest kit alive! Bounus! She would be training with him, a wonderful time of them to hang out.

The blind tom turned and smelled somthing warm and hearf rusiling. "I smell it..." he hissed under his breath. He crouched, pressing his haunches to the ground. She slitthered toward the smell. The he lunged, unsheathing his claws, attacking a quickly killing the water vole. Shallowpaw held his up, his cheast puffed out and one paw up. He tail flicking. "That's how you do it, Hallowpaw. Maybe I could teach you somemore when we get back to camp. I think you 'mom' will be angry to hear that you are out here without permission." he breathed licking her gently between the ears. "You can carry my prey back to camp." he purred in her ear.

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Fernstream raced out of camp after Shallowpaw, following him and tripping over her paws as she did so. A short hiss escaped her before she fell on her chin and ended up scratching dirt from her fur. Grumbling to herself, Fernstream stood up again and left camp, going a little slower this time. She weaved expertly through the trees, her numerous other escapades having burned certain paths permanently into her memory.

She spotted a flash of mottled fur and darted after it, knowing Shallowpaw was the source. After several minutes, they stopped in a hollow and sat. She opened her mouth to speak, but a ball of black and orange fur rocketed out of nowhere and slammed into Shallopaw. The cat rolled to a stop, it's progress arrested by the presence of the blind apprentice. It was a kit. And none other than Hallowkit(?) The energetic mischief maker. Fernstream couldn't resist a small chuckle at the pair as they chatted away.